the old math teacher that could

I was sitting down at my normal wait for Katie spot in the student union today and I was just shooting the crap with Kurtis. I guess he had just been to New Oreland’s for an Ag related conference. It was kind of crazy to think of Mr. Tobald in the city that never says NO.

(On a side note I am not sure that New Oreland’s really never says no.)

There were a bunch of kids (when I use the term kids here I mean high school kids) at the college for some Mathletics event.

(Off topic again when did athletics start getting used for scholastic and role playing endeavors? It hits me that perhaps they wanted to be considered a little cooler so they added that term to their names of whatever the event.)

Any way I saw the instructor show up and it was none other than my high school geometry teacher who left after one year. I know he had a horrible time teaching students at Smoky Valley because I know our class broke him. That was the class where Nate Sirocoff flicked a booger over a student and onto Cheryl Potwin’s (now Stoner…I can not make that shit up that is her new family name) math book. At the time she was dating Tate Snethe and she went and got him and he pushed Nate against the wall and told him he was going to get an ass beating for a booger. Surprisingly I have to say that Tate is still (from last I heard) willing to beat people up over boogers and Nate is still a little peeve throwing boogers at a grocery where he works. I don’t know it was interesting to talk to him but I don’t think I really got anything more out of the situation than that. Seeing someone from the past. Well class is calling and I need a nap.

beauty and the drunk

last night was really fun and funny. so i went over to lady friends place and got to see the place where she dwells. i can totally tell her organizational style originated with being busy and assuming piles would be taken care of by Gnomes. i understand this style because i use it my self, the major difference is mine is a Tomte. (Swedish Gnomes*SEE LINK AT BOTTOM) We had a really good time listening to music from our teenage angst stage. (Cat Power and Perl jam respectively) after asking me how much i listened to Vitalogy and i think i have to say when i was 16-17 it was on the order of 68-70 times a day. i got re acquainted with cat power and just had a good time talking about art and all the crazy topics that might come up when talking about teen years.

during my trek back to my abode i heard a guy i thought was doing the impression of the cellular phone commercial. "HEllo HeloOw." i started doing the walk on and ignore him but his intoxicated state did not allow me to do my normal ignore routine i do with drunks. Don't get me wrong i do not mind being helpful to a drunk, i just don't like the 3 quotes that come out of their mouth.

1. "hey man...dont hate me man...i love you man..." that is annoying as hell and i think i might be that kind of drunk
2. "so i need some more beer and where is the party. you think i can get more beer"
   
3. "comme here you F*#Kin..." and promptly want to fight.
   

this guy did the one "where the heck am i and i drank (insert amount of booze, pills, smoke, push ups i really don't care.) and i could tell there was no way he knew where he was going. he told me where he lived and i walked him to his house while he told me all about how many gallons and pills he had consumed. all in all it was a really fun night it gave me a lot to think about and a lot to ponder.



*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomte