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An Enigmatic Post to Display My Feelings to An Enigmatic Problem

At times, you realize that certain things need to be done. But when those certain things are things that deal with you, and you have been living perfectly fine without that thing having been done, why fix what isn’t bothering you? But, like everyone does, you think about the future. When, how, where? But the future sort of requires that these things need to be done. Where will you be if you don’t? Certainly things won’t be good if you don’t. Happiness requires certain things, and those certain things require the other certain things. You don’t know if you could go through with the latter. It’s frightening. But thinking about it, you have to realize, it’s necessary. You want to be happy, so you have to have this done.

I really wish my mom was here. Yes Mom, I know I need it. But dammit… I’m so scared.

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Pictures at Eight

Crazy Miranda
lives on propaganda she believes anything she reads

Irrelevant quote, but I’m listening to my new Jefferson Airplane record (Bark – kudos for spotting it Jordan!). But, after a summer of being incredibly lazy, I am starting another semester of school tomorrow. And, it’s going to be a fun nineteen credit hours. I feel like I’m insane – especially considering how badly I did my first year.

You’re only as pretty as you feel.

Calming nerves with the psychedealic weirdness of Jefferson Airplane. It works. But I spent my day making everything organized and such. Lunches, books, even my desk (for once). But, the feeling of dread of the upcoming semester does not seem to subside. It’s here! How the hell did Edwin do twenty-three hours!?

Oh well. I have something to do with my time again. Fun stuff.

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Now I know

A lot of people go into college aspiring to be public school teachers. Ranging from the touchy, feely kindergarten teachers to the “wanting to make a difference” young high school teachers. The thing is about the job though, you have to like kids. You can’t make them feel uncomfortable in any way. However, everyone has a breaking point. Who doesn’t remember that one teacher that just sent an annoying or troublesome kid out of class as the drop of a pin; who always had what seemed to be an outside voice designed to incite fear into the students. I had a number of those. They commanded respect, that’s for sure; but they weren’t the fun classes to go to.

Why talk about this? Well, these people wake up every day, especially those brave enough to take on teaching in elementary schools, and take care of kids that are not their own. I am starting to feel like that in my own house. My mother took in some friends of hers, for an amazing deal, and they have three kids. One of which is a girl, so I won’t blame her for much of this. However, there comes a time in every man’s life when he must learn to direct his urine into a toilet. Usually, this is when you’re potty trained, and the boy’s father teaches the son to pee standing.

Right. So, my father and I just finished completing a new bathroom in the house for these people. And, because of this, we’re also going to be tearing apart the previous bathroom. I just closed it for the fifteenth time today. Not sure WHY it’s so hard to notice that a sink is torn out, which usually means the bathroom is out of use. But whatever. This old one was gross. Why? Because their five year old son doesn’t seem to know how to use a toilet. I mean, pee everywhere. I could probably understand a little bit of the mess with his height if the kid wasn’t circumcised (more skin means more drag in the flow… don’t ask), but I am fairly sure the entire family is, as it’s free in Utah hospitals, and is a relatively common practice in the US anyways.

But, if it wasn’t bad enough that he makes a mess, he usually doesn’t bother to lift the seat, or in some cases, hit the toilet at all. I just sopped up a rather large mess from this new bathroom, new bathroom, of urine all over the floor. And it wasn’t an accident. This was strategically located around the toilet! So, this five year old must have toilet trained himself or something. It’s not nice. I am trying my best to make this bathroom stay nice too. It’s difficult, even after two days.

And don’t get me started on the second one. I think this other kid is like twelve or something. Now I know the five year old cannot get the bottom of the underside of the seat caked with urine, as he is too short. So, this kid must just not be even trying or something. Sure, peeing standing up will cause some splashing, but not to the point where there is yellow already caked on a two day-old toilet! You aim for the water! Not the bottom of the lid. It’s not a bulls-eye for Christ’s sake! You aim for the water! The water! Must be a hard concept to grasp, but man, does it save a lot of clean up.

Of course, these children have no chores, as these people are only paying $400 a month for two bedrooms, all utilities, and whatever they choose from the pantry, but it should not be my responsibility to mop up a five year old’s urine when he can’t hit the water in the middle of the toilet. It should also not be my responsibility to have “boy talk” with a couple of kids who I probably don’t have a common ancestor with beyond the days of Genghis Khan.

Seriously, this crap is beginning to piss me off.

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Oh Feist…

This is my favorite version of this song. Sesame Street is so amusing at times.

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