Focused and direct this blog shall not be, but instead, full of anything that comes to mind....
First of all, do they have to do that? Do cute little dating couples really have to sit IN MY CLASSROOM and play footsie and kiss and blah, blah, blah? It got to the point where I could tell the guy was becoming so extremely annoying that the girl would let out a "Stop It!" every 5 seconds. Eventually, she got up and left and I thought their romance was over and I could live happily ever after.
I was wrong.
Is it appropriate for me to vent on this thing? I mean, as long as I don't use vulgarity or stir up dissension? I am frustrated tremendously by a guy in a pair of shoes costing no less than $100, some jeans probably around $60-70, and a shirt...oh, maybe about another $60, who struggles to find change to purchase some imitation Little Debbie out of a snack machine at Central Georgia Technical College and turns to me and poses the question, "I can hol' 50 cent?" I wanted to say something witty like, "I don't know how '50' would feel about that. He's a big, tough rapper with 87 bullet wounds..." But instead, I politely offer him 50 cents and turn to leave with my $1.00 bottle of Dasani (or was it Aquafina?) water to walk back to my lab.
He probably went to the library later to check his e-mail.
In case you can't tell, there are certain people on this earth for whom I have very little understanding or patience. Fortunately for me (and for you) my God offers grace and mercy to us when we frustrate Him. It is a daily struggle to stay within His desires, but I'm trying. Some of my writing may not seem to parallel my faith. I don't see it that way so much as I am just trying to offer a little laughter to the world at the expense of those who shall remain nameless.
I'll leave you with this little piece of musical genious:
when the fantasy has ended
and all the children are gone
something good inside me
helps me to carry on
I ate some bugs
I ate some grass
I used my hand
to wipe my tears
to kiss your mouth
I break my vow
no no no no way jose
unless you want to
then we break our vows together
encarnaciohooooooooooooon
encarnaciohohohohohoooooooon
encarnaciooooooooooooon
dododittleditttledeeee
encarnaciohohohayhohooooon
First of all, do they have to do that? Do cute little dating couples really have to sit IN MY CLASSROOM and play footsie and kiss and blah, blah, blah? It got to the point where I could tell the guy was becoming so extremely annoying that the girl would let out a "Stop It!" every 5 seconds. Eventually, she got up and left and I thought their romance was over and I could live happily ever after.
I was wrong.
Is it appropriate for me to vent on this thing? I mean, as long as I don't use vulgarity or stir up dissension? I am frustrated tremendously by a guy in a pair of shoes costing no less than $100, some jeans probably around $60-70, and a shirt...oh, maybe about another $60, who struggles to find change to purchase some imitation Little Debbie out of a snack machine at Central Georgia Technical College and turns to me and poses the question, "I can hol' 50 cent?" I wanted to say something witty like, "I don't know how '50' would feel about that. He's a big, tough rapper with 87 bullet wounds..." But instead, I politely offer him 50 cents and turn to leave with my $1.00 bottle of Dasani (or was it Aquafina?) water to walk back to my lab.
He probably went to the library later to check his e-mail.
In case you can't tell, there are certain people on this earth for whom I have very little understanding or patience. Fortunately for me (and for you) my God offers grace and mercy to us when we frustrate Him. It is a daily struggle to stay within His desires, but I'm trying. Some of my writing may not seem to parallel my faith. I don't see it that way so much as I am just trying to offer a little laughter to the world at the expense of those who shall remain nameless.
I'll leave you with this little piece of musical genious:
when the fantasy has ended
and all the children are gone
something good inside me
helps me to carry on
I ate some bugs
I ate some grass
I used my hand
to wipe my tears
to kiss your mouth
I break my vow
no no no no way jose
unless you want to
then we break our vows together
encarnaciohooooooooooooon
encarnaciohohohohohoooooooon
encarnaciooooooooooooon
dododittleditttledeeee
encarnaciohohohayhohooooon
1 comment:
Danny,
I have this thing to where when I read someone's writing, (and this is if I've met them in person and know what they sound like when they talk) I hear them speak the lines I'm reading. Like, you're reading it to me...kinda deal.
Well, when I cam across the line in your blog "I can hol' 50 cents"-
I nearly peed my pants.
ps- thanks for adding me to your links. i'll make sure and return the favor.
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