The Badly Written Sitcom

      My students are the only ones who could call me Renelulu and get away with it unscathed. Relatively.

     Right now, yours truly is battling a bad case of indigestion and lack of sleep, but the latter is a usual discomfort, while the former is just one of the signs that i probably shouldn’t go out tonight. What with the work and lack of rest and all that shit. But tonight, I need to unwind. I need a break from this cozy little world I’ve managed to get stuck into and do something eternally stupid.

     That’s been one of my great dilemmas for the longest time now. I get pissed, stressed and depressed down south, I head north, instead of seeking comfort from the ones who are nearest and dearest. If I ever get a girlfriend that’s a psychologist, I’m never breaking up with her. Imagine the free therapy.

     So tonight, it’s just another chapter in my continuing saga of melodramatics.

     I need a new outlet for negativity don’t you think? True, a drinking session of legendary proportions wherein I usually end up hurting myself in the most unusual manners may inspire shits and giggles among most of my circle, but… ouch dude.

    Althea, my friend and student who posted a comment on my previous post, came up with a few brilliant suggestions, (and a lot of kind words to boot) so if the night goes well, I may be running through Edsa naked by sunrise.

     The time has come now… the semester… the school year is nearing its end. And I’d like to announce it officially right here on the sitcom… the other shoe has dropped.

     After showering praises on newfound love of life down south and after pretty much getting everyting I want over the past couple of months, I’ve discovered that it was all just, like most of the good things in life, temporary. Oh yeah, the kingdom crashed down quick enough.

     Domestic disturbances abound, both actual and imagined… the school still riding me like cheap whore on a slow tuesday night (long story)… my people down south are in somewhat of a disarray, nay, a scattered disarray… and the whole lovelife? Argh, is all I can say.

     So right now, there is no way to rebuild. The only genuine way to fix these things is to pack up my shit and move on.

     Teaching is still, and it’s still the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done in my life… but there’s just no fucking way I could do this full time without going completely looney tunes. There are still a handful of things I’d like to do with my time left. (I’m old, and I’m sticking to the notion that this is my last year on earth.)

     So here’s the plan. No, not a mere plan, but more of a mission statement. This year…  I’m going to be everywhere. All over.  Things are going to change.

     I think I need to get a whole lot crazier this year. I’m starting over again, a renaissance of good times and great emories. Before the grand finale.

     Watch.      

      No one’s commented on the blog for a while now, but considering the minimal information I gave out in the previous post. What can I say? I’ve been busy. What with moving to a new home, all the work shit I just love hating, drinking everyday, a hellish fever/cold/eventual-death, maintaiing a blog needs time I just couldn’t spare for quite some time.

     But I’m back to my blogging ways now, and there has been a total shitload of things I’d like to say over the power of the almighty internet, but alas, some things I can’t just outrightly state. Gag order. Imagine that. Let’s just say I’m temporarily walking on sunsine about almost every single aspect of my already charmed life.

     Over the past ten months, i’ve acquired a sense of positivity that I just can’t keep to my self. It might be the inspiration and encouragement of my students, or the fact that the setting of this badly written sitcom just turned a whole lot more favorable, but things have been stellar. not perfect, but just the way I like it.

     There’re a couple of things I miss about the north though. Mainly, The Angels… who I’ve yet to see this 2007. Then there’s the weekly jaunts to our home away from home, the western themed bar where wayward sould come to meet and greet. All in due time.

     I’ve gotten everything I want, now, tis is the part where it all goes to hell. Watch.