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charloweenJim Morrison makes me laugh. All the profound lyrics, man... it makes so much more sense now, all the colours and the joy and the butterfly, dude. The BUTTERFLY.
Cheesy, but I still listen. I have such weak standards.
I doing laundry. I was listening to Die Ärzte and now I'm listening to the Doors. Last night Reed and I walked around outdoors for almost 2 hours because it was nice. It's great to have such a good friend in my little brother. We talked about high school musicals, madrigals, geese and the origins of moral philosophy. We couldn't figure out if or how reincarnation fits into the Christian view of life and after-life. Does it? Is there one group that has a particularly strong view for/against...? Ich weiß nicht. Christianity is really confusing, and makes even less sense when you've been raised to view it as a collection of irrational ideas that are baseless and frankly quite weird. My parents have issues, methinks.
Random fact:
Today is the feast day/day holy to/party time for the following saints:
St. Margaret Clitherow - March 26
St. Braulio - March 26
St. Castulus - March 26
St. Alfwold - March 26
St. Basil the Younger - March 26
St. Bathus and Companions - March 26
St. Theodore - March 26
St. Garbhan - March 26
St. Ludger - March 26
St. Quadratus - March 26
St. Mochelloc - March 26
St. Montanus & Maxima - March 26
St. Peter - March 26
It's really hard to sit through a class run by an unstable egotistical lunatic. Having called him on so many mistakes (Him:"black is actually white!" Me:"but even the *textbook* says you're wrong" Him:"the textbook is bad and wrong and I'm better" Me:"you're an ass") I really can't be sure what he's teaching is actually correct. Every bloody day there's something. Yesterday Richard asked me a question, and I found supporting evidence in the course materials. Understand that this is a course developed by the Canadian Payroll Association, the national org. governing payroll professionals in Canada. It's like being a CA, but a different area of specialty. These people Know What They're Doing.
Anyway. I found the answer in the book. Later on, Richie asks the teacher about the point and gets the opposite answer. Richard points out that I told him something different, and then indicated the page of the text that the info came from.
Teacher: Well, who are you going to believe? Me or Charlotte?
Richard just looks at him with a WTF? face.
Teacher: Me or Charlotte, who are you going to believe?
This goes on for a bit, Richard trying like hell to figure out what's going on (he just wants to know whether or not to deduct the $15)...
Teacher: well, she's right.
THEATRICS! All the time! Everything with this moron is a bloody show. He's the teacher and yes, we're all focused on him, so WHY THE HELL does he need to act up like a whiny 9 year-old?
If I was paying full tuition for this thing I would be digging my eyes out, poking a certain someone to death with blunt chopsticks and then dropping out and writing a scathing letter to the head of the school. Action! As it is, I really can't complain because of the special arrangement and the reality behind my attendance (free, Mum works there, just filling up time because working part-time would be more brain-numbing than this).
But tonight I will go see Eternal Sunshine... long title.
Huzzah!
Cheesy, but I still listen. I have such weak standards.
I doing laundry. I was listening to Die Ärzte and now I'm listening to the Doors. Last night Reed and I walked around outdoors for almost 2 hours because it was nice. It's great to have such a good friend in my little brother. We talked about high school musicals, madrigals, geese and the origins of moral philosophy. We couldn't figure out if or how reincarnation fits into the Christian view of life and after-life. Does it? Is there one group that has a particularly strong view for/against...? Ich weiß nicht. Christianity is really confusing, and makes even less sense when you've been raised to view it as a collection of irrational ideas that are baseless and frankly quite weird. My parents have issues, methinks.
Random fact:
Today is the feast day/day holy to/party time for the following saints:
St. Margaret Clitherow - March 26
St. Braulio - March 26
St. Castulus - March 26
St. Alfwold - March 26
St. Basil the Younger - March 26
St. Bathus and Companions - March 26
St. Theodore - March 26
St. Garbhan - March 26
St. Ludger - March 26
St. Quadratus - March 26
St. Mochelloc - March 26
St. Montanus & Maxima - March 26
St. Peter - March 26
It's really hard to sit through a class run by an unstable egotistical lunatic. Having called him on so many mistakes (Him:"black is actually white!" Me:"but even the *textbook* says you're wrong" Him:"the textbook is bad and wrong and I'm better" Me:"you're an ass") I really can't be sure what he's teaching is actually correct. Every bloody day there's something. Yesterday Richard asked me a question, and I found supporting evidence in the course materials. Understand that this is a course developed by the Canadian Payroll Association, the national org. governing payroll professionals in Canada. It's like being a CA, but a different area of specialty. These people Know What They're Doing.
Anyway. I found the answer in the book. Later on, Richie asks the teacher about the point and gets the opposite answer. Richard points out that I told him something different, and then indicated the page of the text that the info came from.
Teacher: Well, who are you going to believe? Me or Charlotte?
Richard just looks at him with a WTF? face.
Teacher: Me or Charlotte, who are you going to believe?
This goes on for a bit, Richard trying like hell to figure out what's going on (he just wants to know whether or not to deduct the $15)...
Teacher: well, she's right.
THEATRICS! All the time! Everything with this moron is a bloody show. He's the teacher and yes, we're all focused on him, so WHY THE HELL does he need to act up like a whiny 9 year-old?
If I was paying full tuition for this thing I would be digging my eyes out, poking a certain someone to death with blunt chopsticks and then dropping out and writing a scathing letter to the head of the school. Action! As it is, I really can't complain because of the special arrangement and the reality behind my attendance (free, Mum works there, just filling up time because working part-time would be more brain-numbing than this).
But tonight I will go see Eternal Sunshine... long title.
Huzzah!
