Saturday, July 22

All my records have a rash...they itch...I've gotta scratch.

So! I'm at home, chillaxing with my kitty and my parents. I had a big mushroom for dinner last night, hamburger style. I just ate a blueberry bagel. Toma, my foreign exchange studend sister from Dessau, Germany is visiting. We're a family again!

I have an interview on Monday, for the school I've been summer school teaching in! I thought I had the job already, but just after I told everyone I had a job the guy mentioned that it wasn't 'till august that he'll know for sure. But I guess I spoke to the right person, and well...Monday is go-day.

Hah! So, it turns out my banjo teacher is jewish. He told me it's been a big movement in Brooklyn (jewish people playing bluegrass, I mean)--they call it Jewgrass. We've got soul now, apparently. Who knew?

I was in class the other day, and my cooperating teacher, Ms. Norton, was going over homophones with the kids. They got the idea, but she told them it was correct that "hair," "hear," "here," "beer," and "bear" are all pronounced exactly the same way. And in an earlier lesson, she didn't know that space did not have oxygen in it. She was literally standing there dumbfounded in front of the class, with an expression on her face like she didn't know what the heck the class or I was talking about when we said you couldn't breathe in space. I guess I have my work cut out for me.

The superhero thing is STILL in mind, don't you worry. I'm just working on it. I visited the superhero supply store, and it wasn't quite what I needed to begin my reign of justice. My friend Steve at Chico state says he's totally going to do it as well--he wants to make all this branded leather armor for himself in the metal shop. I don't know how he'll do it.

I was interviewed at ABC about my opinion on the end of the world! I told them I thought our biggest problem was overpopulation. They asked me what I would do if I knew the world was going to end in 20 years via black hole, because apparently that's how long we would have. I told them I wouldn't do anything, because I'd probably get tired of doing everything I've ever wanted to do. 20 years is a long time. It would just destroy your life, to freak out about it. I told them I'd probably just go to work, maybe throw a few extra parties. I'm a procrastinator anyway--so I'd probably put off the end of the world until the last possible second.

This is what I would watch if the world was going to end. WORD. Sock puppets:

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