Last Thursday was an interesting day. I got a call at 8:40am from Washington Court House City Schools, to go teach a computer class, so I took the call, a shower and rushed to Court House. I got there and the new assistant principal helped me into my positon at a study hall, then I oversaw two computer classes. I let the students get a little out of hand, but nothing really beyond that. What was killing me was that I couldn;t check my e-mail the whole time I was there.
I got home, checked my e-mail... got accepted to Miami's Mass Communications program, so it looks like I am going down the Oxford. Looks like Mother Miami will be helping me get into Media Studies. It will be weird being back at Miami and not at Hall Auditorium. Still not sure if, let alone, what, I feel about that.
This weekend was ok. I went to the Cunninghams and drank a few there, my brother even made a brief appearance after the hockey game. Then I drug one of the younger CHB to Outland with me; I spotted him the whole night, so I spent a lot more than I wanted to, though I got drunk. I spoke a bit with Chuck Senior of the Outland owner family, and then dance. I always dance when I am too drunk, I guess There was this amazing girl on the dance floor wearing a long coat opened to an amazing ensemble of red boy-shorts and a bra. Absolutely beautiful.. I got to dance really (obscenely) close to her, then someone came and she disappeared (no doubt, knowing my pattern, her boy friend); he was probably taken back by her behavior, as we were getting rather close. Travis said I was hallucinating her, however the next day I got confirmation, that indeed she was there.
Saturday, back to the Cunninghams for a bit, a few CHB were around, notably Willy D. I left as they went to the Clutch show at the Newport. My roommate was throwing a birthday party, so I had to give all present an Absinth lesson. I should be getting paid for that expertise. Next summer perhaps Ill start to cash in on my Absinth knowledge. Some of the guests were a bit pompous, particularly the Bangladeshi guy Siddhartha (I gess it is like being a Jesus in S. America, or Muhammad in the Arabic world), dude studies French literature and wears a barrette; thats like studying medieval Europe and hanging out in a suit of armor, or native American studies and wearing a headdress the village people of academia. I was not impressed, and neither was Anna. I lent her Uncle Setnakts Essential Guide to the Left Hand Path and chatted a bit, though we were both recovering from hangovers. Thankfully I got some sleep before I wasted away Sunday. I havent been all to up lately, been a bit down since Thursday night. I know why, but I dont really want to talk about it; briefly I have had some ambiguous developments, some good, Thursday was good for example, and I havent been able to share that time with whom I wish to. .
I got home, checked my e-mail... got accepted to Miami's Mass Communications program, so it looks like I am going down the Oxford. Looks like Mother Miami will be helping me get into Media Studies. It will be weird being back at Miami and not at Hall Auditorium. Still not sure if, let alone, what, I feel about that.
This weekend was ok. I went to the Cunninghams and drank a few there, my brother even made a brief appearance after the hockey game. Then I drug one of the younger CHB to Outland with me; I spotted him the whole night, so I spent a lot more than I wanted to, though I got drunk. I spoke a bit with Chuck Senior of the Outland owner family, and then dance. I always dance when I am too drunk, I guess There was this amazing girl on the dance floor wearing a long coat opened to an amazing ensemble of red boy-shorts and a bra. Absolutely beautiful.. I got to dance really (obscenely) close to her, then someone came and she disappeared (no doubt, knowing my pattern, her boy friend); he was probably taken back by her behavior, as we were getting rather close. Travis said I was hallucinating her, however the next day I got confirmation, that indeed she was there.
Saturday, back to the Cunninghams for a bit, a few CHB were around, notably Willy D. I left as they went to the Clutch show at the Newport. My roommate was throwing a birthday party, so I had to give all present an Absinth lesson. I should be getting paid for that expertise. Next summer perhaps Ill start to cash in on my Absinth knowledge. Some of the guests were a bit pompous, particularly the Bangladeshi guy Siddhartha (I gess it is like being a Jesus in S. America, or Muhammad in the Arabic world), dude studies French literature and wears a barrette; thats like studying medieval Europe and hanging out in a suit of armor, or native American studies and wearing a headdress the village people of academia. I was not impressed, and neither was Anna. I lent her Uncle Setnakts Essential Guide to the Left Hand Path and chatted a bit, though we were both recovering from hangovers. Thankfully I got some sleep before I wasted away Sunday. I havent been all to up lately, been a bit down since Thursday night. I know why, but I dont really want to talk about it; briefly I have had some ambiguous developments, some good, Thursday was good for example, and I havent been able to share that time with whom I wish to. .