It's fitting that it is officially Martin Luther King jr. day, and I come across this crap at Margaret Cho's website. Martin Luther King jr. would be so proud that people attack Ms. Cho's right to say what she wants to say by resorting to racism, homophobia, and misogyny. I can't even begin to say what I want to say about this, but I will say that I love Margaret Cho.
I have a three day weekend, but it's almost over. I spent two days at the mall, which is my favorite thing ever, but I couldn't find many good things. I did get a good deal on a new wool coat, though.
Justin's brother, Jason, is driving me insane. He has moved really nearby, and he is CONSTANTLY over here. They are CONSTANTLY watching basketball games. I rarely get to spend time with Justin alone. Hopefully this will not continue, or it will be as if Jason has moved into our home. It's not cool.
I just finished Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland, Oregon by the author of Fight Club. Who knew that Portland had so many interesting places? It's doubtful that I will be going to any of them, especially not the full screen porn theater where people openly masturbate. Not my cup of tea, I guess. No way did I just say, Not my cup of tea."
I have a bad habit of picking up phrases from other people. Really bad. You can say something once and suddenly it will be adapted and modified to be my saying. And then Justin will pick it up. We are seriously becoming the same person. He now constantly says things such as, "No way did he just..." and after someone says something funny, "He just said..." and, "How funny is it that..."
These are all my phrases that I have picked up/stolen from various people. Sadly, I have picked up some phrases from him that aren't too pretty. For example, I say the word punk all the time. When I find he has eaten my candy I use his patented line, "You little punk!" I also have picked up his weird habit of not just saying it smells but that is smells like something bizarre. For example if the house smells, or someone farts, or whatever, he will be like, "It smells like burnt cabbage!" or, "It smells like pumpkins!" or, "It smells like cornnuts!" I do that, too, now.
My original point was that I got totally called out on my stealing sayings the other day. Elizabeth always talks about some dumb customers at work (she's a server at a restaurant). She always ends the story by saying, "Come on, people!" I picked it up, then I said it in front of Mark and Elizabeth and Mark was like, "No way are you stealing people's phrases and using them in front of them." It was so embarrassing.
Speaking of phrases, I hate it how everyone wants to call hooded sweatshirts "hoodies" now. It has always been hooded sweatshirts, but all of a sudden recently someone came up with the bright idea to call them "hoodies." It's cute, don't get me wrong, but I hate it anyway.
My best friend Cassandra is the queen of new phrases constantly, and I am always stealing them and then I think I am the originator. Her latest thing is that she says right at the end of every sentence. For example:
Her: "He text messages me all the time at work. Cute, right?"
Me: "Yeah."
Her: "Oh, I got this new hoodie."
Me: "No way did you just say 'hoodie'!"
Her: "I know! Crazy, right?"
It is actually really cute and fun, but I haven't stolen it (yet?!?!?!)
I am a horrible friend who never calls anyone EVER. I suck.
So I really need to stop spending all of this money all of the time because I need to save up to go on some trips this summer. I have to take this stupid class because apparently I thought I was done, but I had to have a certain amount of credit hours toward my CTL. I have my masters, but no, that is not good enough. So I have to take this bullshit class this summer, when I thought I was done. I did the whole CTL program and passed with the awe and admiration of everyone (my presentation was the best, and everyone else put zero effort in), but no I'm still not done. I'm not bitter, though. HA HA.
I can see how we have all of these angry, bitter teachers. I'm not really THAT bad yet, but there are so many factors working against us constantly. It's hard not to get pissed off when we are sitting in some stupid bloodborne pathogen training with a woman that isn't a coherent speaker, when we have piles of work to do back in our classrooms to prepare for what actually matters--teaching our students. Not that it really matters, because as an English teacher it is virtually impossible to ever be caught up on grading.
I don't know why I'm so angry and pissed off this year. I like my kids a lot. I just am angry and tired and pissed off anyway.
I wish Justin would get a job already. He's applied to be a police officer, which means a lot of training if he is accepted. I have mixed feelings about it, but I think it is a step in the right direction.
