Axe

My Mom and I were driving to the store with the radio on

ME: Its very depressing, I found out a couple weeks ago it’s “dude looks like a lady”.

MOM: Huh?

ME: That one song, you know the one that sounds like ‘do it like a lady?’ Yeah, it’s not. It’s ‘dude looks like a lady’. I feel like my childhood is lie. I thought it was a like a parody or a match to “walk like a man” but its not. It was on the radio and I was trying to sing along but it didn’t match.

MOM: But-…. it sounds like- I guess that makes sense with the lyrics. ‘course it makes sense the other way too.

*it was complete and utter silence for the next five minutes*

No idea why, but I woke up this morning with a memory from high school stuck on my mind:

Back when I was in the 11th grade we were reading Homer’s Odyssey in class and the teacher was having us watch one of the older movie adaptations after we finished reading. She told us that we were going to finish watching it the next day and we didn’t need to bring our books or anything.

Of course the next day comes around and the teacher didn’t show up after the bell rang, which considering some of the other teachers there a teacher showing up for first period wasn’t all that strange. So the class waited a few minutes… a few minutes more… and then we all just said screw it and put the tape in the player, situated our desks and finished watching the movie. About half an hour later one of the other teachers from down the hall had come in to talk to our currently MIA teacher, except she wasn’t there.

This other teacher started freaking out a little bit asking where our teacher was, if she had showed up at all, where our substitute was, why no one had thought of calling the office or another teacher about the issue, etc. while everyone in the class, myself included were just staring at the teacher like she was nuts for ruining movie time. Finally they left quickly telling us to stay in the class and not to leave while they figured out what was going on, as if we really gave a crap about leaving when we could watch a movie in the morning.

They finally found another teacher who had their planning period that hour and had them watch us for the final 15 minutes of class while they waited for a sub to come. And of course there was the one security guard who kept popping their head in every couple of minutes to laugh at us while the situation was being explained to him.

It turned out that our teacher had had a family emergency during the night and was off dealing with that and hadn’t gotten the chance to call in a sub. The whole situation was hilarious because the rest of the day as well as a week afterwords all the teachers kept commenting about how weird it was that no-one had started a fight or anything and they were all concerned as to whether they should be proud or concerned and it wound up being something of a joke.

My replacement fan for my computer finally came in today, but I won’t get guaranteed time to put it in until next Tuesday D: It was supposed to come in yesterday but it didn’t for whatever stupid shipping reason. It would’ve been perfect though I had a day off yesterday and I could’ve used the computer to scan stuff afterwards but now I have to wait.

No matter, but this Saturday is Free Comic Book Day! I have to work in the morning but I can start hitting up shops on my way home, with the first stop being the comic shop down the street from my work. Last year I got a whole bunch of the comics since most of the stores I went to let customers take 5+ comics, plus one store was giving away free hero clix and buttons.

maybe I should bring my bike to make sure that I can hit up all five shops without hopping on and off the bus every other mile

miketooch:

If gas was cheaper I probably would have taken a spontaneous impossibly long road trip just to hang out with an internet friend or several for a weekend by now.

Like, for real. I give that little of a shit. Drive Friday, hang out Saturday and Sunday, go home Monday. Even if there was nothing to do or we just went to see a fucking movie.

Distance ain’t shit to me and neither is time, my boyfriend’s across the ocean and I haven’t seen him in two years. I’M A VERY PATIENT MAN.

But i’m also broke as fuck. So yeah.

Blame gas prices for having less Tooch in your life.

4 Gallons of glow in the dark paint?! Hells yeah, just need $1500

I gotta go circuit spelunking soon, my fan is getting really loud. I’m not sure if it really just needs a good cleaning or is in desperate need to be replaced, it can go either way since its six or seven years old, so I’m a little lost on that. I really don’t want to be cracking open the shell more times than I need to with my luck with electricity I’d wind up electrocuting myself…again.

(new fans are cheap though, which is cool. Its probably going to be impossible to get a new one since the age but used isn’t bad if it works.)

Pretty good summary of life: cut my hand trying to get the stupid staple off of my tax forms so I can finish my FAFSA and now there’s blood all over everything.