I'm in the WRONG school district!

topic posted Thu, March 1, 2007 - 7:03 PM by  SuZEN
I just need to go a little ways north and a tad bit west. To where MY kind of academic action is!

I was at the gym and nearly laughed myself off the treadmill as I was watching the words come across the tv screen. I swear, some dude looked over at me all funny because I was howling. Either he was not reading the same screen or he has no sense of meth humor.

The words on the screen were telling the basic story. This one. Obviously I found it pretty intriguing. Who wouldn't.

www.philly.com/mld/philly/16806657.htm

But they promised more to come. Like, what REALLY shocked the officers. Not that he was dealing meth out of the office. Or that they confiscated drugs, a pipe and some money when they entered the office. There was more!

I braced myself. I could hardly wait. It was definietly gonna be good. And it WAS!

When they raided the dude's office, they found him naked, watching gay porn, and with toys in his possession! Didn't say where he was possessing the toys, but we can imagine.

Ha ha ha! That's precious!

Like, okay, maybe I'd had a pipe and some drugs in the classroom on probably no more than two occasions. But even I knew enough to wait until I was HOME to take off the clothes and put on the gay porn! This dude was REALLY fucked up! I mean, REALLY!
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    Fri, March 2, 2007 - 11:43 AM
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      Fri, March 2, 2007 - 5:03 PM
      Please.

      Like I would EVER see that movie. I'm sure it's great, and I'm sure I SHOULD see it. But I can already inagine the ending. The guy finally finds God and like, cleans up. For good. I don't need that sort of message.
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        Fri, March 2, 2007 - 5:21 PM
        "But I can already inagine"

        Damnit! I hate when I do that shit. I hate it!

        So yeah, I'm on my second White Russian. So what?

        You would be too if your best "recovery" friend stopped over for a little visit.

        I hid all the booze. And the NEW bottle of Xanax. But I could hardly hide the animation. (She kept watching my hands. And they kept flailing around, over-accentuating everything I was saying. Should have taken the WHOLE Xanax. But it's so early.)

        She knows. She knows! She doesn't know. I am just being paranoid. And I got rid of her, even though we had plans. I lied. It was realistic, for sure. Blamed it on my "crazy" sister. (I don't know why I put that shit in quotes, cuz it's pretty true.) I just wished I'd looked her in the eye when I did it. But I can't.

        I'm the WORST liar. I can't do it! (very well, anyway) Other people do it with SUCH ease. Some of them are right here. Tell me your secrets, damnit!
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          Fri, March 2, 2007 - 6:26 PM
          He he he.

          Got rid of Jeannie. On my fourth White Russian. And trouble claims to be on its way in an hour and fifteen minutes.

          What to do with ALL that time? There's so much of it all of a sudden. Ahhh!

          I don't know, maybe go out and buy another pack of smokes and some more White Russians. I'm still not used to the Draconian Pennsylvania liquor laws, so who knows if the latter errand is an option. If it IS, I'm a do it in Media, for the first time, cuz I no longer give a fuck who sees me where.

          Anyway, I think it's funny to chart the "progress" of my night. Cuz it's like, at first, I'm all like, "Enh, I'll just take a Xanax and drink the rest of the bottle. Be good. That way I can get some shit done tomorrow."

          And then I drink the rest of the bottle, and start in on the Russians, and refrain from taking the other half of the milligram of Xanax. And then look what happens! Ha ha ha! It's all so predictable, and yet it's always somewhat of a surprise. Ha ha ha! Really, it's quite amusing. And I hope you think so too. I DO like to entertain, above all.
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          Fri, March 2, 2007 - 7:28 PM
          when the typing starts to go you its time to call a problem a problem.
          hey why not just go ahead and tell her, you say she probably knows or will guess soon any way. You like this person and you don't like/are a self proclaimed bad liar. So if you just spill it yourself, sure you may get some of those looks & a good talking to but at least you'll have one less thing to worry about and feel guilty over which in turn is one less thing that requires a drink to forget about.



          as for the principal, of course he had toys he works in a middle school.
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            Fri, March 2, 2007 - 7:53 PM
            I could tell her, but then she'd be ALL up on me. I don't want that. I won't have that.

            Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Hurry!
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              Fri, March 2, 2007 - 7:58 PM
              Hurry the fuck up!

              I don't have a problem.

