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[16 Jun 2007|11:46pm] |
It's been a crazy month. On the 1st, I turned 25 and began getting my things together for my applications to teach in Japan. I also went to court to testify in an attempt to maintain the state's custody (but not guardianship) of my student/patient so that he could be admitted to a residential facility, as I and my co-workers believe it to be the only chance he has of becoming capable of existing in society outside of prison or a psych-ward in the future.
We "won" the case.
The kids are out of school for now, but I'm not. The freedom we had last year, to come in around 10 and leave around 2 is gone, and we actually have to be present for every minute we get paid for, which is a bitch. Since we have nothing to actually do, a few of us have been coming in and lifting for the first two hours, then watching movies, playing PS2 or practicing jujitsu. Still, it's maddening knowing I'm doing nothing work related, and could be home. Like in college when I couldn't stand being in class, knowing I could just skip it.
After two years, Susan and I finally broke up for good I think. I won't go into why, because there's no point. I'll just say I wanted it over for the sake of both our happiness, and it would be nice if I wasn't hated for doing so, but I can't control that.
On the same day, a co-worker who was in a long term relationship also broke up with her guy.
On the same day, another co-worker found out her husband has been cheating on her.
On the same day, a wild summer storm blew in and funnels were spotted just outside town.
Sometimes coincidences are so unlikely, they seem like they couldn't possibly be the random occurrences I know they are.
Sometimes metaphors are so appropriate within those coincidences that they can't be ignored. Should I list the ways the changes in our lives could be compared to nature on that day? Should I write about how the dramatic sea change from clear skies to darkness occurred during that summer storm? Perhaps I should bring up the similarities between the winds of a cyclone and the spinning chaos of uncertainty and confusion that was in our heads that day. Or how about the dreary rain that symbolized the tears of the jilted bride and the newly single females and continued unabated for the rest of the night and then randomly on and off over the next few days?
No, that would be pointless.
The co-worker with the cheating husband . . . poor girl. They are about 22 and got married 1-2 years ago. That's what happens when you're super christian and want to get laid. She has thought he's been cheating for weeks, but she always brushed it off jokingly as mild paranoia. She came over to hang out with my downstairs neighbor and I on the day of the cyclones and I stayed until almost midnight, as she didn't want to be home. I suggested she stop running and just ask him what's going on. Surprisingly, she took my advice, and even more surprisingly, he admitted his adultery, slowly, as if that would lessen the impact. At first, "No, we're just friends", and then, "Yes, we kissed a few times", followed by (get this), "We almost had sex, but she wanted to stop, because we aren't married".
Did you get that? The woman who was having an affair with a married man, a married christian man soon to move to Kansas City to attend a divinity school, didn't want to proceed with sex because she wasn't married to him. In her twisted christian mind, she somehow managed to believe adultery is ok, but sex before marriage is still a sin. Apparently breaking a commandment or two is ok to this woman as long as there's no penetration.
She's taking it well though, as well as one could I suppose. This is why you date for an extended period of time before getting married, kids.
Speaking of marriage, yesterday I took advantage of my newfound singleness and went to the bar with my soon-to-be-wed best friend and his bride-to-be. I realized a few things
A) I hate bars that try to be clubs
B) People talk too much shit without fighting. Either punch each other or stfu. I don't need to hear you scream bullshit tough guy cliches for five minutes while you let your friends "hold you back".
C) A co-worker's sister has been banned from the particular establishment I was at, because she got caught fucking in the bathroom. This is the same one I had to deny at least 20 times over the course of a previous night, because she couldn't understand that I don't cheat on my women. I thank god for my willpower, because I was unaware of her morals and values at the time
D) A bar in Cumberland is not the place to make yourself feel better about being single again. I swear to god, it's one of the most depressing situations a person could be in . . . to look around and say, "this is it?" It's like I've been poor for years, suddenly won the lottery and went to the mall only to find it's full of nothing but J.Crews and HotTopics. I could dive in, but they just aren't my style.
After the bar, we went to Denny's. I wasn't too drunk, but the fun thing about late night Denny's is that they expect you to act ridiculous, so even though I could have behaved myself, I chose not to. Unfortunately, my shenanigans was cut short, because my friend's finance was violently ill and kept passing out in parking lots and face down on public toilets. For some reason, it was unconceivable to my also wasted boy that his chick just drank way to god damn much, and he instead chose to believe that someone must have slipped her a mickey. This terrible virus of an idea was passed on to his woman, which led to her calling her mother to inform her that she'd been drugged.
I don't know what kind of roofied up woman can maintain consciousness long enough to ride to Denny's, pass out briefly but then wake back up to cry in the parking lot for 20 - 30 minutes (while the rest of us enjoyed our meals), make a phone call to her mother and then describe her condition. That's new to me. Oh well, I'm sure she paid for her dramatics with a delicious charcoal dinner and a stomach pumping for desert. And she could have just gone home and passed out like the rest of us.
Now, why didn't I miss the single life again?
PS. Tony dies. Meadow wasn't there so the gunman had a clean shot.
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| Kwixted: Photo extrodiaire! |
[20 May 2007|01:38am] |
My, my. So it turns out old Kerry, aka ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) evultreefrog, is more than just an intellectual. In a brilliant display of multitasking, she's apparently been doing some truly excellent nature photography while she earns her Master's in hillbilly, I mean wildlife stuff.
I kid, I kid. She's actually quite knowledgeable regarding the outdoors. If I had to be stranded in the Appalachians, it would be hard to choose who I'd rather be with, her or Bear Grylls.
But enough with the compliments. I can only dish out so many per day before my soul collapses. The point of this post was to draw attention to her photos, which you can see on her flickr.
Here are a few( of my favorites )
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[19 May 2007|10:21pm] |
I have to tell you, this "having money" thing has taken a toll on my music hunting. So far have I fallen that I wasn't even aware one of my favorite bands, Blonde Redhead (snicker at my tastes if you like) has released a new album already. I hadn't even thought to look, considering I waited 4 years between the previous two. But last night, as I lay awake watching Conan, shivering with a 24 hour virus, I was surprised to see my much enjoyed band was performing that night. And perform they did, blowing me away with the new single "23", and demonstrating that the growth evident in "Misery is a Butterfly" has not ceased.
I'm sure you're familiar with the pain felt when you realize a favourite artist of yours has fallen off indefinitely. Today, after getting a hold of the album, I felt the exact opposite of that, and so I'm smiling right now, even though I just found out I've missed their D.C. concert at the 9:30 club by 13 days. Damn.
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