Jan. 10th, 2005
Strike and Weirdness
Jan. 10th, 2005 11:01 pmThe teachers from the high school that I went to are on strike. Not one hundred percent sure what for though. I asked the principle tonight and she had the nerve to treat me like a grade school student and call me kiddo. I don’t let anyone except my Dad call me kiddo and I’m sick and tired of being treated like a little child by other people. Yes I’m small and yes I look young but I don’t need people who know how old I am treating me like a child. I’m fucking sick of it.
Egad…I swore.
Now onto the weirdness.
The first bit is that my old teachers have built snowmen by the school and gave them picket signs to hold and wear. I saw them when I was driving home and when I told my Dad he said they must be striking to have a longer winter.
Second…now this is really weird. Recently after a conversation with Ricky I had the strangest dream. Remember how I said he reminded me of Ray from Ghostbusters? Well I dreamed I was dating the Dan Akroyd (sp?) version from the first movie and we were some place fancy and Ray was wearing a light red and brown plaid shirt and red tie with a brown sports jacket. When all of a sudden the other three Ghostbusters burst in and ‘busted’ a three inch tall Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man. The last image I had before waking up was my face buried in that plaid shirt. And yes…my pillows were still there when I woke up.
The third… Alicia has suggested I try out for the Bachelorette because I’m looking for love and a future husband. She says this way I know their all single unlike personal ads where you have to find out the hard way. Though it might have merit, after all it beats getting emails from those guys in Morocco and other foreign countries and all those sex questionnaires. Don’t you agree?
Britin
Egad…I swore.
Now onto the weirdness.
The first bit is that my old teachers have built snowmen by the school and gave them picket signs to hold and wear. I saw them when I was driving home and when I told my Dad he said they must be striking to have a longer winter.
Second…now this is really weird. Recently after a conversation with Ricky I had the strangest dream. Remember how I said he reminded me of Ray from Ghostbusters? Well I dreamed I was dating the Dan Akroyd (sp?) version from the first movie and we were some place fancy and Ray was wearing a light red and brown plaid shirt and red tie with a brown sports jacket. When all of a sudden the other three Ghostbusters burst in and ‘busted’ a three inch tall Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man. The last image I had before waking up was my face buried in that plaid shirt. And yes…my pillows were still there when I woke up.
The third… Alicia has suggested I try out for the Bachelorette because I’m looking for love and a future husband. She says this way I know their all single unlike personal ads where you have to find out the hard way. Though it might have merit, after all it beats getting emails from those guys in Morocco and other foreign countries and all those sex questionnaires. Don’t you agree?
Britin