              Well, I do have a problem. I have a problem waiting.
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                Fri, March 2, 2007 - 11:35 PM
                what is it your waiting for? are you still waiting? did it get there?

                so she gets on you for a bit or even ALL up on you for a bit longer.... still easier than trying to avoid her completly. Plus you'll be able to pick & choose when you do things with her as opposed to always making excuses.
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                  Tue, March 6, 2007 - 2:54 PM
                  Oh Mia, you Mother Hen, thank you for caring!

                  So, I didn't wait long the other night. I got what I wanted. But did I get what I want? Yes, but ultimately, no.

                  But forget about that.

                  I DID go to dinner with Jeannie last night. And I DID plan to tell her. But I wasn't like, dying to tell her, I just thought that, knowing me, and my need to confess, I would tell her. But there we were at Noodi Thai, slurping up spring rolls, and it just DIDN'T come up.

                  At times, "recovery" mentions were made, and I averted my eyes and changed the subject, and tore at the spring roll some more. She never asked me anything directly, and in the end, I volunteered nothing. I only mentioned that I hadn't been to meetings for a while. That inspired a "tssk-ing" kinda thing, but it's not really that big of a deal. Lots of people drop off from meetings for a while because they think that, oh, after a year or so, they might have the sobriety thing down pat. I never thought this, by the way. But I have known people who have thought this way, and they aren't necessarily drunk now.

                  Here's the thing that's so great about people when you have something to hide. They are SO involved with themselves that they don't have to see what you've got to keep from them. That's why we focused most of our discussion on Jeannie's recent break up. Yee-Haw. Put it all on the other person, and that person usually has so much to say that you can bypass your own sorry tales. I don't judge this kind of narcissism, beacuse, frankly, it was a real gift to me last night. And I understand it.

                  Because, let's face it, when was the last time I asked YOU about your problems? In fact, when was the FIRST time?

                  All I want here is to keep out the truth without lying. That is a completely acceptable plan of action for me. And that's why, when I say that I can't, and WON'T lie, it's not some self-righteous bullshit, it's only that I can't stand the discomfort of the obvious deception. I'm not dying hard for the truth, but I DO want to avoid the lie. Shallow and somehow self-serving, but there it is.

                  And the great thing is that I didn't have to put on a happy face to enhance any perception of my sobriety. My sobriety has NEVER had a very happy face, so it ain't nothing new for me to be surly AND sober.

                  Jeannie DID ask me if I'd seen Karen, our Addictionologist Extraordinaire, and I had to say, "No." But I was completely honest when I said that I DID in fact want to see her. Beacuse I DID. At about ten o'clock in the morning on Saturday. But the need subsided. With the Xanax. But whatever, I WILL see Karen again, someday, cuz she rocks. I'm not ready yet, though.
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                    Tue, March 6, 2007 - 3:21 PM
                    Apropos of absolutely nothing, except perhaps Suzen's migration to the land of the melanin-challenged:

                    NWA's Help! Help! Help the PO-lice: www.youtube.com/watch
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                      Tue, March 6, 2007 - 3:44 PM
                      Ah, fuck that shit.

                      In Oakland, I was a rebel. When my boy Daniel got charged with "asssulating" police officers, I was like, all tryin' to be up on that shit. I say trying, cuz I was a little high at the time. But I did work it. Now I'm like, 'throw the book at 'em, though they won't have any idea how to read it."

                      I never really had contempt for the underclass, because I considered myself an advocate for them. Now I stand for nothing. And the underclass in Sharon Hill is too unsophisticated or even interested. Now, I stand for nothing. Nothing.

                      Let's' have another drink!

                      It's not so much that I've sold out that bothers me. It's that I've sold out...and I'm not even good at that.

                      And, let it be known, that's not why I'm drinking. It has more to do with my inherent inability to cope than the failings of the Proles. Let that be known. I've always suspected that. Now I know.
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    Fri, March 2, 2007 - 6:19 PM
    I'm not sure what this has to do with anything (other than being an enabler), I just found it pretty fucking funny: drunkard.com/issues/10_0...the_drys.htm
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      Fri, March 2, 2007 - 6:45 PM
      Ya know, lots of people in AA would talk about how they would just drink themselves to sleep.

      And I would be listening, like, in envy! If only. When I drink, I get all hyper and shit. Like right now! Hyper! And then of course I have to get into trouble. WHY is that? Why can't I just drink myself into a stupor and pass out like a good alcoholic? Well, clearly, it's because I am NOT an alcoholic. I could have told you that. In fact, I AM telling you that!
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        Tue, March 6, 2007 - 4:55 PM
        Bhelrh. I'm drunk. And each time I drop my cigarette, and it's been two or three times, I think of Doug, one of my favorite Betty Ford alums.

