My life has just changed, and good, because something needed to happen. Do you ever feel like you're not getting any younger, that a new day will be just like the last, and that at 23, your life has reached its pinnical and nobody but you has seen the moment?
The other day I gave into despair. I decided it makes sense. Although I've been holding my views as a universal truth, most people actually don't want to hear it, discarding me as a radical student who's never experienced twat. I feel as though my brain, which was too involved with my surroundings and at the same time bubbling with my own selfish thoughts, has expanded, as though I popped myself into a handstand with a funnell over my head, and drained my thoughts into a tin can. Then I shook the can and dumped the contents into my ear and mouth. So it's mixed you see. More guts.
So I've done two things to change my life: (1) I quit my ESL job. Anyone out there know of a job for a responsible, young, vibrant, energetic teamplayer? Let me know. (2) After making music with Jay for over three years, and with Ryan for over five, we've stopped playing together. I'm fine with it, although sad to see it go. And we've done enough for our endevours to be successful, in my radical art school opinion.
Why did I quit a job where I was appreciated, where the money was good? Because little rich Korean children get on my fucking nerves. Those little buggers wanted to reduce their hours, so I let them, but they wouldn't give anything in return: what I wanted: to not work a one-hour shift. But they wouldn't have it. I've quit, and I don't have to be nice to them, especially that meddling Dong. I wonder if I should tell him what his name means, say that everytime I've said his name, I've pictured a flapping, man-sized penis in his chair, quivering in the cold, even though it's wearing trackpants. Fuck. Who works a one-hour shift? It's stupid. They're stupid. I can't wait to be a bitch. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Today's lesson plan: Grill him on the test. Make him fail. Grill him on his homework, no holding back. Grill him in class: write 50 sentences starting with "the". Now write 50 sentences starting with "a". Hah. Won't that be exciting.