last freakin day. hell yeah!

"come on get on with it... Just wasting time" it's the song of the week for me. last day for the students to hang around the school. It's the last period of the day. Then let them playout the rest of the day. soft ball, burgers and dogs. and they're forcing the student to stay on campus. why tourture the staff like that. I'm poopt.

hell freezes sometimes

what the hell am I suspose to do in the next couple of hours? and iwhat about the next couple days of work. I don't have a classroom to check out and surely will i have not a student. with out the student I'm just sitting around doing nothing but reading. is that it. do i just read for the next couple days of work. reading...
My productivity has hit an all time low. I want to write but i'm still new at sitting around and writing. i'm usually doing something when I write poems. then again I don't like sitting around writing. my friend, sean, mentioned that it's takes four hours a day of writing and four hours a day of reading to become a full-time writer. He got this info from a Stephen King interview. I guess he knows what his talking about. I can sit and do nothing for four hours. but not write up things. reading can only hold me for acouple hours a day. then i'm toast. I don't make a good conversation after read for that long. let alone think about what i'm going to write. no wonder i like poems. I get reader's fatigue and it lasts for a month. I'm surprised that I'm still keeping up with the book club I joined in the being of the year. even though I'm nearly the only one left of the club. the other have been occupied themselves with other things. Maybe the thrill is gone for them. The last book was crazy and bizare, Water for Elephants. I chose this month's book, playing for pizza. A john grisham novel. I never read any of his book before now. I like it.

the word of the day... nostalgia.

I've been thinking about the past five years of my life and i came up with the wonderful times in my life were back in '04. I finished my general ed. in college and started driving around a rock 'n roll band from place to place; late night drives, noises in the dark, not an ounce of sleep, because I was paranoid that they might have some crazy prank up their sleeves. there was nothing too fun or too crazy that they can think of. but of course most of time I wasn't there when they did pull their shenanigans on their unsuspecting victims. Sleeping was a risk around them when they were awake, so I waited them out.
I starting to feel old as of late. I'm lazier and fatter than I was. This job has worn me down to calm and edgy. not zealful and edgy. but still edgy.
I wonder if could last those nights if put back in those positions? anyway I started writing a poem about those days. well that least some of them. here is some of it:

Out for Blood

I remember playing
Music was the life
Party in the alley
fire lights up the night
the stage blaired out loud
the girls and boys
danced, pushed and shoved
they were out for blood

(those were the days)
guitars cracked, drums smashed,
fingers bled, bass slapt,
the firey crowd roared as flames grew higher
cast down bodies, dance with fire,
fist punching air, push next to you
kick the floor, shove them away
we're Out for blood

those nights ran late,
through out the night,
the smoke in the alley
puffed pass midnight,
walk the street,
pass Allen way,
Elmorro was the spot of the day
where the boys and girls
came to dance, push, and shove
they came out for blood.

I was listenin to too cheesy punk music then this stuff came to mind. the stuff some might call street punk but it don't have gumpion or what it takes to be from the street. I don't like it but it's the way it is writen. it lacks heart... and punch... message...

let it snow/rain... wait a minute.

this wild snow and rain coming out of the sky near the end of may. it is freakin freezing. I finished work for today very early and i don't know what to do my self. I can do some things like buy brakes for my trunk, sally. thats the only thing pressing. and laundry.
wow it's only four days for those hell-spawn-offspring teenage-werewolves slick around for school. then FREEDOM! what shall I do with my first weekend of summer vacation.

trying out thoughts

Let me start off basic greaser movie: guy from the wrong side of the tracks falls for a girl in the rich side of town. Now lets abapt to reservation lands. Every where the wrong side of the tracks. Anybody who's anybody is a bad mofo. So that won't work. There is a culture clash here, the christians, traditionalist and non-traditionalist (the ones who don't care much about perserving the old ways and care less about christain values. Heathens.). That should be about where greasers come in... now I don't want a love story, now that I think of it. I'm sick of them. So what kind of story line... What other stuff... well there's horror movies and thrillers too, I can think of.
course coming of ages stuff...