        I will not go out like this. I will go to bed.


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          Wed, March 7, 2007 - 8:21 AM
          My mom had a conversation with me about smoking when I was 11. She said that the only rule is to never smoke in bed. If you wake up at night and want a cigarette, get up.

          She also said that if I want to smoke marijuana, that I should do it with her first. Which sketched me out so much I didn't smoke it until I was 15 with some friends.
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          Wed, March 7, 2007 - 7:52 PM
          yes burning up in bed would suck.. .burning up on the couch would suck too, as would burning up passed out on the floor. Basically burning up in general bad idea, glad to hear your against it.

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          as for getting stoned with ones mom, yah that would be enough to put one off of it.
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    Wed, March 7, 2007 - 3:02 PM
    Rendall = mamma's boy

    Glenn B = mamma's boy

    SuZEN = daddy's girl? JAP? A cross between the two?
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      Thu, March 8, 2007 - 4:52 PM
      "SuZEN = daddy's girl? JAP? A cross between the two?"

      Wrong on both.

      I'd a been better off had I really been a Daddy's girl. Would have taught me some respect for authority or something. I'm only Daddy's girl now because I was the poor waif he had to take in for a spell. And it's too late to be saved by anyone's brand new sense of paternalism.

      And no JAP here. If I were such a thing, I would have higher standards than the ones that I look to now.

      And I'd be more clever.

      Clever enough to know that, no matter how determined I am to tame my alcoholic binges, it's probably not such a good idea to become addicted to Xanax. But at this juncture, I don't give a fuck. I am THAT clever!

      (And do note. I admit to alcoholic binges. I always have. But that doesn't mean I am an alcoholic. That's way too permanent.)
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        Thu, March 8, 2007 - 6:30 PM
        I'm onto 1.5 milligrams of Xanax. (But only when I'm drinking, which is now, every evening.)

        But the scary thing is.

        I'm STILL under-dosing! It says here "1 tablet twice a day." That's exactly what Doctor Michael Flynn says! Hey, whatever happened to Doctor Enrique what's his name? Why do these guys keep changing up on me? It's the INTERNET, after all!

        I'll tell you this much. I have to see Doctor Dickter on Tuesday if I want my Effexor. And I do, because, after all, it IS a drug. Dickter will know nothing of my recent hijinks. He's a fuddy-duudy when it comes to such things.
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          Thu, March 8, 2007 - 7:59 PM
          I had a sudden vision of you alone in a darkened apartment, going out only to sell bits of your life in exchange for drugs. It made me feel unexpectedly, but desperately sad.
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            Fri, March 9, 2007 - 3:38 PM
            Listen up, asshole. I have the LIGHT on.

            So screw you and your patronizing bullshit.

            Nevermind that I am downright asking for it.

            Who cares about my hair, anyway? I did. About an hour ago. Now it seems expendable.

            Please, at least allow me the dignity of partonizing mySELF!

            "Trouble
            Oh trouble set me free
            I have seen your face
            And it's too much too much for me

            Trouble
            Oh trouble can't you see
            You're eating my heart away
            And there's nothing much left of me

            I've drunk your wine
            You have made your world mine
            So won't you be fair
            So won't you be fair

            I don't want no more of you
            So won't you be kind to me
            Just let me go where
            I'll have to go there

            Trouble
            Oh trouble move away
            I have seen your face
            and it's too much for me today

            Trouble
            Oh trouble can't you see
            You have made me a wreck
            Now won't you leave me in my misery

            I've seen your eyes
            and I can see death's disguise
            Hangin' on me
            Hangin' on me

            I'm beat, I'm torn
            Shattered and tossed and worn
            Too shocking to see
            Too shocking to see

            Trouble
            Oh trouble move from me
            I have paid my debt
            Now won't you leave me in my misery

            Trouble
            Oh trouble please be kind
            I don't want no fight
            And I haven't got a lot of time"

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          Fri, March 9, 2007 - 2:49 AM
          Well lets just play along with the logic for a sec.
          It probably also says 'do not take with alcahole' (only spelled correctly-hey it's late & i ain't spell check'n)
          plus it may be the dose for a 185 lb dude.


          Sorry for taking the fun out of functional but have you checked to see what effects Effexor+Xanax+alc have together? Aside from not being able to properly drive a steam shovel you might be making something organ damaging/shortness of breath inducing/ blood clot forming / rectal seepage propagating. Cause really if you give yourself a stroke you'd be even more pissed off... you say your bored now.

