Duke

There's a new baby in town. I haven't seen him yet. I've been phlegmy, coughy and runny. I'd like to say I'm feeling better, but I can't. my voice is gone. ba doom ch!

I am feeling better though. I lost my voice belting "baby please come home" with the Flaming Turkey Lips. That's a bunch of teachers and aids who get to together to play horrible renditions of music for the students. I was excited this year cause I got to thump on the bass and hide in the background doing very little. Then they asked me to sing Bono-lishiously. and so I did and lost my voice. Today we play, and I will not sing. I am excited again.

I think we will go see this new baby. He doesn't need to hear me speak yet anyways.

One more week...

My work/school year ends next tuesday, after which we have the rest of the week off. Summer school begins the following monday. That lasts until August. That's work/school, not to be confused with school/school. That ended last week.

Long Beach smells like ass. I think God farted. Remember when you were a child and it would rain, and your mom or somebody would tell you God was crying. Back east, in the summer we would have thunderstorms. That was God bowling. I wonder what his score was. Must not have been too good. It always seemed to be raining. I wonder what he ate last night...do you think he was bowling? Don't ever eat the food at those places. I've heard things...

Stop Now! The Following is Boring!

As you may have read, we had a dog for a couple of weeks. After many issues we were forced into facing the fact that he could not remain in our possesion. But he left us with some great memories, a bag full of Dog Treats, some tears and a few scars on my left hand.

Paper Plane had a show in Fresno this past weekend. hell of a show. The show was on Saturday on what happened to be the hottest day of the year, 110 degrees. Sound check was at 3:00 in the middle of a big, open, hot field. It was the hottest 20 minutes of my life. In the end, we played a marothan show for a bunch of mormons in the hottest of hottness. But I got paid 250 for the whole thing. Does that qualify as selling my soul? (FYI: Next show at Dipiazza's on July 10th, Knitting Factory on the 20th)

We've started summer school at Hope School. It's Awesome. I may not be selling neon, building websites, or making movies but I get toplay all morning long and I'm done by 1:30. Also, just applied to a full time position. If so inclined, pray. Not much difference in pay, but benifits are good.

School in the fall is looking more realistic. I've been accepted to Cal State Dominguez Hills. Yeah Carson. Soon my dream of going to school in every uninspired town in Southern California will be realized. High School in Brea and La Habra, College in La Mirada and Carson. If Only Lawndale had a Graduate School...

class field trip

Today my class went on a field trip. I'm stuck here in the class with the two kids who didn't bring their field trip slip. Just me and them. We're watching spy kids, shredding paper in the paper shredder, and coloring. weeeeeeee. I've really got to go to the bathroom, but I can't leave the kids. and so this is my dilemma. Have a great day, everybody.

Ass-wipe

It's been about two weeks since I started my new job working with what a few of you might call the retards. Or maybe you prefer disabled, handicapped or special. At the school we kindly refer to them as a population. As in, "Have you ever worked with this population before?" According to the dictionary, population is general enough...so I guess it works. ...but anyways

I'm diggin' it. I may wipe a few butts, but I'm sure once I get past the gagging it'll be cool.

The kids in my class are mostly non-verbal, or incomprehendible (is that a word). They also don't listen or follow directions. They run away, hit, spit, lick, bang...

Like I was saying... I'm diggin' it. They wear their personalities on their sleeves along with insecurities, compassion, love and anger.... They're just so real. So I may not teach them much, but hey, I'm a selfish son of a bitch.

Today I have accomplished nothing of great importance. Last week held much of the same. Tonight, school starts. I still am not sure of what I need to be taking, but hopefully this will all be resovled soon enough. Tomorrow, I have an interveiw for an instructional aide for the Anaheim School District, working with severly handicapped high school students. All in all, I'm hoping for a rise in my importance level.

I'm watching microcosmos, a documentary type movie exploring the world of our undersized creatures and their daily explorations. check it out.

Going back to school is proving harder then expected. Enrollment is quite the process. Many of the classes I need require prerequisites, much of which were taken at BU, which in turns requires talking to people, waiting in lines, feeling dumb and discoveries of things I need to do. It's freakin community college! I feel like a freshman.

I went for an interview at a wood flooring/inlays production and design company yesterday. Turns out, no job for me, the designer just liked what she heard on the phone. They were hiring for man power to help boost production. All positions were filled, but she was struck by my passion and intelligence and wanted to meet with me anyways just In case something opens up later on. She'll be in touch. Well isn't that nice. No job, but at least I walked away feeling good about myself.