orange to blue

deep thoughts whilst laundering

(clothes. not money.)

i.

If I do nothing else in this life -

at least I make really fabulous enchiladas.

(came across another recipe today for super quick and easy enchiladas that turned out delicious.  New favorite comfort food, since I’m abstaining from Kraft mac & cheese for some vaguely health related reason. I’m not sure tortillas and sour cream and enchilada sauce is actually all that much better than the ultra-processed neon cheese, but it’s delicious so whatever. ahhhhh bliss.)

ii.

I’ve become one of THOSE people.  The wired zombies.  I woke up this morning and wondered whether the much anticipated snow had actually arrived to the bay area, so… I used my phone to look up the weather report, instead of standing up and walking four feet to the window.  ehhhh.

(For the record, it didn’t snow.  Everyone was so hyped about it, but really – snow that doesn’t close school doesn’t count.)

iii.

I have a real double standard when it comes to boys.  scrabble flirts with me via text from time to time.  It really bothers me, since one:  it affects me, two:  it’s only when he’s drunk, three:  I know he’s probably texting six other girls at the same time, four:  HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND.  But HELLO:  I’ve been known to do THE EXACT SAME THING, so why is it okay for me but irksome and men-are-pigs when it’s him?

I miss having him around.  Mostly because he was so hot.  nice to look at.  heh.

iv.

I finally got a document camera for my classroom.  (upgraded from an old school overhead projector.)  Wasted half of fourth period messing around with the kids.  I put it on the “negative” setting (so all the colors show up inverted), and then some kid gave me markers to play with, so the rest of the class time was spent in the vein of “ooh, try purple!  now pink!  what does blue look like?  here, put this dollar bill on.  what about Elias’s hair??”  hahaha.

but, the fun moments don’t balance out the reality of the job.  lots of drug busts, fights, a couple of arrests (for violence, drugs, and arson).  These are twelve and thirteen year olds.  Two of my students got into a fight in history class, and when the history teacher tried to break them up, he got hit hard enough to end up at the doctor for the rest of the school day.  It’s getting scary.  I really, really, really need a new job.

v.

first
the fish needs to say
something ain’t right about this
camel ride

and i’m feeling
so damn
thirsty

–hafiz.