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Saturday, May 29, 2004


   I won't look down, won't say I'm sorry...

"The Young and the Hopeless" by Good Charlotte

YAY! I finally made the top 500!! I'm so proud!


So, now I have a bunch of things to say b/c I haven't been posting properly lately. So sorry! I am a bad friend for not visiting sites, I know! *looks guilty* For anybody who was confused this morning I was having a Gundam Wing marathon at midnight last night. Still am actually, but the DVD player is skipping so I'm letting it rest for a while. It's old, what can I say...

It's Saturday now and I'm happy! I can sleep in without feeling guilty because noone else gets to. Also, that means it's May 29th and I am officially no longer under contract and can explain why I have been making weird references to my not being at school for the past few weeks. (Teachers are supposed to go to school, right?) Well, prepare to be outraged. Two and a half weeks ago I was put on 'administrative leave with pay' for letting my 5th graders read manga. My manga to be exact, I didn't write it sillies, I brought it in. About a month ago we had our god-awful state standardized tests and all the kids could do after they finished was read or sleep. Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that no kid wants to read a book after taking a 3 hour test on reading! So, anyway, I brought in a bunch of my comics, Japanese and American, and kept them busy that way. Sounds good right? Wrong! So, anyway, one girl took one home without my knowing it and her parents got ahold of it and called the principal. Several friends of mine believe that said principal already had it out for me to begin with so this was not a promising turn of events.

Anyway, I'm making this explanation longer than it needs to be.... the book in question was one 'Love Hina' rated ages 16 and up, because my stupid ass didn't check and just brought in everything I had. So here's the part where I say it was my fault. I should have been more responsible, I shouldn't have let her read it, but in my own defense it was an honesst mistake. A stupid one, yes, but a mistake none the less. So back to the story, I was sent home at 8:30 on a Friday morning, causing all the kids to freak out and think I was fired. The following Tuesday I was called in to the district office and told I had to resign or I'd be fired b/c that's what the principal recommended. So, obviously you can guess what I picked. Nobody wants it on their record that they were fired. So, now I'm looking for a new job in other school districts, thankfully San Antonio has about 30 of them so it shouldn't be a problem. That ambiguous 'thing' I went to last Saturday was a job fair for one of them.

So....why am a wasting a huge amount of space talking about this? I don't know, it's cathartic? Some of you will be angry for me, some will be angry with me, it's to be expected. But, on to bigger and better things! There's new episodes coming on tonight, yaya!



I got to go swimming yesterday with my friends at their appartment. Some kids had left a couple of super-soakers out and Bubba and I got in a big water fight. It was so fun! Then we all played volleyball and dodgeball. We're supposed to go tubing at the lake on Monday since everybody with normal jobs is off too, not just schools. Yesterday was also my dad's birthday. Happy Birthday Daddy! (not like he's gonna see this...) I got him the DVD of "Oh Brother Where Art Thou?" such a great movie!

Ok, now there's something I've been meaning to mention for a while, and since this post is already horrendously long I might as well go ahead and do it now. I've lived in a lot of different states, all somewhat southern ones, but the things people say in different places entertain me to no end. For example, when I'm going to exit a car I say, "I'm getting out," guess that's what they say in Florida since that's where I grew up. When I was living in Louisiana though a friend was taking me to a party and she said, "Are you gonna get down?" which totally freaked me out b/c I was going there to meet a guy, when what she really meant was "get out so I can." Heh, I was in shock. And now, living in Texas, I've found that people say "get off" instead of those other things, which also freaked me out immensely the first time I heard it. You can imagine why... "Get off for a minute..." What? *sigh* It's interesting though...so now I'm going to be a good friend and visit EVERYONE'S sites I promise! To the people I usually chat with, I'm sorry in advance for being glued to the TV drooling over Gundam boys instead of talking to you.


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