Today I thought I'd go to Ikea and take advantage of the memorial day 'pay no sales tax' deal. But the place was a zoo, I didn't even want to park.

The monorail caught on fire today. It was just coming out of the EMP. Everyone was evacuated safely. Of course, the entire event was perfect for the media; during the Folklife festival, on Memorial Day, across the street from a tv station. Media perfect.

Please let me be the first to scream CONSPIRACY!

Tomorrow I'm going to get my hair cut and do all my grades.

I just saw a commercial from Kraft. They show how you can cut a hot dog a certain way so that when you boil it, it looks like an octopus. Then you put it on your bowl of mac and cheese.

"Explorando" is a word. Are you coming to Seattle?

Had a film festival today with my Juniors, and now they're done. Tomorrow, I've got one little French class to go. They're acting out a story from le petit nicolas.

I can't wait until classes are finished. Paperwork is the worst part of my job.

Mama left today. Boo. Got paid!

I told P that the window washers missed my north windows. She said they claim to have gotten them all. I said no way, they're dirty on the outside! Then I checked closer, and they were dirty on the inside. It was grease from kitchen smoke.

Good evening, kids.

It's a whole new day. Since I last blogged, I went to France, I started a new assignment at work (50% language dept, 50% campus ministry, + music ministry, + senior class moderator). Well, by now, I've lived that assignment for a year, and I like it; mainly because I have one less language class. Next year, they're going to give me three Spanish classes, zero French classes. Piece of cake.

French curricula are way too much work.

Anyway, I've bought a townhouse in the Rainier Valley. Then my parents declared bankruptcy, lost the house, and then retired and moved to Las Vegas. I helped them buy a house there; their money, my name, since their credit is ruined.

Las Vegas is a cultural wasteland.

Once, an auntie down their asked us if we had been convinced yet to move to Las Vegas. My sister and I smiled and said "no" and then I bit my lip, so I wouldn't start yelling. I'd sooner infect myself with testicular parasites.

Anyway, I'm a homeowner now, and I'm in a job that I like, so I guess I'm settling down. I can't break my habit of checking for job openings in the spring, but I haven't found anything. It hurts my coworkers' feelings when I tell them that I've sent out resumes. How can I not? I have to feel like I've explored my options.

This summer I'm taking a little break, but I'm also doing a couple of things for credit so I can get a pay raise. One is going to a Liturgy and Worship Institute for 4 days. Another is going to Guatemala to "work on my Spanish." If anything needs work, it's my French, but I remind myself that it's only for credit, it's only for credit. My alternate plan was to take a 15 credit Mandarin intensive at the UW.

Next year, I'm going either to the Philippines, to France, or taking Mandarin. Either that or work on music.

If I don't send my music for publication by September, please shoot me.

What else?

George Bush's grasp on war and occupation is equivalent to that of a nine year old who just saw the Battle of Midway.

Seattle's anti-monorail people have the emotional intelligence of teenagers who always get their way.

Since last year, I've been on and off Atkins, and I've lost 25 pounds. I'm back on again, and I'm losing. It's tough, though, because there's a lot of free food for teachers at the end of the year.

Big shout out to Princess D, what's up, girl. I wish my blog was as wittily crafted as yours, but I just don't care enough.