MOZART & THE WHALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
kooky kooky show. i love it. i want the vcd. now.
Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat. – Mark Twain
Monday, July 31, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
dear tutee number one,
you are great. you do work and listen. it would be nice if you actually remember what i teach you. it would be nicer if you remember after i've taught you the same thing every lesson continuosly. it would also be nice if you stopped handing up blank questions. it would also be in your dog's health interest if it would stop pawwing me with its suspiciously long nails. and yes. i can tell when you rush through your homework.
sincerely, your scratched tutor.
dear tutee number two,
it is weird that you love doing my work...or any work for that matter. but nevermind, i don't mind the fact you give yourself homework. i do mind that you handwritting is as legible as a baby's scrawling. i do mind that you refuse to speak up and instead nod your head so slightly i have to wonder if you're nodding or have a head twitch that works up everytime i ask you; "understand?".
sincerely, your confused tutor.
dear tutee number three,
i understand our age difference is about 5years. thus we can be all pally-pally and friendly and chitchatty. however I AM YOUR FREAKING TUTOR. the very least i deserve that respect. so it would be less insulting if you did your freaking work when i say so. the fact that you are damn lazy to write is probably a legitimate excuse, but it's also the DUMBEST EXCUSE ever. it's freaking english. you have to write damnit.
sincerely, your very pissed tutor.
you are great. you do work and listen. it would be nice if you actually remember what i teach you. it would be nicer if you remember after i've taught you the same thing every lesson continuosly. it would also be nice if you stopped handing up blank questions. it would also be in your dog's health interest if it would stop pawwing me with its suspiciously long nails. and yes. i can tell when you rush through your homework.
sincerely, your scratched tutor.
dear tutee number two,
it is weird that you love doing my work...or any work for that matter. but nevermind, i don't mind the fact you give yourself homework. i do mind that you handwritting is as legible as a baby's scrawling. i do mind that you refuse to speak up and instead nod your head so slightly i have to wonder if you're nodding or have a head twitch that works up everytime i ask you; "understand?".
sincerely, your confused tutor.
dear tutee number three,
i understand our age difference is about 5years. thus we can be all pally-pally and friendly and chitchatty. however I AM YOUR FREAKING TUTOR. the very least i deserve that respect. so it would be less insulting if you did your freaking work when i say so. the fact that you are damn lazy to write is probably a legitimate excuse, but it's also the DUMBEST EXCUSE ever. it's freaking english. you have to write damnit.
sincerely, your very pissed tutor.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
do you have a dream? like say earn your first million before reaching thrity? or having ten kids and fourteens grandkids before sixty? or finding a cure to some weird diesease? dreams and aspirations like that.
i don't.
which is why i'm doubting myself. my aims my goals my entire existence. i seriously don't know what i want out of life. i'm not religious so i don't really know what to expect for afterlife. if it's all science, then my body stops functioning and nothing really happens. if we get to go to some kind of heaven...i'm really can't be bothered to get in. throw me into the pits of enternal fire. you're dead. fire can't hurt much now can it?
arrgh. i'm seriously irritated right now. which would explain my semi-anti-socialness.
i don't want to start school. i don't like change. i'll probably get all depressed and pissed.
i have no idea what i want.
isn't that sad?
i don't.
which is why i'm doubting myself. my aims my goals my entire existence. i seriously don't know what i want out of life. i'm not religious so i don't really know what to expect for afterlife. if it's all science, then my body stops functioning and nothing really happens. if we get to go to some kind of heaven...i'm really can't be bothered to get in. throw me into the pits of enternal fire. you're dead. fire can't hurt much now can it?
arrgh. i'm seriously irritated right now. which would explain my semi-anti-socialness.
i don't want to start school. i don't like change. i'll probably get all depressed and pissed.
i have no idea what i want.
isn't that sad?
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