And no, those words do not mean anything.
Just got home from another in a long line of increasingly annoying tutoring sessions. Nothing bad in the sessions in and of themselves, just the long line aspect to them. Argh. If I have to explain how to multiply fractions one more time...
Let's see, looks like there's a crappy half-arsed Lost review in the last post so that means I owe you the account of Thursday and on. Oh, BUT WAIT! I neglected to mention that we watched One Tree Hill as well that sad Wednesday night, and there is a new candidate for "Show that will make you desire to stab yourself through the temple with an ice-pick." I think it was supposed to be some sort of '80s horror-flick homage, but it ended up being poorly acted over-the-top crapasm. SWEET!
So the following day was a long day of class / tutoring, going from about 7:30-9 at night. LUCKILY friends Beck Ben & Ali had gotten the proverbial ice cream bug and were kind enough to buy me a mint oreo flurry. I joined them at their house for some evening chilling - good times per always.
Friday was another nothing (other than some long distance running), though the Beck and I capped it off by going to our dance studio for the Friday Night Fling. Or something. They have a little shindig dealie where you pay $5 (our first was free!) and you get to drink sodas and eat snacks and dance, dance, dance. Kinda like an ice cream social with dancing instead of ice cream. They played a rotating set of waltzes, mambas, cha-chas, tangos, swing music and old standard = fox trots. We could only dance to every 5th or 6th song accordingly. We eventually went into the back room and practiced our fox trot to everything regardless of beat / tempo, which made us extra dorky but was fun.
Saturday... late start to the tutoring game, so I got back around 3:30 in time to catch Wang's bid at a perfect game (spoiled in the 8th) and an exciting derby. Beck Ben Ali Nyet (B-Ban) then headed downtown for ice cream and a Giant Panda Guerrilla Dub Squad show at Harper's Ferry. AWESOME! We met up with Greg and a post-Boards tired Meghan and saw Jamie before the gig for the aforementioned ice cream. The band was fantastic (pictures / video? to be posted later); they've upped their abilities even more than the last time we saw them. Hot hot hot. B & A even enjoyed the show and emphasized that they weren't just saying that because they were obligated to. Aw shucks. Our late night ride home was spent trying to nail the rhythm / meaning of...
Sending a message of love to my people back home that I'm missing you more / Missing you more, missing you more
Onto Sunday Sunday, a day on which I woke up next to a middle-aged lady. Sad. Thirty years ago today Sgt. Pepper taught the Searls to birth the Beck. We started the day with an early brunch (9:30 counts as early in Beckland) with Gringoat and stuffed ourselves silly with extra waffles, whip cream, French Toast, real maple syrup, you name it. Awesome meal at the South St. Diner. The Beck and I came home and Beck promptly passed out on the couch. Awwwwwwww... I went and played a BUDA-licious game of Ultimate that was so dumb it doesn't even warrant mentioning, and rushed home to take Beck out for pre-dinner ice cream and a truckload of Sushi at Bauhinia. We spent the evening reflecting on how awesome beck is; she wished many a person a "happy my birthday." Good times... for the present ledger, I got Beck a wicky underarmor shirt for our coming hiking adventures is Sunny AZ (pronounced "sunny azz") and the new compilation of Get Fuzzy comics, which if you aren't aware is a pantheon comic on the level of Calvin & Hobbes and Far Side.
And then into this week... blah. The Beck has it off, and I have it on, and the urge to teach is dying, dying... dead. On the plus side, everyone is passing the class as of this second, but give it another two and I'm sure that will change. Unsurprisingly the second semester seniors have hit May and have ceased to care - plus Ali can attest to the level of brilliance we are dealing with (see dramatic readings of essays, which aired another episode on the way to downtown Boston this week). So school is pretty much a bust - but ftr, the last three days have included proctoring the French AP exam, getting observed in SASI and having my students be JERKS, watching a documentary on malaria, giving lectures on malaria and sickle cell, and taking Corin's physics class candlepin bowling. Many-a-high-pitched-Korean-shriek did echo throughout the bowling hall.
On the home front I have been causing the Beck all kinds of headaches and trying to generally get my clothes in order. We also managed to go to a full hour dance session last ngiht where we learned some of the finalities of our fox-trotting repertoire and started to learn a bit of sing sing sing (with a swing). I've been trying to eat less / exercise more in an effort to look schwanky in tux for the upcoming EVENT (though I am sure my efforts will be undone by the upcoming bevy of gluttony that will surely accompany beck's graduation extravaganza - oh food, why must you taste so good?). And we caught the ep of Lost last night where Locke decided to enter idiotsville and let himself get shot. Pretty cool ep otherwise, but damn, what's up with the stupidity-when-necessary writing?
Alright, sorry for the diary-style entries of late. I will get back to something exciting in the next post, I (lie) swear.
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