there are eight trillion and some ‘chump?’ change, to be exact. will-be, would-be, we-be teachers in my program can all say the craziest things- dollars to donuts, tease it out, trump myself, what a little peanut he/she is! and even crazier things….but you gotta dope it out for yourself. that means ‘figure it out’ if you don’t know. school’s almost out for me for summer though- only two more days!!! truncated last day!!!!! (i still need mad work on my teacher-isms)

anyway, as i was saying about those peculiar things in life, that weird fascination problem people have where they look at things they shouldn’t, they make fun of things and then watch, read, buy them, so on and so forth—-mine is this——why oh why do i read so many comments on things. i guess it’s a combo of wanting to see what real humans are saying, with making fun of the dumb people, and marveling at the different sides of the intelligent debate.

long story short- recently in Joann Fabrics in Indiana (yeah people read it yourself if you want!) a woman suddenly came down with diarrhea and they refused to let her use the b-room because of a new rule or law against it. it was a sad, embarrassing, funny story, but i went on for too long wasting time reading the comments until i found this one:

“all that fabric to wipe with…I’d consider it second only to heaven
damn woman…just find a nice private corner and give it hell”

it was funny to me. really funny. maybe it’s all that lack of sleep that’s making it hard for me to coherent things.

that reminds me of a funny story that i’m probably not allowed to tell for legal reasons. so just ask in person. well. not like i’ve been seen in person for a while.

triumph!

if you want to stereotypically talk about European countries, i’d agree with this shirt.

if you want to talk about the long and short of it-

yeah.

boy oh boy, isn’t it amazing how time flies when you’re growing up!

Ron Paul Facts

Ron Paul doesn’t go the gym. He stays fit by exercising his civil rights.

Ron Paul delivers babies without his hands. He simply reads them the Bill of Rights and they crawl out in anticipation of freedom.

Ron Paul has no alarm clock, but instead wakes every morning to the call of freedom.

Ron Paul lives in a house made of integrity.

Ron Paul doesn’t sleep. He deliberates.

Ron Paul can smell government spending a mile away.

(More here: http://www.ronpaulfacts.com/)

That’s right, ladies and gents, he’s a good man with a sense of humor. Wise, honest, and all about true freedom.

the only fun thing i’ve done this week besides lesson planning, teaching, and not sleeping, is watch a bit of “flight of the concords”

definitely this song is the best:

BRET: I’m the mother-flippin’ Rhymenosorus. My beats are phat and I have birds on my back and I’m horny, I’m
BOTH: HORNY!
BRET: If you choose to proceed, you will indeed concede, ’cause i hit you with my flow, the wild, rhino stampede.
I’m not just wild, I’m trained, domesticated, I was raised by a rapper and writer-they dated, and subsequently procreated, that’s how it goes, here’s the Hiphopopotamus, the hip hop hippo
JEMAINE: They call me the Hiphopopotamus, my lyrics are bottomless…(clears throat)

JEMAINE: They call me the Hiphopopotamus, flows, they glow like phosphorus, popping of the top of this esophagus, rocking this metropolis. I’m not a large water dwelling mammal. Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that perchance?…Steve…
BRET: My rhymes and records, they don’t get played, because my records and rhymes, they don’t get made, and if you rap like me you don’t get paid and if you roll like me you don’t get laid
JEMAINE: My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment, I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant. Yeah, sometimes, my lyrics are sexist but you lovely bitches should know that I’m trying to correct this.
BRET: Other rappers dis me. Say my rhymes are sissy
BOTH: Why? Why? What…why?
JEMAIME: Why exactly? Be more constructive with your feedback. Please. Why?
BRET: Why, ’cause I rap about reality like me and my grandma drinkin’ a cup of tea. There ain’t no party like my nana’s tea party. Hey! Ho!
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
JEMAINE:I’m the mother-flippin.
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
JEMAINE: Who’s the mother-flippin?
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
JEMAINE:I’m the mother-flippin.
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
BOTH: Mother-flippin.

i want to watch this show all the time. soon i might have more time. for now i must work two hours and go straight to bed.

yep. well. that just about raps up the evening.

folks.

oh dear. mu-mu-mu-ma-make @#$%^ like this!
what are you mean saying!??!!?
who told you how to run! run your life?!?!!
i am frightened.
well.

well.
“to me he look like a leprechaun to me, all you gotta do is look up in the tree, who else seen the leprechaun say yeah!”

that video is out of control. i wanna know. but so is my life sometimes.

yesterday a friend and i hung out, and you know what she pointed out about liking boys who don’t like back like you’d like? in her words:

“I don’t need a man unless he doesn’t need me…then I need him bad”

sometimes a lot of things are out of control. so out there that i can’t really explain them without you having been there to live them with me.

out of control can also be good. really grood times. (watch some of these responsesand you will not feel bad about living. at all. not as if you did, but seriously.)

i can’t complain right now for the most part. i’m happy, very busy, things are changing and more stuff will change soon a lot, and i am making some gold.

i miss my nieces, and mobile, alabama.