I know I just ranted about vanity, but you ain't never seen anyone limbo until you've seen ME limbo. I'd lay y'all to waste.
All of my peers/friends/whatever smoke. I think this is a sign from God. I think God wants me to be addicted to nicotine and get lung cancer.
As much of a bitch as it was, and even though I never felt fully accepted by the fellow instructors, I kinda miss being the head instructor of a karate studio. to have that feeling of importance and responsibility over 300-some students.
If this were a perfect world I would have tested for my 4th degree black belt last night at the karate test. but of course I didn't. even though I've been able to test for how many years now? and who's fault is it that I haven't? Well, there's no one around except the reflection in the monitor, so I guess I know who. yeah i know that's trite. we're all just gonna have to live with it.
So instead of doing a form in front of a silent and scrutinizing few dozen people (but more importantly, the head instructors), I got to act as an honorary head instructor and sit alongside them as we evaluated testers. And instead of breaking no fewer than four cement blocks and having my master instructor wrap a 4th degree black belt around my waist, my left ringfinger got STOMPED on while holding a wooden board for someone to break. and now I type at an infuriating slow pace.
If I don't test for my 4th degree one year from now, I give someone, anyone, permission to do something nasty to me. not the good kind of nasty. I mean the bashing-my-head-in-with-a-tack-hammer-and-sucking-out-my-brain-juices kind of nasty.
I need to read at least one book before school starts again. but I read so slowly that I could be classified as mentally handicapped.
Well anyway, I was thinking of a new look:
All of my peers/friends/whatever smoke. I think this is a sign from God. I think God wants me to be addicted to nicotine and get lung cancer.
As much of a bitch as it was, and even though I never felt fully accepted by the fellow instructors, I kinda miss being the head instructor of a karate studio. to have that feeling of importance and responsibility over 300-some students.
If this were a perfect world I would have tested for my 4th degree black belt last night at the karate test. but of course I didn't. even though I've been able to test for how many years now? and who's fault is it that I haven't? Well, there's no one around except the reflection in the monitor, so I guess I know who. yeah i know that's trite. we're all just gonna have to live with it.
So instead of doing a form in front of a silent and scrutinizing few dozen people (but more importantly, the head instructors), I got to act as an honorary head instructor and sit alongside them as we evaluated testers. And instead of breaking no fewer than four cement blocks and having my master instructor wrap a 4th degree black belt around my waist, my left ringfinger got STOMPED on while holding a wooden board for someone to break. and now I type at an infuriating slow pace.
If I don't test for my 4th degree one year from now, I give someone, anyone, permission to do something nasty to me. not the good kind of nasty. I mean the bashing-my-head-in-with-a-tack-hammer-and-sucking-out-my-brain-juices kind of nasty.
I need to read at least one book before school starts again. but I read so slowly that I could be classified as mentally handicapped.
Well anyway, I was thinking of a new look:
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Good luck with the reading.
yea man I hear ya on that hieghts thing...i was on a Ferris wheel as a little kid and it stopped up top for what fel like forever...i couldn't even stand on a chair after that.
But yea, take your time with the petition.