Some good and some bad
The Good:
I get into work the other day and someone says 'Donny theres a letter for you from ECCO'. So i open it and it says 'Congradulations Don you have won the grand prize in our Sales Contest. You have won an HP buisness laptop'. So im pumped about that
The Bad:
Do you ever feel like your watching your friends self-destruct. I have some friends that i've grown up with that are just messing up their lives, and im helpless to do anything about it
The Other Stuff:
I find it redundant to signal my left hand turn in left hand turn only lane. If im there, im turning, why should i have to signal when everyone already knows that im turning?
um...could have chosen better words
so at the grad that i went to, one of the parents did a toast to the students, i think it was the students anyway.
'Some of you have very bright futures, others dim...'
'Those of you that have dreams, have dreams, those of you that do not, should'
Those are direct quotes that i actually laughed out loud at. In hindsight maybe he wasn't the best guy to do a toast
Oh, and the woman that did the toast to the parents (just happened to be the guys wife) said
'Teachers; WE SALUTE YOU'
Seriously people, c'mon!
whoa what a night
I will start with the moral of the story, then 'Tarantino' it and go back to the beginning.
"Bouncers at Quincy's are angry people who yell at little girls"
So i went to a friends highschool grad last night. It was fun, when it wasn't boring, but grads have a tendancy to do that. For supper we had chicken and other green things with fancy names. By the way, if you are ever in the grocery store and see arugula and think about buying it, punch yourself in the face, its gross, very very bitter. Yuck! So anyway, after dinner there was a little bit of a dance, which was really akward because first of all im dancing with grads at a school i didn't ever go to, and second all the parents are there watching. Weird people were walking around with video cameras taping the dancing....creepy...i didn't sign any FOIP form that said you could tape me dancing with this girl. So after the dance it was the after grad. I said that i didn't want to go. See its the principle. I am not a grad. So therefore i should not go to the after-graduation ceremonies. (when i just typed that i hit the period button harder like i was making a point but then i realized that no one reading this would get my point) The after-grad was held at a, what i thought was, resturant called Quincy's. Apparently it is also a club...? Anyway why would you have your after-grad at a place that closed at like 2 in the morning? I got roped into driving 4 girls there, and hey im not going to complain about that, so let me reword my previous statement. I was given the privellage of escorting 4 beautiful girl to the after-grad location. Now here is something that i DO have a problem with. WHO DESGINED THE STREET LAYOUT OF DOWNTOWN CALGARY? worst layout ever. (again i hit the period button with emphasis) One way streets are dumb, you start thinking to yourself, 'oh i just take a left here and a right here' but wait you can only turn right at the needed left turn! BAH!
So we finally find a place to park, which is a long story in and of itself, and we need to walk about 2 blocks to Quincy's, so because we were having such fantastic luck in our driving escapade, it started to pour rain. We arrived at Quincy's and the girls that already had tickets and went inside. But Anshu and I didn't have tickets, see tickets at the door cost 30.00, but i wanted to leave downtown calgary at just after midnight because i was supposed to be driving the girls home (did ya catch the foreshadow?) but it was already just after 11, and i was not about to pay 30 bucks for an hour of watching drunk highschool kids. Anshu agreed with me so we walked in the pouring rain until we heard heavy rock music. We found this cool little bar called Verns, its on 8th ave, and the music was all live and so loud my ears were ringing after we left. So we told the girl that we would pick them up at 12. We got there at 12:10, they were not there. They would not anwser their phones. So i remember going into the entrance and hearing the hostess ask a girl to stand somewhere else, and she didn't so the bouncer screamed 'YOU! outside, NOW!' i left for the door as well, i didn't want to find out what he would do to me if he would snap on a girl. So the other girls came out later and told us that they were actually going to stay. So Anshu and i walked back, through the pouring rain, to the Jeep, and i drove her home, then drove another hour back to my house. What a night
lots o stuff
Okay, so my internet is really messed up right now, and for some reason it will not connect at anything higher than 36.4 kbps. All of you will cable may start laughing, I know its pathetic, what more pathetic is that it seems blazing fast now when it does connect to 49.2 kbps.
So I was thinking today, and something struck me as funny. I was talking to my student about the recital and that she shouldn’t read the title of her piece to the audience, she should just know it. She looked at me like I was nuts, like ‘duh, how could I forget the name of the song I’m playing?’. I said, let me demonstrate, so I took the music and said hello my name is don, and uh, im going to play (slight glance down) ‘Mission Impossible”. She laughed and said “oh I see what you mean”.
This made me think though, its kind of like when your at a restaurant and you spend like 30 minutes scouring the menu finding the stuff that you want and don’t want, your thinking to yourself ‘chicken and fries? Screw chicken and fries, im at a restaurant, I want like nice pasta stuff’ So you find what you want, you memorize the title, and all the little options that come with it. You think to yourself ‘Parmesan alfreado linguini, with a side of garden salad, hold the extra dressing….. Then you proudly announce the order to your friends, so that they can marvel at you amazing Italian skills. So you begin a conversation with your friends, all the while repeating the order back to yourself in your mind so that when the waiter or waitress comes around you don’t seem like a complete idiot, like you know what you want and you know how to order food. So the waiter/waitress gets there and they start taking orders. That’s when the pressure starts to build, you start getting like this little panic attack inside, like you have to speak in front of an audience, and when the order gets round to you, after all of you practice and memorization, you flip open the menu and read the order out nice and slowly to the waiter. Furthermore, you point to what your ordering, like he’s a complete idiot and cant read, and you always pretend like you making up your mind on the spot when he/she reads off the options for the side ‘lets see baked potato or salad, that’s an interesting choice…’
Here’s the other thing that I though was funny. You might be having the most intense conversation of your life, or just a really fun time…. Someone could even be in the middle of a joke, but when the waiter walks up to your table, silence. Silence from everyone, and everyone turn to look at him like he’s now the most important person ever, which is funny cus you know all their going to ask is “How’s everything tasting tonight?” or some possible variant of that.
Oh and the Calgary Jazz festival is coming up, and im super pumped, 23rd and 24th are when im planning on going, I really want to see The Bad Plus. A fellow teacher also suggest I check out The October Trio, so I guess I will as well.
oops,
This is pretty much the story of my life recently, as told by Damien Rice...in two parts. The first is called 'The Blowers Daughter', the second 'Elephant'. It took quite a while for me to decrypt these songs, see if you can do the same...there i have issued a challenge:
Blowers Daughter (Pt.1)And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes...
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes...
Eyes...
Oh, did I say
That I loathe you?
Did I say
That I want to leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind...My mind
My mind...
Till I find somebody new
Elephantthis has got to die
i said this has got to stop
this has got to lie down
with someone else on top
you can keep me pinned'cause it's easier to tease
but you can't paint an elephant
quite as good as she
and she may cry like a baby
and she may drive me crazy'cause i am lately lonely
so why did ya have to lie
i take it i'm your crutch
the pillow in your pillowcase
is easier to touch
and when you think you've sinned
do you fall upon your knees?
or do you sit within your picture?
do you still forget the breeze?
and she may rise if i sing you down
and she may wisely cling to the ground'cause i'm lately horny
so why would she take me thorny?
what's the point of this song or even singing?
if you've already gone, why am i clinging?
well i could throw her out
and i could live without
and i could do it all for you
i could be true
tell me if you want me to lie'cause this has got to die
i said this has to stop
this has got to lie down, down
with someone else on top
you can both keep me pinned'cause it's easier to tease
but ye can't make me happy
quite as good as me..well,you know that's a lie
There figure that out!
story of my life, as told by damien rice...in two songs
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