Cleaning Up The Drafts Pt. 1

Originally written on January 10/09.

I watched Seven Pounds on Thursday.

I thought Seven Pounds referred to the seven people he killed ... and the seven people he helped.

Friend 1 thought Seven Pounds referred to how much his jelly fish weighed. Friend 2 thought Seven Pounds referred to how much weight all of his organs that he donated weighed as a whole.

All good theories (even though mine is the more superior one).

One thing I did realize with this movie: my childhood crush on Will Smith is still in full-effect still. While as a child, I just wanted to hold his hand and maybe have him sing me a song about summertime, as an adult I would definitely have inappropriate encounters with him.

On Thursday I went to my school's feeder high school to learn more about the grade nine program so that I could pretend like I knew what I was talking about if my students have any questions for next year.

When I was leaving, the road was blocked by what seemed like a good 50 school buses. I was not above driving on the sidewalk to get the fuck out of dodge. No living things were harmed in my quest to go home.

I need to teach in high school. And no the cute phys ed./geography teacher had nothing to do with my decision making.

Edit - February 15/09 (7:56pm)

While cute boy teachers would be incentive enough to teach in high school, the main incentive would be to "grow as a person" and "challenge myself" and eventually reach my goal of becoming a guidance counselor. Because it would probably be a bad idea to centre my career path on the hope of getting laid.

So it's time I dusted off the old resume and dolled her up. Also time for me to tweak my qualifications. I've already got an edge as it is, but it can't hurt to bring it up a notch.

A month after having written this, I would still have sex with Will Smith. But after watching The Holiday, I think that I might need to make some room for Jude Law. Despite his douche-baggery behaviour with miss nanny, I would totally have relations with him.

I mean look at him!


Come on. You can't tell me you wouldn't hit that. And don't lie either. Jesus doesn't like liars.