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          Rendall does have a point, your minimized CD collection can attest to the good old days.

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            Fri, March 9, 2007 - 3:09 PM
            Um, yes. But I WORK OUT?

            Maybe not as hard as before, true. But I still GO to the gym before I come home, pop the half a Xan, open the bottle of cheap red wine, and dig into the crossword puzzle.

            Yes, I dig into the crossword puzzle. And that IS a good regiment for like, my seventy-something Mom, who's looking to evade dementia. But for me, it's just another dumb way to pass the time. It's hardly an intellectual pursuit. Not when you become so accustomed to the clue, "Frequently in a poem" that you triumphantly call out, "Oft!"

            Then it's just about repetition. And let's face it, I'm all about repetition...so much so that it's downright pathetic.

            By the way, the other half of the Xan came early tonight. Why? Because I am DETERMINED to stay out of trouble. I will. I will. And if I have to ingest another milligram to stay good, then, by golly, I will!
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              Fri, March 9, 2007 - 3:24 PM
              And you know what's really sad?

              My determination to stay good tonight is so about vanity and not morality.

              If it were the latter, I'd say, "Suzen, you are about to teach "Romeo and Juliet", which you have NEVER taught, to a bunch of unruly half-wits. Perhaps you should use your weekend to prepare for this."

              But no. Here is the incentive. I am getting my hair done tomorrow, and if I blow off the appointment, I'll look a fright. My roots are coming in, my grey is shooting through, and I can't see through my bangs. I will be VERY disappointed in myself if this fix-up job don't work tomorrow.

              Bets are on. I say I fuck it up. But if I don't, and I already looked in the mirror and asked myself not to fuck it up, then I will provide fresh pix. Because I will look hot, damnit! Damnit!

              And sure, you can see, my locks are already over-processed. Which prompted Meercedes Hedgepeth to scream in class about my "dry-assed hair." Screw you, bitch. At least it's my OWN! Grumble. Resent. Take shit way too personally. Drink some more.
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                Fri, March 9, 2007 - 5:21 PM
                Thats good that your still working out. Why'd you cut down? The stuff will be in your house when you get home, you may as well go do something healthy to counter it first. Though not quite sure how that relates to the rationalization.
                Is that the stuff would work its way out of your system faster? or cause if you work out you can't get sick no matter what you take?

                hey what ever works; empowering disadvantaged kids/look'n hot grab hold & ride it out. Nothing wrong with vanity, hell the thought of 'Meth teeth" are enough to keep me away from it.
                Even though you may enjoy wallowing in the murky 80-proof waters I know you don't want to LOOK like you do. Hang in there for the sake of your hair. It's always stuck by you. Treat it to an extra moisture pack while your at it. I mean it doesn't look dry-ass to me but Meercedes has a better view.

                speaking of hair dye; today I saw a woman, mid 60s-early 70s, pretty typical looking fireplug mom figure dressed conservatively in brown & tan with the utilitarian short grandma haircut.
                From the few moments I watched her seemed perfectly normal. Not the kooky aging artist or functioning dementia type. What stood out was that she had this great Goth Chick Deep Purple hair. Not the little old lady who can't see 'blueing' shade. This color had "Hot Topic" written all over it.
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                  Fri, March 9, 2007 - 5:39 PM
                  Miss Mia, sometimes, or rather, often, I think to myself.

                  Why the hell does she care?

                  I mean, obviously, you are a noble person. That's never been questioned.

                  By why keep at this??

                  Do you feel like somehow you can sympathize?

                  Do you feel like somehow you have found the answers that elude me?

                  Are you just THAT bored?

                  I know that you're not.

                  I know that you like me. To the extent that you can. Considering the distance, emotionally and geographically.

                  But why do you persist?

                  I've NEVER questioned your loyalty. I've always enjoyed it. I just wondered where it came from.

                  Don't you ever just want to say. "Go for it,! Suzen! Do it and shut the fuck up about it!"

                  And, because I'm me, I'm taunting you. Mocking you. Challenging you.

                  And still, I remember waking up in now-I-can't-remember-what-it's-called some kind of after program at Betty Ford. Daisy Lane. Same shit Keith Urban did. And I was crying. And to this day, when I think of it, I remember telling someone. Everyone. But really it was you. And I'm maudlin now. But it is YOU, Mia, to whom I cried in DRT, or IRT, or TDR, or whatever the fuck we called it.
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                    Fri, March 9, 2007 - 8:21 PM
                    hey there missy don't be telling me how not bored I am!

