February 2012
35 posts
It doesn’t matter how old I get,
I’ll always be freaked out the night before school.
I love my Frank O’Hara book.
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again.
-...
After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you...
“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, ‘It might have been.’”
- Kurt Vonnegut
Ugh, why am I sick on a three-day weekend? Those are supposed to be for fun!
It’s either being treated hostilely or ignored outright.
Where’s the happy medium?
What a rough, rough day. Thank god for my dad. And wine.
And when the former has had a few glasses of the latter,
laughter and hilarity are sure to ensue.
Love you, Dad.
“Grammy’s Executive Producer Says It’s Time Chris Brown Returned”
I just love the part where the E.P says, “If you’ll note, he has not been on the Grammys for the past few years and it may have taken us a while to kind of get over the fact that we were the victim of what happened.”
Yeah. The Grammy Awards was the victim there.
Chris Brown punched it so hard...
It’s amazing to me how some people are just so miserable with their own lives that they only want to bring others down with them.
You’re not bringin’ me down, lady.
Law and Order SVU late night marathon.
Almost makes a sinus headache tolerable.
Like water off a duck, man.
Water off a duck.
e·piph·a·ny
noun /iˈpifənē/
A moment of sudden revelation or insight
I had one of these the other night.
Now I feel lighter than I have in a long time.
And very capable. Of anything, really.
Dear allergies, I hate you.
“And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space. That is your inclination, known in the heavens and you should follow it to hell, if necessary, which I doubt.”
- Frank O’Hara, “A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island”
“Leaf! You are so big! How can you change your color, then just fall!
As if there were no such thing as integrity!”
- Frank O’Hara, “Les Etiquettes Jaunes”
My Favorite Frank Lines
“Decide what you want of my heart most particularly, eagle, and take it. I defy you! Eat on.”
- Frank O’Hara, “Oranges: 12 Pastorals”
Done!
Today was a much better day than yesterday, and a much better ending to my week. I went to brunch with my current roomie and then flea-marketing, I did lesson planning, had dinner with some friends, and spent more time with more friends. It was a nice night, and I feel so much better than I did last night/early this morning.
I wish my weekends were longer. I feel like I have so many obligations...
All of my friends went out tonight. I was supposed to go, but I fell asleep. When I finally woke up, I saw that no one tried to contact me. No messages, no phone calls, nothing.
I know I’m probably reading into it much, much more than I should. But lately I feel like I’m falling out of this particular group. And this is something I’m very sensitive to, since it’s happened...
January 2012
35 posts
I hate people.
All the people.
It figures that the guy who
flirted with me all night,
bought me drinks,
and asked for my phone number
would be in a relationship.
Why are guys so shady?
I don’t know what’s been going on for the last few Fridays, but kids have been cuh-razy. Their behavior regresses to elementary school level, they assume we’re not going to do work (“Because it’s Friday!”), and they’re just terrible in general. It hasn’t been all year - just the last few weeks.
I went off on them today, and I feel bad for it.
But...
I fought the law, and I can now teach my students To Kill a Mockingbird!
Be prepared to fall in love with this book, children.
I will teach you to love it.
I’m quite tired of asshole douchebags.
[ INSERT “UNRESOLVED ANGER AT STUPID THINGS” RANT HERE]
Why would someone take To Kill a Mockingbird away from me? Simply because they couldn’t get their kids engaged in it several years ago? Even though it would be the perfect book to teach them for this unit?
Ugh.
Some people.
hyp·o·crite/ˈhipəˌkrit/
A person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings.
Lighter Boots
I’m not ready for my weekend to be over.
Given that I spent the majority of it in a cough-medicine-induced coma, I feel like I didn’t really have one.
But today I saw Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close with Heidi.
It was amazing, just like the book.
And a nice (and very cute) guy asked me for my number this afternoon while my friends and I were watching San Francisco lose.
It...
These kids and their germs.
I’ve had a chronic cough since October.
It’s a good thing I like them.
[The kids. Not the germs.]
Teaching Figurative Language to High Schoolers
[After explaining the definition of a metaphor and giving an example…]
Me: “Can anyone give me another example of a metaphor?”
Student: “I’ve got one, Ms. Campbell.”
Me: “Go ahead.”
Student: “Ms. Campbell is a fox.”
Me: “…No.”
Another student: “Wait, so that’s not a metaphor?”
Me: “Well, it...
I don’t understand these “Take Back America” stickers.
Did someone steal it?