Tuesday, March 30, 2004

blog is dead.

Friday, March 26, 2004

Who Do You Want To Be Today
by Oingo Boingo

CHORUS
Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times I can't remember them all
(And I say)

CHORUS

Just like someone on T.V.!

I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion star all dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps I'll cross the other side and walk around in Drag!

CHORUS

Just like somebody on T.V.!

Do you like to be just like a rock in the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer by yourself in a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like Van Gogh like a stranger in a
Strange, strange land

Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me

CHORUS

Just like somebody on T.V.!
Who do you want to be . . . . . .

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"To Thine Own Self Be True..."
Or some junk like that.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Going skiing with 12 fourteen-year-old Japanese kids wasn't the wild experience I had envisioned.

Most of the little guys could ski relatively well. I only had to pick up Sho once or twice when he tumbled on the slopes and after his skis fell off four or five times, he got the hang of putting them back on. Even after saying at lunch that he didn't want to go back out, he ended up skiing until it was time to leave.

I was only slightly worried when I saw, from my vantage point on the chairlift, two of the smaller boys enter the halfpipe. They didn't catch any air or spin any tricks but the went on down without crashing or even screaming. Later, I heard them begging their thirty-year-old teacher to come with them to "the fun place." She turned them down saying it was too scary. I could only chuckle.

So, instead of wowing you, my semi-captive audience, with stories of injuries and drama, I conclude by saying that regular application of sunscreen and language study is the only preventative measure against a poor day on the slopes with 12 kids who really know how to ski.

Sunday, March 07, 2004

Things that happened at church today...

I came to the STARK realization that I am a bonifide "student ward snob."

I learned to be wary of people who claim that they're not up on the pulpit to bear a "storimony," because THEY ARE USUALLY BIG FAT LIARS!

I became so that I started to flinch at people brandishing the word "engagement" like a trophy or a banner. Man, don't they know that they're proving all of the stereotypes so shamelessly portrayed in such schlock as "The Single's Ward" to be true?

I learned that preparing a lesson half-heartedly only gets you a half-hearted response when you teach it. Sigh, I'm the laziest jerk this side of the "Mississip."

I just have to keep telling myself that I have no room to judge while I just sit there on the pew of complacency...