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Sunday, 30 October 2005

I have decided to consolidate blogs. I have another xanga that I started for my students at school to read. The silly thing is, the things I put on that one are sometimes the same entries that I put on this one, with a few modifications (like few swearwords). So I have decided that I will stop posting to this one and continuing my other one only.'

Of course, you are all invited to join me at my other xanga. My username is "zombie_food". I will add all of you to my subscriptions, so if I comment on your posts, it will come from there, not from uncertainwonder any longer.

Just so you know.
Today I went to the Oak Park Mall to get some candy for the club meeting on Halloween. And as I was walking through the mall, I saw all the mallworkers and felt sorry for them. I've had several jobs at several malls, and they all sucked major ass. Some of my coworkers were cool, but the jobs themselves sucked. The dim but constant aura of shopping fever, the barely noticed desperation to have more and more shit coursing through the veins of the customers. George Romero hit the nail on the head when he turned them all into zombies in his great film Dawn of the Dead.

But the workers have to work in that shit. Constantly. Day in and day out. They're expected to contribute to the customer's sense of not having enough, of trying to sell extra shit that nobody needs. The fluorescent lights and tasteless mall food slowly kill even the healthiest of workers. Thriving on watered-down soda to make it through your shift, eyes hurting from the glare of harsh lights and harsher sales goals.

I'm so glad I escaped all that. Fuck.

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I went to see Saw II this weekend, which was surprisingly impressive for a horror sequel. It's one of my favorite of the year, I think. And the tagline was correct: there was blood.

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My roommate left with his boyfriend to go to a Halloween party in Topeka. The theme of the party was Rocky Horror; they're going as members of Hogwarts.

They're such geeks.
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A student let me borrow his Cradle of Filth cd for the weekend, which is amazingly good. Not many people would be able to make it through the pounding horror of the music, screaming, and growling, but they tap into something real about the world. They are very talented, and I looked up some of their lyrics online - they're smart and literate, too, even though I really have no idea what they're saying just by hearing the song.

Saturday, 29 October 2005

Today I learned that after you die, and you donate your body to science, some of the things that could happen include:

1. Your corpse could be strapped to a wall and then hit by a car. Or else it could be dropped from on high onto a car's windshield. Car manufacturers do this to help make cars safer.

2. Your corpse could be given to the Body Farm, an FBI place that works on forensics. They will throw your body in the woods under different circumstances and measure how it rots. This is so detectives and medical people can help establish the time of death of real-life dumped bodies.

Also, if you don't want to donate your body to science, you could hire a company to take some of your body, extract the carbon, pressurise it for a few months, and then you'll turn into a diamond.

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Wednesday, 12 October 2005

Yesterday was one of the worst days I've had in a long time. Kids were rude, they didn't pay attention in class, and worst of all, somebody stole my phone from me. My sweet Razr phone. Then, I was so pissed off that I drove too fast on the way home and got pulled over by a cop and got a $75.00 speeding ticket.

While it does really piss me off to have my phone stolen, I'll get over it. Worse things have happened to me. What really hurts, though, is the fact that someone betrayed me like this. I didn't just leave my phone lying around. He went through my bag and took it. I work so hard to be fair and fun and helpful, and someone repays me by invading my belonging and taking something I saved up money for. For the first time I kind of wondered if my friends were right when they say I'm crazy for teaching at Schlagle, and should just go somewhere else and make more money and get treated better by students (but I didn't think of that for long. There's no way I could leave everybody at Schlagle).

One good thing came of it, I found out who my friends are among the students. A lot of them tried to help me track it down, and several gave good info so I think I know who did it. But I can't prove it.

Since my phone was insured, I can file a claim and get it replaced. Here's what my night consisted of when I did that:
1. I called T-Mobile and got my account suspended.
2. I called the insurance company to file my claim. They told me to call the Kansas City Police Dept. and file a police report.
3. I called the police and went through the report process.
4. I called the insurance company back, and they started my claim.
5. Next, I have to make a copy of the barcodes on the box and a copy of my ID and fax it to them.
5. 24 hours later they'll ship me a replacement phone.
6. I have to pay a deductible of about $100.00

What I really want to do is write about 5 lines of swear words right now, but I won't do that.

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- Name: Paul
- Country: United States
- State: Missouri
- Metro: Kansas City
- Birthday: 4/30/1971
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 4/3/2004