Random stream of consciousness

Yikes, I haven't written in a month so here goes....

I should have bought stock in Airborne..... the kids I had this year are the best, I'm gonna miss them so much sometimes I want to cry. Especially the cadet kids and the ones with speech impediments. I feel all smiley and gushy when I talk to a child who can't say double consanants, is that bad? I can't believe I saw Radiohead.... I still can't believe it. The highlight for me was "There there" and walking home in the pouring rain. I sort of flirted with "Comlag" barrista boy when I ran into him at the cell phone shop. Minutes later I remembered that I don't know anything about flirting so I said bye. Oh, and Mogwai would have been an awesome show if they turned on some fucking AC. I think I'm gonna kill Marvin, our house mouse. Enough of this peaceful cohabitance shit, you chewed on my ramen and I will have my revenge. The Sharper Image Mouse Mover isn't really working, its just making an annoying sound that I have learned to drown out. I wonder if Marvin (and co?) have gotten accustomed to drowning it out too. There is a child in my class whose dad is a big time drug dealer..... its sad because I really like that family. But his dad hasn't picked him up or dropped him to school for two weeks.... when I asked him, "hey, where is your dad?" he smiled and said "My daddy at camp" ..... now what adult goes to camp? What kind of camp is this? I'm thinking he went to jail. My holistic-healing ex-roommate got me eating Gojji berries (or Wolfberries) depending on the region, its supposed to be great for your vision and prevent cancer and a lot of other good stuff. Tonight for the first time, I tried em boiled, they tasted ok.... I guess to me, its like a fruit-version of wheat grass. It tastes nasty, but the fact that its good for you is worth it. It makes you WANT to love it..... My thinking is, if I am drinking shitty beer and eating french fries a few days out of the week, I can cleanse my system by eating these. Almost every woman at work is on Weight Watchers.... they are always talking about "points" and "being bad" (translation: eating a donut) and bonding..... and whenever I hear them talk I am reminded of that same isolation I felt from when I was the minority girl at the suburban newspaper and all the men at work would talk baseball.... and how I would go on espn.com just to be able to converse with them even if I didn't care.... maybe I should join Weight Watchers too so I don't feel left out. I wonder where I will be in the Fall.... haven't heard back from grad schools and teaching fellows. Waiting sucks. I'm really feeling that part in Dr. Seuss's "Oh the Places you'll go" when the person is in the worst place of all, the waiting place. Or maybe I'm in that Fugazi song "The Waiting Room." I loved this song before for the riff.... but now I love this song for the lyrics.

"Waiting Room" by Fugazi

I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is like water down a drain
Everybody's moving,
Everybody's moving,
Everybody's moving, moving, moving, moving
Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don't want the news
I cannot use it
I don't want the news
I won't live by it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
Tell me why?
Because... they can't get up
Ahhh... Come on and get up
Come on and get up
But I don't sit idly by
Ahhh...
I'm planning a big surprise
I'm gonna fight for what I want to be
I won't make the same mistakes
Because I know
Because I know how much time that wastes
And Function
Function is the key
To the the waiting room
I don't want the news
I cannot use it
I don't want the news
I won't live by it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
Tell me why?
Because... they can't get up
Ahhh... Come on and get up
Up for the waiting room
Sitting in the waiting room
Ahhh...
Sitting in the waiting room
Ahhh...
Sitting in the waiting room
Ahhh...
Sitting in the waiting room
Ahhh...
Tell me why?
Because... they can't get up