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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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10:33 p.m. - 2003-09-22
Thanks muchly for all the lovely notes! I don’t know why I let those teeny grinks get to me so badly. Eh, some people are afraid of heights, some are claustrophobic, and I am terrified by itsy bitsy boo bitch women. Seriously, I can handle regular bitches. Not a problem. Just about ANY type of jerk is barely a blip on my radar, I flick them and their nastiness away with nary a qualm. But Chihuahuas? Brrrr! They are the arrow in my Achilles heel. There’s just no good way to handle them. If I ignore their cattiness then I’m a schmuck. If I respond, even archly and with dignity, there’s ALWAYS someone around to give me grief for being “mean” to the precious widdle girlie. It’s a total Catch-22. Either I’m a big dope or I’m an evil behemoth, an amok giantess who cannot control her Godzilla instincts. One more thing before I close this topic. I truly appreciate being told I’m fine and such, but remember: Objects on monitor are bigger than they appear. I’m 5’ 11” tall. I wear a size 20-22 and a size 42G bra. I’ve gained 85lbs since my modeling days. I’m rather OVERWHELMING in person. If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a million times, upon meeting someone new I ALWAYS get, “Whoa! You’re a BIG ONE, ain’tcha?” Or some variant thereof and it’s NOT flattering. It’s a bitch of a cross to bear. But I’ll tell you this, my experience has made me quite aware of other people’s crosses. I NEVER assume a Redhead is a spitfire. That someone with buck teeth is stupid. Or that anyone over 6’ 3” tall LOVES basketball. And while extremely wary of the tiny ones, I still go into encounters with them willing to at least give them a chance. Some of the women I love best on this Earth are easily half my size. (Tsuki, you listening, hon?) So, onward and forward. The ever delightful So-Charming and my dear Trinity have started another year of school. Way to go, sweeties! I’d really like to go back to school. I figure there’s a window of opportunity coming up in about 6 years. Alex will be graduated (please, God) and Wolf will still be a goodish number of years away from college AND will be old enough to be a latchkey kid if necessary. Mom’s turn! I have no particular hankering for a specific course of study. It’s just LEARNING which calls to me. I’d probably take a bunch of nearly useless Liberal Arts courses. A lot of history. Comparative Philosophy. World Religions. Stuff that’s about the way people think and what they’ve done with the opportunities they had. More trivia for my ever thirsty vagabond mind. The most local branch of SUNY (as opposed to the one Alex attends up on the Canadian border) is also the “funky” campus. A miniature, not quite as erudite or cool Berkeley. I’d be happy there. I’d just be an old oddball mixing in with the young ones. New Paltz itself is a great town. No strained town-gown relationship. The township is basically just an extension of the campus. This will tell you something about New Paltz, the current mayor is a Green Party guy and he’s all of 26 years old. I know for sure that as a grown-up student that my attitude would be far different from the one I had in high school. These days I WANT to learn, whereas in high school all I wanted was OUT. I was bored to death. And I completely confounded the teachers. A perpetually stoned Honor Roll student? What’s that line from “The Breakfast Club”? ‘You see us as you want to see us, in the most convenient terms and definitions.’ Well, howdy dowdy, the teachers couldn’t take my brand of weirdness at all. I’d strike a deal, they didn’t make me attend class and I never let my average drop below a 95. I’d mosey in a couple times a month, take an exam or drop off a project, they’d shove the reading and assignment list at me and bid me to get gone. It worked. Of course there were some foolish teachers who’d insist that I attend class, but I’d make their lives such a misery that eventually they’d cave. How many times can a person who’d studied in their chosen field for 6 or 7 years stand to be corrected by some ganja reeking, red eyed 15 year old smart ass? I made it so repellently clear that what they had to offer was old hat, BORING old hat, that they’d finally give up and let me wander back down to the cafeteria to play cards. I wasn’t quite enough of a rebel to take the route some of my friends did and completely abandon school in favor of alternative education. For instance my friend Jones just skipped high school altogether and started university at 14. Nor was I passive enough to allow myself to be locked in a classroom where nothing new ever came my way. I’m not bragging here, it’s just that I spent a lot of my off time reading and asking questions. It was the whole “Been there, done that” thing. And the pace of the average classroom discussion was maddening. Does anyone really need to spend 3 WEEKS dissecting “Flowers for Algernon”? Uh huh. Call me if you EVER get to the next book on the list. Not a slam against teachers, mind you. I truly respect teachers. It was SCHOOL I loathed. Or at least the way school was geared toward the lowest common denominator, even in the accelerated classes. And frankly, I had nothing in common with the other smart kids. I didn’t break into hives if I got the bonus question wrong. I didn’t get into verbal bitch slapping contests over minutia. I had shit to do. I worked, partied (oh the horror!), I had friends outside the lofty brainiac elite, and biggest sin of all…I had a sex life. That alone put me beyond the Pale. Geeks are forbidden to use their genitalia for something other than excretion. Geeks are supposed to be “above” human desire. Sex and partying and fun were for the mental midgets. Yeah right. They were just dead jealous is all. As usual I’ve wandered away from my topic. Guess I’ll close and see what kind of mischief I can get into. Good night, ~LA
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