Last night I left the house unenthused to do much of anything. Kara was fast asleep in her room with the light on. (the way she sleeps a lot, which is totally weird to me but whatever, haha.) I kinda wanted to stay at home and listen to records I haven't heard in forever. I like to pretend they are new, since I can't afford new ones, sometimes listening to old ones gives one the illusion of freshly bought records. But I had already made some friends late for their skating session so I figured I better show up or they'd be real pissed. We all met up and drove for what seemed like forever to Frederick, listening to Tim's fake Ipod on random. Even though it was on random and he has over a thousand songs in it, it kept playing Turbonegro and The Smiths back to back over and over and over. Technology is gay.

We got to this new skate park that was just opened and it was amazing. I swear you could smell the fresh concrete, as if it was still drying. Somehow I made it over the 13 ft. fence without a scratch and dropped into the bowl like I'd been doing it for years, even though I just started skating again for real. The transitions were so freshly made that they were slick and fast and I was having a ball cruising around with my amazingly super soft and quiet wheels, until I heard "COPS!". I felt like I was in middle school sneaking around the playground at night. We layed down in the deep bowl and tried to hide but 2 cop cars were circling shining lights in and around the park. DAMMIT! I felt retarded. What would we say to the cop when he realized that we're all aged 22-30 and still sneaking around skating? We thought we could just hide and they'd go away but it was apparent that they were staying, so someone yelled "BAIL" and all the guys jumped the fence like it was THREE, not THIRTEEN feet. I was the only girl and that sucked because I knew I was slower and if I got us caught they'd blame me, because lets face it, girls can't do much better than guys. (har har joke!) I jumped onto the fence so fast, leaping to it like I was supernatural and was down in no time. I felt like Spiderman scaling that thing, and while doing it I didn't feel like I even got a scratch. Then we ran full speed through the field still filled with bulldozers that had been digging around the development where the park was. Halfway through the field I honestly felt like I was going to have an athsma attack. We reached the car and threw our boards in the trunk and busted ass out of the townhouse development before all the doors of the car were even shut. Then I looked down at my hands. Woah. I looked like Christ after the crucifixion. Both of my palms had holes in the center of them and each wrist was sliced and scratched. There was blood pouring over each palm sliding down my arms and it looked bad ass but hurt pretty fierce. We all calmed down and as sweat still dripped from our brows we decided the night wasn't over yet and trucked to Westminster to some ramp park by my parent's house. The gate was open and we dicked around there for over 40 minutes when a PARK RANGER. Not even a cop, but a PARK RANGER came up to us with a huge flashlight saying there's a reason why there aren't lights on the park at night. Then he made each of us show him our tattoos in detail saying, "Yeah man I just got one the other day man its sick dudes". He told us the police station isn't even 2 blocks away...how could we be that stupid and skate there at night...and I replied, "Wow. Only two blocks? It took you a while..."


Then before he gave us our IDs back he MADE US each prove we could skate the
ramps and then said "come back during the day man, I'm off in a half hour and I need to get some beer". It was really weird. He was fat and looked like a serious child molester. When I showed him the tattoos on my arm (because he FORCED ME!!!!) he kept saying "turn around, keep goin' turn around girl".....when it's apparent I don't have tattoos on the back of my shirt or my ass...perv.


Then we broke into some pool but it was a bit too cold to swim so we went home.

On the drive home I wondered why I waste so much time and money getting drunk so I can act stupid and immature when I can do it on my own for free. I'd chose being in middle school and acting like I'm twelve being chased by the cops any day over some hip bar.

At least for now.

Help needed now.

I am so overwhelmed. Not like I'm gonna bury myself and can't get out but to the please beg friends for help stage. Anyway.

Question one: My colleague Mark wants coming-of-age stories from around the world. Preferably short stories and he really needs a female author or main character. This one is easy.

Question two: I am developing an independent project for one of my seniors who is fascinated with the Czech Republic because his family ancestry is from there. The class is economics/government. I was going to get him to do research on Prague Spring, the Velvet Revolution, and the Czech intelligentsia class who basically rebuilt the Czech govt after the Russians left. This would include Vaclav Havel, the new constitution, and the novels of Milan Kundera. Any ideas on structure, format, approach, more insights on the history/ties to US govt economics/govt in general????

Question three: The other senior in econ/govt is much harder to please. Of course they all claim to be anarchists so I am trying to shape the whole class in the form of the question "Why is govt good? Do we really need govt? What is bad about govt in general that we would loike to see changed? I know you guys have opinions on this! For him I was gonna let him to an independent project on separatist groups and/or groups of people that exist within the US but do not have to abide by our laws, like reservations and embassies, etc. What do you guys think? Any other ideas? I can basically teach whatever I want but I have to come up with a way for them to research these topics. We have no library of our own. I can take them to the public one and they have internet access for research. I will rpobably provide alot of the research materials myself or at least tell them which books to check out.

Love,
Amy

Oh, yeah. Everybody else is doing fine. I'll send pictures of my classroom soon. I love the kids. Even the ones straight from juvie.

ok, so zack's post inspired me to be mean. i haven't been mean to anyone on the internet in like a week...

i've had this guy on my desktop for a few days now, and just looking at him freaks me out. I dare you to sit an inch away from your monitor and look this guy in the face for more than a minute. HE WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL! Anyway, I'm a dick for posting this, cos this guy came from here, but wowee, what a freak...

photoshop away...





feel free to use any of his photos. there are 4 of them.

p.s. this girl is also a personal fave. check out her 4 pictures. whoa! where'd that come from?

Holy rancid condiments!
I just opened my fridge (which has been functioning as a pantry), to see if I had some kind of food that I'd forgotten.
I picked up a bag of mushy rotten carrots, and suddenly I realized that the rotten much in my hand was cold!
Rejoice!
What's more, I opened a Yuengling I had left in there... and it still tastes good!

If I could drive right now, I'd go to Safeway and stock up on food, glorious frozen food, and ice cold beverages.

Nothing doing for a snack right now, but this beer will do just fine.