It must be regarded in its essence, as fact.

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Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time

First thing, soccer is pretty freakin’ entertaining when you know the rules. I recently had one of my more exciting sporting moments in which I was an active participant (coaching counts right?). My 4A class came back from a 3-0 halftime deficit to win with the 4-3 game winner with like 20 seconds left, to defeat our archrivals, 4B. I’m a great motivator. My teams got no quit in them. I’m like Herm Edwards except I manage the clock better. Thus referring back to my true love American football. Thing about the Chiefs is they prepare you for the inevitable downfalls of life but breaking your heart every week. Which in my mind indicates they are providing a greater service than what some like to call the “winners.”

Last night, some other teachers and I went to what my boss called a “nice restaurant” in the local mall’s foodcourt, which is where one normally finds fine dining in the US as well. Two school phychologist and a teacher had a mini intervention to help me with a perceived depression problem. Their solution was to find for me a Colombian girlfriend, which is like suggesting gambling to a person with a coke problem. Hey, you’re already about to cause your heart to explode, why don’t you go broke as well supporting the extended family of someone who’s family has a “nevera rota”* by the second date.

I think at some point in my life, the fact that I look both ways on one way streets is going to save my life. 4th grade is awesome, the kids are responsible enough to give them work without mind numbing amounts of explanation and aren’t quite old enough to think I suck balls. Am I the only one excited about the Weird Al album coming out in 4 days? Certainly not. The thing about the internet is, although I couldn’t get a cd delivered here if it’d cure world hunger, I can steal it just fine. Great.
*Movie of the week, Lucky Number Slevin.
*Album of the week: Plans, by Death Cab for Cutie, excellent, current favorite song; Brothers on a Hotel Bed.
*Book of the week: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon. Hilarious book about an autistic kid solving a crime, written in the first person.

Heart,

Tommy Corn: If Hitler were alive, he'd tell you not to think about oil.

*broken refrigerator

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Home sweet home
Although it's the rainy season right now.

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[Capnt. Caveman]

a penpal
This is fun, it'll be just like grade school where we got pen pals. Except they were in prison and when they wrote back gave horrificly graphic descriptions of their crimes. My pen pal, Slasher-X, like to hang people in old oak trees using sheep entrails. Ahh, kindergarten. Lata wittle joey. PFunk