twenty.two.

twenty two is kind of fun to say.

i love my father.
he has this funny road rage issue, as if everyone on the road has some sort of personal vendetta against him. if someone cuts him off it's the greatest insult, and was completely intentional to ruin his entire day.
maybe it's not always funny.
just in retrospect, actually.

if you know beforehand that it's going to be a boring class, it's a good idea to sit next to a doodler. it makes things much more interesting. i sat next to the boy who drew monkeys over and over. monkeys? i draw eyes or bad 5-pointed stars or noses or clouds. i thought monkeys were an interesting choice.

my english teacher is a real hoot. all teachers have funny habits that you can't help but notice or chortle at, and he is no exception. he has this mouth thing... he twitches his lips constantly, and when focusing on something like handing out papers he rolls imaginary food or gum around and around. he also always likes to stick his hand in the projector when pointing something out, so his fingers appear massive on the screen. he does not cut his nails.
i don't think it would be a bad thing if he tried to challenge the students a bit more. it's English 102, everyone can relax because we all [hopefully] know what a thesis statement is, we don't have to go over where to put a comma, it's more literary, reading and analyzing. i want to like it. i want to think about it. he briefly touched on the idea of existentialism in a short story we were reading, and then quickly stepped away from it. but honestly, i think students in the class would much rather discuss larger ideas like that than discuss how obsessed Jimmy was with Martha [very obsessed].
at least i would.

my speech teacher?
please... look up images of wormtail from Harry Potter.
she could be his twin.
i kid you not.

plans for spring are under way.
originally i thought they were already finished, it would be relaxed and laidback with free weekends, but now it looks like plans may change.
they tend to do that, don't they?
it would be a good opportunity...
but i do like free weekends.
especially because i need to attend 8 hours of Deaf Events.
[argh.]
decisions decisions.

sometimes i toy with the idea of a short hair cut.
like right now.
it was awful in the past,
but this time it might be different?

my father asked me this:
"if you knew beforehand that something you created would one day destroy you, would you still create it?"
i had to ponder on this. i've got it now.
what do you think?

i am looking forward to Feb. 29th.

i had a great saturday. i saw C.S. Lewis onstage, this fantastic one man show. it's over now, so if you've missed it, you should be terribly disappointed. i would have loved to sit and chat with that man over some tea. or "tea" for him.
actually both of them. the character and the actor.
at the same time.
the show inspired much thought. i'll have to go and read those books now, definitely.

must go. i'm going to finish east of eden this week, i have a feeling. that would be superb.

-christina