                    I've met a lot of people who've told me they or somebody they knew wished somebody would of said something. Basic stuff like 'hey dad if you keep smoking you'll die' or 'don't go cross country with that guy', or to a 19 year old Michael Jackson 'hey knock that off before you f()#$%* up your face".... you know the things we all see and it seems pretty simple when it isn't happening to us.
                    As much as you try to prove otherwise your not a write off.
                    Some people out there, well one just knows they arn't going to make it and it's best to run, run away quick. But 'you' are actually in you so you don't get off that easy. Most people have relapses. sometimes long, some short... you know all this. but just because your split'n the X's now doesnt mean you always will or will want to.

                    Well since your asking:
                    I wish I'd found the answers, i'd of PM'd them over last year.

                    "Do you feel like somehow you can sympathize?"
                    Hell yes, when my roots grow out I take to my bed for days! I'm not kidding! Well actually I am kidding. I'm a big fan of hats at about month 2 of growout, which since I dye it myself really dosn't need to happen but yes I am that lazy.

                    "Don't you ever just want to say. "Go for it,! Suzen! Do it and shut the fuck up about it!"
                    Where's the challenge? You do that just fine yourself.

                    Plus your first acknowlegment of my being was to threaten to beat me up then ask which boys were cute.... whats not to love? (That and you don't bag on my spelling & grammer which must kill you)

                    remember you can still laugh at the movie.

                    There had better be some mighty fine blond bangs in the gallery tomorrow!
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                      Sat, March 10, 2007 - 7:49 AM
                      Mia is preternaturally awesome.
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                        Sat, March 10, 2007 - 10:16 AM
                        I taught Romeo and Juliet to a bunch of ninth graders last year for the first time too. PM me if you want my lesson plans for a cheat sheet......I might have them around some where close.

                        I'm on effexor too. I wish xanax too but I can't get anyone to give them to me.

                        r & j for x? wanna trade?

                        you look hot btw you drunk bitch.
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                          Sat, March 10, 2007 - 10:11 PM
                          What the hell country y'all livin in? I thought it was the U.S. but you can't get a prescription for Xanax? I get it for a muscle tremor caused by another med. I guess it must take massive doses to be fun because I hardly feel it all. But I will say with enough alcohol I care less when someone is being bitchy.
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                          Sun, March 11, 2007 - 6:41 PM
                          Xanax is a supreme cop-out, La-la. Surely you're better than that!

                          I cop-out. And I cop. On the Internet, because I don't have a reliable connection.Yet. But whatever, don't really need one either. You google "Xanax", go with whoever quotes the least, and you take it from there. It can't be that easy!

                          Yet, it is. These fly-by-night enterprises can't be counted on to take your money WHILE delivering the goods by Fed-Ex, can they? Of course they can. I can NEVER remember which one of these sketch-oid websites took my last order, but I can tell you this. They ALWAYS deliver. Never been cheated once, and I've "seen" many, many of these witch doctors.

                          Anyway, there's my tip. I can get a month's supply for less than a hundred, and I'm okay with that.

                          But don't do as I do, do as I say.

                          Do NOT end up like me. Being me right now is having a gaggle of do-gooders calling you left and right and any other direction they can come up with. I KNEW it was only a matter of time.

                          Time for me to take another Xanax!!!

                          Here's what's especially troublesome. Someone (formerly coke-injecting, cute as hell little 24 year old Danny Boy) calling my girl Jeannie to ring the alarm. I regret this, because I already know what she is telling him/ them. "She's fine! I just saw her the other night. She calls ME back." And that puts her in the position of being the idiot, when it all comes out. And I have decided that it must all come out. I agreed to go to the Wednesday meeting with her, so that we can prove to THOSE who keep pestering that it's all good. I DO plan to confess my sins to Jeannie at Noodi Thai before the meeting, because I don't want to make her look bad.

                          And there's no way that I will tell everyone who asks.... something terribly far from the truth. I will say, "Yes, your suspicions have been correct. I have been drinking." And then I will tell them to leave the topic alone. That I'm working it out in my own special way. I won't pretend that I've mastered the drinking thing; I am no liar. Never have been.

                          But I will not mention the Xanax. And I will not mention the coke. (Hell, that's only been three times since the end of December.) I will just say that I have been experimenting, and that it's not been wildly successful, sure, but it's not been SO unsuccessful that I won't do it again. And NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Have I made myself clear? I don't need to, because you guys have never done this, which is why you have access to so much that others don't. Not that that is any great gift, but it COULD make for some good stories, if I, uh, opened up a little more.

