Thursday, September 08, 2005

ringing... again... and again... and again.

I'm starting to wonder if my English Lecturer is trying to drive me nuts on purpose. Another gruelling day in English lessons, and she still can't read, pronounce, or spell some words. I feel like wrenching the marker out of her hand and taping her mouth with industrial strength duct tape. And she has the most irritating sense of humour. She laughs at everything as if it were a mini stand up comedian speaking to her in an invisible voice. Maybe she's schizophrenic. I now am ok with Dennis' old corny jokes, cause a lousy sense of humour is better than a made up one that no one understands.

To get my day plummeting down further, another asshole is wearing Billy's CK. I will try to steer clear of anything male from now on to avoid smelling that. Making me miss him and home so much.

Bernice, if you wanna come... please do! And quick. And stay forever. Or at least til I can go home. I now know how Matt used to feel in a foreign land. I regret for saying those things about how he should try to settle down. I'm sure those words smarted in his heart like it smarts in mine now. Crap. Home is still home. No doubt about that. I'm really proud of my dad now. For holding up all these years. All for us.

gwen blogged at 10:55 PM