I needed to post this somewhere, but I didn't want to put it on my facebook wall, and I couldn't decide whose wall to put it on, but then everyone would judge me.
The list itself is kind of lame, but some of them are nice or ring true. When I got to this one, I literally laughed out loud.
I went to the library today in search of MMMonoca. No sightings.
Pretty standard work day. I gave a detention to a student because he called me "Bro" and then, when I told him not to address me in so base a manner, he said "Sorry, Dawg."
So, that was fun.
I also took away 3 cell phones today. None of them were very nice, so I just turned them into the office.
Oh! oh! And today was the first time--I have been riding the bus to work quite a bit lately and with gas pushing $4 a gallon, it really help--that one of the homeless people downtown bugged me. He had an odd approach. I had headphones in, so I just pretend that I cannot hear them. Solid plan until he blocked my path. Ummm. I took out an earbud and said "Excuse me." as I moved to pass.
HomelessGuy: Are you racist? Aussie: ...I'm just on my way to work. Excuse me. HG: Are you racist? Aussie: Not really, no. HG: Well, this guy over by Stella's blah blah blah called me a [insert racist slur(s) against blacks here] Aussie: Well that's lame. I am sorry to hear that. HG: Yeah, you'd think with Barack as President, we could move past that. Aussie: Well, I really do need to get to work. I hope your day gets better. HG: Hold on. I swear I am not crazy. I just need to get to Holland to get to this place (I forget if it was rehab or a group home) Aussie: Well, the Greyhound station is just there {points to Greyhound station, which is in plain view} HG: Yeah, I know. I don't have the money for it. Aussie: I see. I wish I could help, but I do not have any cash on me. HG: Anything you can do would help Aussie: Literally no cash. HG: Anything. Change. A phone call. Aussie: You could always go to the Cathedral when the parish offices open. they have plenty of services for people in a tight spot. I'm sure they could help. HG: Cathedral?!?!?! Aussie: Yeah. That huge church in plain view {points}. I really do need to get to work. Good luck.
Candle: The staff at CC call the homeless people "The Neighbors".
Wednesdays are boring. I was really bored. I catalogued 91 books today. By hand. It was very tiring. I am tired.
My mother's grandmother was born today. She has since passed, but she had quite the sense of humor. She would joke with the grandkids that they were all older than she was. When my parents got married, she was only "18" to their 21 years. She died at age 97, but she would have said she was 23. Leap year math: always fun!
I still went to the local establishment to hang-out with the boys after choir. They think that I am crazy. One of the basses is an aggressive atheist. You know the type--he challenges and questions everything that I do and claims to be logical and rational about his entire world-view, but when I poke holes into his "logic" he flips out. Kind of annoying. And these "holes" are not pin-pricks, my friends, you could fit a full-grown elephant through them. But, in the name of friendship, I avoid these topics when others are around to avoid the awkward.
So, anyway, he asked a loaded question "So, what would happen if you drank? I mean, is God going to smite you? It's this really just self-imposed suffering?"
Ugh. I do not even know where to begin! Apparently, he is not in-on our mutual understanding of remaining civil and **not** picking a fight.
I replied shortly that this is a promise that I personally made to God and that it is an exercise in the discipline of self-control and fasting.
Mondays are lame. I feel bad for Monday, because everyone hates Monday. Of course, all of the kids were dreading the fact that we had five whole days of school that week. Between mid-winter break and the snow day, the previous week had been 3 days and the week before that 4 days, so 5 seemed like a lot, especially since it all started with Monday.
I was vaguely productive, but I left work late. I asked MMMonoca what days she worked this week, but I completely forgot. Her schedule is weird to say the least. Some of her shifts are only 3 or 4 hours. Odd.
So, little help?
Candle: I am going to do this when I go to London. It is okay to be jealous.
Today was the Rite of Election at the Cathedral. I was there because I am a catechist for the Cathedral's RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation for adults). The Rite of Election, if you've never been, is when those who are planning to become Catholics at the Easter Vigil mass are introduced to the Bishop. This hearkens back to when it was illegal to be Catholic/Christian, so it was a way to make sure that the people entering the Church are not super secret spies...which is why their names are all written down in a book that they then hand over to the Bishop.
Yes. Very lovely ceremony. At one point, this set of 4 year-old twins went up to meet the Bishop. It was adorable. He bent onto one knee and chatted with them at length. When the twins rejoined their parents, they looked so excited. It was great. I wonder if they talked about cars.
Candle: All of the brass playing in the Cathedral. It sounded heavenly
Rather tame day, friends. I ate some stuff, read some stuff, ate some more stuff, sang some stuff, and then I ate some more.
Today is Erik the Swede's birthday and MMMonoca invited me over contingent that I "get out of here in time for me to make out with him". I think it was successful! I brought him Sourdough starter for his birthday. You guys, he was so pumped, he said "Thank You" like 12 times.
Plus! he successfully blew-out his birthday candle! Hurray!
We attempted to enjoy a movie. I say attempted because MMMonoca had The Rum Diary checked-out from ye old public library.
And, much as we tried to discern the plot, it was generally slow and terrible. We kept booing the trashy would-be-mermaid whore character and then the next second, commented on just how attractive Johnny Depp is. Always. There is no such thing as a bad angle or a bad light. And don't get me started on when he puts a cigarette in his mouth.
Well, since I bring it up...the only thing in this world that could get this girl to smoke is Johnny Depp. If all I had to do to meet him is smoke a pack a day for a year, I am game.
But, not even that could keep us engaged.
MMMonoca: We are an hour and 15 minutes into this movie, and let me tell you, I am not that interested. Aussie: Yeah. Not feeling it plot-wise. MMMono: **sigh** Aussie: {scrounging the coffee table for the case} how long is this anyway? MMMono: I just. I don't feel like it is going anywhere. Aussie: TWO HOURS!!! I don't know if I can sit through 45 more minutes of this, even with--oh that is a good shirt for him to be in! MMMono: ... Aussie: ... MMMono: I'm done. Aussie: Agreed. I'll just Google pics of Johnny later.
Not even a bedazzled turtle could save it.
Nor Aaron Eckhart (who was dressed in a white suit, so we knew he was the bad guy). Nor references to 470 proof alcohol. Nor Johnny Depp as a human flame-thrower.
Looking back, it was all in the pacing and the execution. It's a shame, really. That could have been movie magic.
