GOLD! (Power to believe in your soul…)
Sunday, July 30th, 2006Read it… 50th post. And to think I only started this blog thingy one night last year while I was working late for everybody’s second favorite music channel. (Bianca’s going to hate me for that.)
What should you expect from this supposed special 50th edition of the Badly Written Sitcom? Hopefuly not a shitload of typographical errors.
Resty just reacted to the whole ADHD thing from last post. Dude, they were kidding. Mostly. Also, on other news… Kathy called me a sex addict again. (I’m ot by the way. She has me mistaken with felow former MTV-ite Cholo. He’s the short, hairy sex addict. I’m the tall geek with boyish good looks.)
50 posts… and I believe the central theme of the earlier ones would be my quest to get into teaching, as well as my way of communicating with my friend Ed. (It never occured to me to just message her. I’m silly like that.) And now, one year and 50 posts later here I am, teaching in some rinky dink University in the south and slowly turning back into the emotional teddy bear that I was before the world turned blacker and bleaker after graduation. But let’s have none of that right now. Let’s focus on the present.
JP is going to leave the country again, so the south will be devoid of its Godfather of Porn for three weeks. Three weeks without porn. God help us all. (This does not, in any way, prove any of Kathy’s allegations.)
We wish him luck.
Everyone keeps calling me a grownup. I just consider myself a slightly modified teenager.
The teaching thing’s fulfilled… so what’s next? Hmm… that trip I was supposed to have with Resty and Carlo got derailed… I still have several uncrossed items on my list of things-to-do-before-I-die, and who knows, maybe I might even consider getting in a real relationship again.
Or maybe not.
Kathy just called me a sex addict.
Not that it matters, I just wanted to start the post with something other than "first off…".
First off… I think one of the funniest scenes of my life during the week would be when I was convincing a twelve year old kid that I really was a teacher by showing my ID. Even then the kid seemed doubtful. Kids are stupid.
I played a bunch of local band music on my radio show for the school, and I must say, the whole emo movement has me worried about what type of people we’re producing with these stuff. They say that art is a reflection of societry, so if this is the music we have, what does that say? That the country is now filled with overreacting drama queens? Fine. I can deal with that.
A month within the semester and I am still without any companions within the faculty. Not that hanging out consistently with students isn’t a blast mind you… but being referred to as "sir" 80 percent of the time just tends to be more tiring than I expected.
I proctored a few exams during the prelims week and my god, kids today don’t know how to cheat. In my day (and I know that makes me sound old) we elevated cheating at exams to an artform. Of course, when I moved back south to study Communication, I stopped doing that shit. Most Com subjects are no-brainers.
My lifestyle is back to the way it was during my college years… and I couldn’t be any happier. Of course, I still appreciate the occasional jaunt up north, but I’m very cool with the way things are. it’s a total 180 to how my life was when the year started.
Sorry about gushing like that… I’ll try to bring more of the "haha" next post.