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December 19, 2005
In & Out of Reality
Sorry for the seriousness of this, but it's come up several times now and I think it should be addressed. A few friends and me have come up with the way our reality works. It works sort of like this:
If you're going to do something that you know will hurt me, at least have the common decency to not let me ever find out about it. If I do not find out about it, I will not be hurt me it. My reality, my happy reality, stays in tact.
Yes, this brings up a lot of issues about honesty for the sake of honesty, I'm aware. It's a potential snag but one I feel confident I can put right with a little more work into the theory.
My boyfriend informed me about a party he would be attending with his work folk, that is no doubt a holiday party, and did not ask me to go. Why, you ask? I have so many reasons running around my head.
I am torn as to how to feel. Sure, fury, rage and scorn freely dance with my dopamine, but is there a side to this I cannot see? Can anyone figure this puzzle out?
If a person is in a room with 300 people who do not know he has a girlfriend, does he,in fact, even have one? Doesn't the majority perception win as the accepted "reality"? Is thhat what we're taught?
I cease to exists in the minds of others when I have a right to. This, pisses me off.
I hate it when my reality gets fucked with.
Posted by lysa at 12:24 PM | Comments (4)
December 16, 2005
Im's of the... ok, it's been a while.
kiddo: stan is my father?
best boyfriend, ever!: "Booboo's usually right"
Don'tMugADug: "Thanks! I feel blessed already. Shit, do you think this will make up for all the dead bodies? It really feels like it! Thanks! May the gods (except that pig Shaggoth - may he lay forever in his watery grave) shine their glorious grace upon you, too! And say hi to Mickey for me!"
CrocodileHunter: from the shadows, a new terror stalks... silent, grey and hungry, she stalks her prey
the rubber band looks up a second too late as the grey terror descends upon it... her razor sharp claws and destructive teeth make short work of the flimsy band of rubber. she lays down beside the remains of her prey and surveys the land around her. this has been but one victory in a larger war
re: Grad School:
NakedBabyBottom: fucking hard ass shit.
NakedBabyBottom: and the professor sucks my ass.
re: my first boyfriend
MommaIt began in Miss Doris's class when you were 4 years old, continued in kindergarten, and lasted through the first grade, total. 3 years. That's pretty good for two babies!
hijKlmn: years! stinky shit jeans for four years!
trippy: "Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa... Would you like to share a piece of pizza"
1: am i able to have a religion conversation with you or are you too jaded
Posted by lysa at 1:02 PM | Comments (1)
December 8, 2005
Yes, Oats!
For some, starting out their day with oatmeal is a sacrifice. They want the salty goodness of their bacon, egg and cheese (no comma after egg, notice?). For me, after doing 2 weeks of South Beach, I looked at my daily food recommendation and nearly wet myself.
I, after 2 weeks of pretty much obeying that blasted diet, was allowed to have....oats!
Oatmeal never tasted so fucking good.
And the kicker, I can *finally* share the fruit that my wonderful booboo picks up for us every day.
For some, today is good. For others, you have my deepest understanding and sympathies.
Posted by lysa at 11:33 AM | Comments (3)
December 7, 2005
I said Brrrrr
I would like to say "Brrr".
We have finally entered the "holy shit, it's nipply out here" season. K-Mart can start playing *&^$# Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving if it wants to, but it aint winter until we walk out and all our appendages wish they were testicles.
School is going well. So far I am running an A in my classes, and I might actually get my first ever 4.0 GPA.
I was in an education hearing today and I heard how they were considering basing teachers initial salary on their SAT scores. I wouldn't be allowed to go food shopping by myself if our ability is society were based on our SAT scores. What is it with this society and tests? Do teachers need a way of having some empiral data to measure their students success, absolutely, but this notion that a test can provide the end-all-be-all to teacher improvement is nonsense. Do you know that the DOE doesn't even store the statistics collected from these tests? Did you know that the Chair department of Education for the city of New York doesn't provide a breakdown of the answers for these tests? The DOE doesn't provide a strict breakdown of test scores. For example, no one knows if a majority of a class all got one problem wrong. What if they got the same 10 questions wrong, and now these kids are suffering because their teacher stunk and it'll take the school a yearafter those kids graduate to figure it out.
I don't know if I want to be a teacher or someone who manages how this system works. Either way, there are things that have to change, and I think I'm inline to kick some ass.
Posted by lysa at 1:44 PM | Comments (1)