Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Why Stop There?

Rather than post nothing, I think I may just post everything. I don't read much, so I project that others don't want to read much either, and I spare you the length. But that means all posts have to some how make sense in their succinct entirety. I don't want to be succinct, OR make sense. Who's blog is this anyway?! Lots of individuals around me, or in internet proximity, have been sick. People who make up my support system, best friends, neighbors, babies, family dogs. So my turn did come. But it's this really strange sick. Aches over my body with stomach pains. Other symptoms have been short lived but include chills and pain in my eyes, when I move them. Not too much to ask of my eyes, I don't think. You know, that they be able to move and all, without hurting, but tell that to them. Anyway, I know that relatively I am blessed and this is transitory and could be worse and isn't fatal. All of that is really important. Also important to me is getting back to my normally uncomfortable, symptom ridden self. My threshold for physical discomfort isn't far from where I spend each of my days, so essentially I'm not so tolerant of illness if I don't have to be. Headaches are an old friend, I get them everyday. I have since high school. But EYE aches? Farewell eye aches, you can sneak in for a visit but don't think you are making a network with me and my headaches. So anyway, there's some of that. It makes me not really want to function so much. "So much" is something that the Hot Librarian writes. (See my links for THL) The Hot Librarian is mad at me by the way. She doesn't know or care about me, but that doesn't stop me from knowing she resents a comment I made on her blog about people in this culture jumping too quickly into blaming someone accused of a crime. "ACCUSED" DOES NOT MEAN "GUILTY"!! The gut wrenching fact is, that convicted does not even mean guilty. And that is the kind of thing, like cancer, that you don't even really think much about until it happens to you or someone you love. If she wants to hate me it's fine. But as I've said here before, hating me is not only really trendy and trite it is also cliche`. Take for instance my English 1A professor who ABSOLUTELY hates me. That is why he likes to spend his lectures verbally abusing me in front of my classmates and when he grades my papers he writes "strong intro" but then deducts points for the entirely unmarked-up intro. Yeah, definite sign of hatred. Unless he is trying to create some kind of sexual tension and I'm just not catching on. This very English professor so nearly was blogged about when the semester began. I wanted to take college comp. And at my school they offer all these "theme" classes. English with a democracy theme. English with a pop culture theme. I'm not friggin' kidding. But I just wanted plain old English for my plan old general ed requirements. Nothin' fancy or specific as I am non-committal, which we already knew. So we get in to my first English class and learn that not only do EVERY one of our papers have to be written in a persuasive manner (no analysis? No compare and contrast? No creative writing?) but we will be taught this semester by a guy who 1. Says "nK?" at the end of every, oh, 5th statement and 2. Says "might could"!!!!!!! Now I have a really good friend from Georgia who I will get around to posting about eventually, and she is really cute. I remember the first time she said "might could" and I remember also that being my first time ever hearing it. I giggled a little, and a dialogue commenced wherein she said "I'm not even sure that's wrong." And I said "Well, if nothing else it's redundant." This particular friend is also a teacher, but a teacher or 4th graders or so. Not a college English professor. AND she's from Georgia! Georgians can get away with sayin' all sortsa' funny thangs and it don't mean no nothin' no how. Besides she is WAY cuter than him when she says it. So, anyway, I am taking English 1A from a guy who asks "nK?" and I very much want to say "NO! It's NOT nK!! It will never be nK with me that every paper we write has to be persuasive! So stop asking me!" And he says "might could", which my count is up to 3 on that one. And NOW this new, really unsavvy verbal abuse thing has kicked in, and I think it all just ads to my stress levels and depletes what is left of my immune system. So today I went to my 12 step meeting. Yep. We've never discussed that here. I am a cussing maniac who attends support group meetings. Deal with it. In your own way of course. Find your own meeting and talk to them about it. And I also took a shower. And I'm real proud of how well I've handled my day. So bugger off iffin' you feel any other way. I WANT veggie soup from the Co-op, a new season of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and a massage from a wonderful guy who loves me a lot. But I am settling for raspberry hemp granola, watching Anything Else again, and the Tiger Balm I put on this morning. So with out further ado I will take my movie off pause and stop bitching at you now. (Notice there was no highlighted link to "a guy who loves me a lot". Yeah, it's my life and I'm livin' it as best as I can. Thanks.)

5 comments:

Jen said...

Wow, darlin'. Call me! Hope you're feeling better really soon. English teachers can usually write but they can't speak. They either sound like a throw back to Jane Austin or they sound like a beat poet. (Not to knock beat poetry, but it belongs in a coffee house, not a person's conversation.)
Love you. Call me or email me soon.

evercurious said...

What an ass. You don't deserve all that. (Except the bit about a guy that loves you to rub your back.) Sorry I missed that last post. I have the best recipe for banana pudding. I wish I would have known about the craving sooner. I am sooooooooo sorry for talking too much about the Project Runway winner. I feel like such an ass. BTW, If you ever get tired of talking on the phone, tell me. I rarely initiate the hang-up.

Anonymous said...

Eye aches? Not good. Not nkay. I hope you are feeling better too (Hi Jen). Carrie, your English teacher might could date my EMT teacher, if she weren't already married to a prison guard. During class on Saturday, she warned us about our performance on a recent exam, "Some done good, some done bad." True that. Education's da bomb yo! Sorry for more EMT rant. As always, I wish you good health, knowledgeable teachers, a loving guy, back rubs, and only the best banana pudding. Love.

Carrie said...

Incidently, how you done on that exam?

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