                          Oh, and I know. I'm not blind. My apartment looks like I've been sub-leasing to a wino. I see that. But you know why that IS? Do you KNOW? It is because I am the ONLY person in this blessed building who is guilt-ridden enough to recycle! So I must collect the bottles, load them into the car, and lug them two miles down to the only recycling facility in this provincial little settlement. THAT is the only reason things look askew in here. I mean, I guess I could do the dishes and stuff, but who really cares about that? I don't. And "Bunny" doesn't. And it's been a while since I've had any visitors here. Well, any visitors who would notice such things.

                          Funny. I just looked outside to the stars, and they told me I might have the flu on Wednesday.


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                            Tue, March 13, 2007 - 12:18 PM
                            HOw are the first days of R&J going?
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                              Thu, March 15, 2007 - 3:16 PM
                              Anh. Who really cares? We read with the "parallel texts." In other words, we read the story of Shakepeare, just without the actual WORDS of Shakespeare.

                              You know what text we tackle next? "The Outsiders." Written by a 16 year old. A wonderful story, a compelling movie. I ENCOURAGE my kids to read the works of S.E. Hinton. And I buy her novels for them at the Goodwill. Great stuff for teenagers to read and enjoy.

                              But HOW, with any self-respect, can an English teacher actually "teach" such a work? Like, maybe, the kids will MISS out on the sunset symbolism? I mean, the poor Ponyboy sees the same sunsets as the posh Cheri? Or is it Cherry? One hopes it's less obvious than the latter.

                              I'm saying, "How does one TEACH "The Outsiders?" WHAT NEEDS TO BE ILLUMINATED, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?

                              You know why I'll teach it, because it's the only book in town, ie, a class set.

                              Oakland schools sucked. They did. But I had the books to teach some shit worth reading. If I wanted to teach Black shit, there it was. Richard Wright.

                              Anybody can understand "star-crossed" love. I can, and I wouldn't mind some of it. Or star-aligned love, for that matter. I SHOULD have found some rehab love, but I didn't, and even Britney Spears has enough sense to find this.

                              Filed under: Britney Spears
                              "Britney and JasonBritney Spears' newest rumored boyflavor of the month, Jason Filyaw, admits that he and Brit have been "growing very close" since their "special" relationship began, and even used the L-word to descibe his feelings for her.

                              In an exclusive interview with TMZ, Filyaw, self-described as "very spiritual," would neither confirm nor deny that he is dating Spears, but admitted, "I love her, I support her 100% and we are close." Filyaw, who's been attending AA meetings with Spears, also revealed that he is helping Britney with the spiritually "deep" part of her recovery."

                              Duh. At least in AA I met some men. Now I meet no one but the little bottle of Xanax and the big bottle of cheap red wine.

                              Maybe I like the company of the latter rather than the former. And even I can see that that it is not too promising.

                              So yeah, I've been drinking. I hope that I'm not too out of it to relay last night's confessional dinner conversation. Definitely anti-climatic, but you don't know that yet!
                              • Re: I'm in the WRONG school district!

                                Thu, March 15, 2007 - 3:25 PM
                                An English teacher at art school said that over the years, he's had to continually reduce the amount of required reading for the course (Medieval English Lit), because students haven't been able to handle it. They're just not equipped.

                                What do you suppose is causing that?
                                • Re: I'm in the WRONG school district!

                                  Thu, March 15, 2007 - 4:07 PM
                                  Anh, there's so much that we can blame it on..

                                  But every generation accuses the next one of stupidity, don't it?

                                  My kids don't read, for the most part, because it doesn't matter whether they do or they don't. If you're gonna work at the carwash, what's the point? And I say the carwash, not out of contempt, but out of fear. I passed by one the other day on Chester Pike, SHOULD have stopped in, and didn't. But I saw the sign. And it was loooking for workers, and it promised "up to eight dollars an hour!" Up to EIGHT dollars an hour? Hey now! What a life!

                                  And I thought. I should be grateful for the job I have. But I ain't. And I thought, I should be serving some purpose in life. But I ain't. And so I'm having another drink and a Xanax.

                                  And I can talk back to myself. Either DO something that might possibly affect what you think is godawful about your society or SHUT the fuck up! I have decided to shut the fuck up. And the only reason why I'm mouthing of now is becuase I'm drunk.