The house without Time

It’s unexpectedly fulfilling to do this work. Doing the dishes, laundry, cooking, seeing to it that the girls are cleaning themselves properly and brushing their teeth, tucking them in, reading aloud before bed, teaching and learning with them, etc…it’s all stuff that ‘anyone’ can do and I feel like (or maybe family/friends feel) I should be doing something of a higher level. Of course this is only temporary and a bridge to where I want to be, which is fluently speaking and working full-time here. It’s just funny that I love doing this - ‘this’ meaning being domestic and mom-ish. When you don’t have another job to do first, it’s quite nice. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and I can’t wait until I have someone who will make a family with me (I know I'm a fucking cheeseball). This is just a taste, but a good one. Also, it’s not like I’m just one of those nannies in a household with lazy parents who don’t want to do the dishes: both of these families are single parents who are going through a traumatic experience. I feel like my presence is a little important, and I hope I positively affect these little guys. Who knows, I’ll probably be preaching another story in a few weeks but right now anyhow, it’s sweet. The truest sense, not the like, surfer sense.

There are no clocks in this house. Not a single one. I don’t know if I like this or not, or both.

Al Jazeera is available here. That’s rad. Wish I could understand what was being said though. Instead I’m watching for the millionth time how ‘the bailout was necessary because doing nothing was just not an option’ (I’m sure it’s true but I’m still sick of hearing that sound bite) and how Palin held her own but there was still no clear winner of the debate. When CNN switched to their correspondent in Tokyo, it cracked me up when she basically stated that no one cares about the debate there because it’s not a ‘debate-focused society’ (that’s putting it lightly) and that they know of Palin only because she’s a woman and because her glasses are made by a Japanese brand. !$%^*!$*^!!!

I’m watching VH1 Classic and Culture Club’s ‘Do You Really Want to Hurt Me’ is on. Boy George is wearing a shirt with Arabic words and there is a jury in a courtroom wearing blackface. Wtf. Now he’s dancing just like Kana from Toyohashi! Oooooh….now it’s ‘In Bloom’. Huntoh? They’re a ‘classic’ already? God love ‘em. My first crush except for Bobby Ravensburg. [[CAN YOU TELL I’M LONELY AS SHIT AND THERE’S NO ONE TO TALK TO SO I’M TALKING TO YOU LIKE WE’RE BFFS AND YOU ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ALL THIS DRIVEL?]]

Time to go to sleep, but not before I study a little. Since I’m not in classes yet I just read French magazines and circle words I don’t know and look ‘em up. Boring but effective.

Out.

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