Bye.

It's probably trite or cliché to blog about this, but I can't think of anything else to do. The day started off so well, the sun was shining for the first time in forever, and I surfed for the first time in three weeks. Hadn't surfed since my last night in Jersey, with my friend Kris. I was going to call him to tell him how fun the waves were, since we kind of have this Jerz/Floriduh the-waves-are-better-here pissing contest going on. But I didn't.

He passed away today and I am just numb. There are so many things that I think I should write, but I can't. He texted me a video yesterday, I hadn't tried to open it until after I heard the news. It's a random clip, two guys that he worked with goofing off in the deli, but you can hear his laugh as he's filming it. And he's cracking me up right now in spite of everything.

LOL Bush

Taken from this website which has some more funny pics from Bush's vacay, you'll have to cut and paste b/c I can't get the hyperlink to work. Sowwy. http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/gallery/2008/aug/12/bushlol

Why you don't kite surf during tropical storms.

Kite surfers suck in general. Ninety-five percent of them don't know what they're doing, and their kites and miles of lines usually land a little too close to me when they end up blowing one of their spastic airs. Here's someone trying to be cool who instead ends up in critical condition

One day down, 179 more to go.

Today was the first day of school. It was pretty fun because it was during a tropical storm and lightning struck one of the buildings so there wasn't any A/C or light in some of the rooms. The bells and intercom also stopped working, and one class was kept for an extra hour because they couldn't let them walk in between buildings b/c of the lightning. So fun!

At least school is canceled tomorrow. But I doubt that the waves will be good b/c of the wind speed/direction. At least I can sleep in past 5:30.

The ex was nice enough to paint a mural on my classroom wall so that I can sort of pretend I'm at the beach. I'm hesitant to admit to any co-workers that I surf b/c then people start yelling "Cowabunga!" every time they see me--not to mention that on the rare occasion I miss work they assume I was surfing.

The kids are pretty cool and no one seems to care about which books I teach.

It's a water feature, not a pool.

I'm digging the rosary, dog tag combo...

Obviously there is a LOT to hate about "Date My Ex." Not that there's anything wrong w/ being an opportunistic whore. And then there's Jo. I love how she's talentlessly strumming a guitar every so often, just so you know she's an artist. Off the top of my head, here are some things that I hate about this show:

1) Tam O'Shanters. Why?
2) The blonde BFF's bangs that are inexplicably plastered to her forehead.
3) SMET.
4) The Lance Armstrong clone that can't stop using his Pageant Smile.
5) "Spontanewity is so important." - Old guy who recognized the Pretty Woman parallels.

It's so cool not to watch t.v.

I can't stand people who talk about how t.v. rots your brain. How they're so above it all because they don't watch The Soup. Yeah, try a little harder there Hippy McHipster. I've always had a problem with either overdoing it, or getting a sense of pleasure from self-deprivation. In true dramazon fashion, I had a roommate who worked for a cable company and got every channel, every pay per view, everything-for free. Needless to say, I waaay overdid it that summer. So when I got my own place I went a year without t.v No dvd's either. No internet. I decided I would get a lot of reading done and be super-productive. Full-on Unabomber style, minus the manifesto.

After the year was up, I got cable back and realized how relaxing t.v. was. It allowed me to tune out, which is a good thing for a bad sleeper. Reading before bed just got me all worked up, plus the neverending silence was a bit much. Welcome back, basic cable!

So, I put my cable on hold for the summer and haven't made the call to get it turned back on. My internet card isn't working right either, so I rented some Arrested Development dvd's and that's what I've been watching. And now I can't stop talking like Will Arnett. I would post a video of Gob trying to get his Segway up a hill, but can't get the damn computer to work. So google "Gob Hulu Segway" to find the full episode of "Staff Infection."

Thoughts on secondary teaching

So I took a job as a high school teacher, and there are these cool things you get to do before you start teaching. Like paying $84 for the privelege of being fingerprinted. And that didn't go so well since my hands sweat when I know someone will be touching them. Escpecially when it's a cop. As my fingers were sliding all over the screen, I wondered if I'd have to pay for the repairs, too.

The cop murmured something about me using a lot of lotion, I wholeheartedly agreed, anything to keep him from knowing it was sweat. I'm sweating just thinking about it. He made me dry off w/ a paper towel. No dice. Then it was the hand sanitizer. A bit better. As he's holding my hand, waiting for the computer to accept my whorled blobs, he's trying to use his fingers to dry off my fingers. Awkward.

Then, after finding out that my transcripts had been sent to the wrong department and were subsequently scanned and shredded, I finally left to find that I'd parked in the Asst. Superintendent's parking spot. Wow, was she pissed.

The next day we had unpaid training (yay!), it was pretty unremarkable save for the superintendent saying equating our district's "mean streets" and rampant poverty with its 60% minority rate. He kept saying "no wonder we have (insert negative), there is a 60% minority rate."

I hope I don't have to read Harry Potter.

Gay men love the way my Pucci smells

Ever since I was told that my perfume (the decidedly girlish Flowerbomb) smelled like a nice men's cologne, I figured it was time for a new scent. So I'm hanging out at a department store, just staring at the literal wallflowers, when the manager asked me what kind of perfume I wore. I told him the kinds of smellies that I liked and he said, "I have something that smells weird-you should try it!" Weird? Not mysterious? Or sexy? I'm in.

He sprayed some Pucci Vivara on one wrist and some Missoni Acqua on the other and told me to wait ten minutes for the Pucci to set and then to smell it. So I walk around the mall for a bit, snorting my wrists, and wander into a Starbucks (the mall has THREE of them, and two of them were supposed to close), where I stopped to try one of their new mango banana smoothies. I walk in and the barista (baristo?) says, "Your perfume is intoxicating." I make him smell each wrist and he said that the Pucci was definitely better. Acqua was starting to smell like cactus to me.

So now I have this cool jellyfish bottle and a scent that drives some men crazy.