Today's journal entry is brought to you by...
the letter "K"
Don't ask me how... but, this is the image that popped up when I Googled "the letter K".
I really don't know what to say. I'm up in the air about a trade for animals. I have this beautiful, mint, tame expensive lizard (emerald tree monitor)
that I want to trade for an expensive snake (Olive python)
The reason why I'm up in the air is because in trades like this, I would ship my lizard to the guy with the python. He then ships his snake to me. Now, the tricky part is for either of us to not get scammed. I could send him my lizard and he may not send the snake and I may never be able to go after him legally and vice versa. So, tomorrow I will talk to him and see what we can work out...
Friday I'm getting 2 of D's!
and, OH! I got one of D's last week!
that's about it for the animals news for now
My final and grades went up last week. I was disappointed with a few students' overall class performance, but I had a blast teaching! I'm looking forward to next year's crop and I'm already going to be brain storming about teaching this class to two different types of students for the 2010 year.
The concert was... unusual. I met Justin at the bar while I waited for my other friend to met up with us. He bounced from bus to bus and by the time he caught up with us, I was drunk and having a Hell of a time
So, when we sat down a girl and her boyfriend came to me directly and told me to get up because I was in her seat. I informed her that 3 ushers guided us to our seats. I told her this 3 times! She still persisted, said "O.K. just get up and give me my seats!" I had an usher come over tell her she was wrong and she couldn't even look me in the eye when she apologized.
Next, a girl and her boyfriend walk past my drunken tattoo artist (Justin) and he is pointing at the boyfriend's shirt. It was a fucking hideously, ugly striped shirt. She stopped walking and told Justin "Nice fucking shirt asshole!" He got up from his seat and whispered in her ear "I said I like his nice shirt." She silenced her bitch mouth and walked off.
Don't mess with drunk tattooed boys.
Lastly, a guy left his backpack on one of our seats when we first arrived. Justin's girlfriend threw the bag on the floor because we didn't want to be caught with drugs, guns or any of that wack shit! About 3/4 thru the performance the guy finally came asking for the bag and we pointed to the floor in front of us. He couldn't find the bag and then he tried to be a dick and ask to sit where we were and started dancing next to me. I elbowed him out of my way, he got the message and then did the weirdest boogey dance real low to the ground.
Dude was high on PCP.
Look's like I had alot to say
the letter "K"
Don't ask me how... but, this is the image that popped up when I Googled "the letter K".
I really don't know what to say. I'm up in the air about a trade for animals. I have this beautiful, mint, tame expensive lizard (emerald tree monitor)
that I want to trade for an expensive snake (Olive python)
The reason why I'm up in the air is because in trades like this, I would ship my lizard to the guy with the python. He then ships his snake to me. Now, the tricky part is for either of us to not get scammed. I could send him my lizard and he may not send the snake and I may never be able to go after him legally and vice versa. So, tomorrow I will talk to him and see what we can work out...
Friday I'm getting 2 of D's!
and, OH! I got one of D's last week!
that's about it for the animals news for now
My final and grades went up last week. I was disappointed with a few students' overall class performance, but I had a blast teaching! I'm looking forward to next year's crop and I'm already going to be brain storming about teaching this class to two different types of students for the 2010 year.
The concert was... unusual. I met Justin at the bar while I waited for my other friend to met up with us. He bounced from bus to bus and by the time he caught up with us, I was drunk and having a Hell of a time
So, when we sat down a girl and her boyfriend came to me directly and told me to get up because I was in her seat. I informed her that 3 ushers guided us to our seats. I told her this 3 times! She still persisted, said "O.K. just get up and give me my seats!" I had an usher come over tell her she was wrong and she couldn't even look me in the eye when she apologized.
Next, a girl and her boyfriend walk past my drunken tattoo artist (Justin) and he is pointing at the boyfriend's shirt. It was a fucking hideously, ugly striped shirt. She stopped walking and told Justin "Nice fucking shirt asshole!" He got up from his seat and whispered in her ear "I said I like his nice shirt." She silenced her bitch mouth and walked off.
Don't mess with drunk tattooed boys.
Lastly, a guy left his backpack on one of our seats when we first arrived. Justin's girlfriend threw the bag on the floor because we didn't want to be caught with drugs, guns or any of that wack shit! About 3/4 thru the performance the guy finally came asking for the bag and we pointed to the floor in front of us. He couldn't find the bag and then he tried to be a dick and ask to sit where we were and started dancing next to me. I elbowed him out of my way, he got the message and then did the weirdest boogey dance real low to the ground.
Dude was high on PCP.
Look's like I had alot to say
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and i was actually thinking of the departed after i wrote that. they kept on talking about the "guineas from providence."