im changing my major to teaching. it is the best idea i have had in a thousand years and it will make my life easier than nadiyas mother. (Ooh, Burn) i will still be majoring in geology, but will graduate with a BA instead of a BS. i will have easier classes, no more physics, no more chemestry, no more chineese math teachers who cant speake engrish very werr. fuck that. i will be done with school sooner as well so i can get back to the civilized world a little bit faster. as an added bonus a teaching degree from missouri comes with life time certification, which New York no longer offers. so no matter where i go i wont need new certification and i will never have to have it renewed. damn, its like a weight has been temporarily lifted from my shoulders. im getting to old for this shit. plus, im sure i can find a school to teach at that will pay for me to go get my masters, which will be in geology, so i can persue other jobs in the future.
so where did this change of course come from? well the other day i realized that im am genuinely unfuckinghappy with just about every aspect of my life. and the solution is, i need money as soon as possible. and while teachers might not be the highest paid people in the world, they do make decent money and most have fairly good benifits. along with phenominal vacation time. being single i have reletively no bills at the moment. i have to pay off my greedy lawyer and some even greedier banks, but thats no big deal. 10,000 mabey total. i want a house, a small one in a city somewhere, mabey rochester. i want a GTO, 2 actually, one new and one old. i want to travel, everywhere. teaching seems like a good starting point for my goals, what do you guys think. if i sound way off base here let me know.
so what else is new. . . last weekend a band of gypsies descended upon my home and well overstayed their welcome. it was chaos and im still trying to recover from the drunken gypsy parties that raged on in the small track of woods behind the house. modern day gypsies are particularly hard to deal with. at a moments notice they can fly in from thousands of miles in every direction. there is little or no warning of their arival. there were 30 people in the small house where i live for five days, and one of the band left a mess of wadded up tissues under my pillow. perhaps they were a gift. gypsies and family are very similar, both are best delt with in small numbers, and short periods of time. thank god they are gone.
there is also a small, round, old, puerto rican woman living in the house where i stay now. she reads her bible for five hours every day and is allergic to milk and catapillers. when i am outside she tells me to come in at 5 oclock because it is getting dark and gets angry when i call her a mexican. she is a nusence and a pest.
this is nothing but rambeling shit. so ill sign off and go do something worth while. i have to build a bridge this week, and dig a ditch. but ditch digging is a mexicans job, so mabey ill pass that one on. anyways, i hope you life is less bizare than mine. take care. Brian.