| Out, tonight. |
[Saturday
June 6th, 2009 at 12:28am] |
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RENT - Out, Tonight |
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What's the time? Well it's gotta be close to midnight
My body's talking to me .. it says 'time for danger.'
It says 'I wanna commit a crime, want to be the cause of a fight.
I wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.'
God bless Jonathan Larsen.
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| Oh, let's go back to the start. |
[Thursday
May 21st, 2009 at 8:47pm] |
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Mum and Dad wrote me the other day. Ireland's as fine as always, so they say, but they miss me, and I think if I admit it, I miss them. Patrick's working down at the dock yard, still, though he still finds the time to chase after skirts down at the pub. Niall's working all big and fancy like down in Dublin, standing in the court rooms day in and day out. Apparently, he loves the city still, and though I can understand why, it almost pains me to read that. Shea's the only one of the lot that's been keeping quiet, though that's cause he's away in Italy doing some work for his doctorate. The O'Malley's sheepdog has been streaking around, caked in mud, but mum can't ever seem to find it within her to kick the nasty thing out.
And recounting all of this, sometimes .. I wonder. Have I made the right choice in coming here? Is my missing home a sign that home really is where the heart is? Or am I just being a coward? It's not as if this is my first day here, but I swear, every time I read one of their letters, I get homesick, as though I'm twelve years old and still a little green.
I dunno.
Oh, and Curran, mum says hi to you too.
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| Play that .. funky? Music? |
[Thursday
May 14th, 2009 at 11:49pm] |
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One of my students has gotten me listening to that bloody show on Tuesdays. American Idol. And apparently, one of the top contenders did a song called Play That Funky Music. Maybe I'm just a wee bit off, but I think that's an awful strange name for a song. Course, it's probably better than 'I Like Big Butts.' I really don't get American music sometimes. But this isn't really a diatribe against the American way of life. I only bring it up, because I just listened to the song.
I'm beginning to wonder what the big deal about twenty-six is. I honestly don't feel any different, except maybe a mite stupider for letting my family goad me into karaoke hell a few weeks ago. Course, maybe I should be feeling less stupid now. Out with the old, in with the new.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna go ring in the new year, as it were, aka my birthday, with a pint of my favorite orange sherbert. Cheers.
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| This is real life! There are steps to becoming a Queen! |
[Sunday
April 12th, 2009 at 1:28pm] |
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Vida, I do not think of you as a man, and I do not think of you as a woman. [pause] I think of you as an angel.
I think that's healthy!
- To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar.
Americans are so .. puzzling. I think puzzling is the right word, but the truth is, there isn't really just one word. A part of me doesn't know how Curran and Dane have adapted so well over the years. But they're made differently, I suppose. Something about snails and puppy dog tails? Eh.
Anyway, that was just a random bit of my mind. Don't get me wrong, I love being here. I even love my class, eighty-five percent of the time. The other fifteen percent, they drive me up a bloody wall, but I can't honestly say I don't like them, then. We're still doing Shakespeare, but right now, they're busy composing modern sonnets in the style of the great man. There's a class presentation for every one of them, but in the end, I think they'll write how they feel just fine. They certainly talk about it just fine. So much that I almost wonder if I'm going to have to worry about an 'XXX poetry slam' night. Hopefully they understand what 'school appropriate' means.
I watched To Wong Foo the other night. For the first time in ages. I remember my brother showing me the movie when I was just a kid. He got a laugh of it, seeing as how I didn't understand a word of what was going on at the time.
Interesting movie, though.
And a striking example of something that is not school appropriate.
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