I keep hoping that someone will just pay all of the money that I owe for various bills. It would be nice. And it would be really great if that person would occasionally do my laundry and clean the toilet. That would be a great person. But then I'd get all suspiciuos and think, why is this person doing all these nice things for me? What do they want? What kind of depraved weirdo is this anyway?
Being suspicious and paranoid doesn't mean that there is something wrong with you . It just means that for some people, scrutiny is an important thing.
I recently bought a page out of an old book in the Bazaar. The picture is depicting a hunting scene, but on the back it's talking about infectious diseases. The picture is hand drawn. I'm glad I bought it, despite there being seemingly no connection between STD's and elk. Unless...
I dreamt that I almost killed a student in some strange elevator mishap. It really wasn't my fault but no one believed me. The rest of my students were all sulky and sullen. I promised that I wouldn't try to kill any of them, but my words rang hollow and they refused to believe me. I don't blame them completely, thought, because on occasion I have been known to throw things at them for misplacing their modifiers and dangling their participles.
Today wasn't a particularily good day. My students were confused. I was confused. That was just the sort of day it was. I also felt like people were hiding things from me. It was as though English Time had given all of the teachers some really nice appreciative gift just for being at ET.
I didn't get any gift.
Whatever. It was probably a stupid gift anyway. like a toilet cozy or fuzzy dice.
I might leave Istanbul in August to go to another city like Diyarbakir. It's very small. It won't be as wildly entertaining as Istanbul, but I just bet their English school will give me some fuzzy dice.
The first annual UFO symposium of Istanbul is in a week. What I don't understand is that if it is the first how can they thus conclude that it will be an annual event? What if it blows? Seems kind of premature to me.
UFO's and Turkey - an interesting combination. What a load of tacky, consumer-oriented trivial bullshit. I bet I can find a really cool T-shirt there.
I think I have a minor case of food poisening. I knew I should have questioned the legitimacy of the pork that I was served for dinner tonight. I mean where the hell do you find pork in Muslim country anyway?
I'm lying. I didn't eat pork. I just thought it would be ironic.
I need sleep. And, some would argue, possibly a lobotomy.
I was reading some new-age mysticism type book earlier. I love that shit. The author was told by an adept that prior to this incarnation, she had chosen this particular mission for this life. She wsa to endure ridicule and humiliation whilst trying to enlighten human kind.
Some kind of mission. In another incarnation I know what I was doing. I sat back one day, feet up, and wondered hm, what could I do? I know, let's make my next mission as easy as possible, with as little work as possible, and everything I need right in front of me. In this state of pre-incarnation, I got all busy writing down my ideas in my little pre-incarnation notebook. Then I went and did some really fun stuff that they do over there and someone switched my notebook. Thus I got stuck where I am now and someone else is the beautiful, rich, permanent judge on the panel of the Mr.BestBuns contest that runs weekly in Honolulu.
I guess you have to take the good with the bad. It's like in high school where you had to take so many maths and sciences, and not just all the good stuff like English and history.
