holy poop.  for no reason at all i'm posting.  i really have no reason to resume blogging. but i am anyway.  however, to show my readers just how much i do NOT care about this blog, and how seriously i am not going to take it, and how little of anything i'm investing in it, i will go ahead and not tell a soul that i'm writing it again.  of course, if you subscribed to it long long ago, you may still get an email saying that i've updated it.  well, i guess i can't stop you from reading this.  but there you go: take it or leave it, i'm not asking you to read this.

this is not written for anyone in particular.  it is pretty much written just for me, but i imagine that the writings are appropriate for the rest of the world to read. interesante. 

my little brother broke his toe, had pins placed in it, and is hobbling across the kitchen floor complaining about how we are out of milk.  yeah, i know.  for the past week i've been babysitting two little kids that live next door to me.  their parents went to italy for two weeks and my sister and i have assumed control.  it sucks.  i now hate kids.  i'm thinking that i'll pretty much never have any of my own.  they take over your life.  i have no free time, all of my time goes into worrying about what the hell they are doing: are they trying to drown themselves in the pool?  because i wouldn't put it past them.  little shits.  seriously. 

one of the little bastards now refuses to eat anything but mcdonald's fries.  i dont really know what to do about that.  but the thing is, i'm basically going to give in as long as it makes my life easier.  i am not concerned with keeping them healthy.  the rents gave me 150 bucks for general expenses, and i'm goign to use it all.  so i mean, i'll spend $$ on fries every night if it means that i dont have to hear the little poop whine and be a big grump.  after two weeks of eating pure grease and salt, he'll either be huge and fat or skinny and malnourished. however, it is not my responsibility to make sure he eats every bit of the food triangle.  alls i have to do is make sure he eats something (breakfast 3 times a day?  go for it!  be a dumbass.) and is in bed by 830.  that one, the picky eater, is 7.  the other one is 3.  he watches tv all day.  i love the tv because it sucks the children in.  they are so addicted that i can leave the room and not worry that they've scaled the wall in the back yard, or are playing hide and seek in the oven or whatever.  TV keeps them safe. 

so i'm just waiting for these next 10 days to roll by after which i'll never waste my time babysitting a child ever again. unless there's a good reason, like lots and lots and LOTS of pesos.  or euros.  or food stamps.  in this case, there are very few greenbacks involved. 

i started watching season one of 24.  and it's good.  i'm pretty much addicted and i've only seen the first two episodes.  the annoying thing is that it's in real time, so one hour of 24 covers one hour of shit in the show.  so one season covers a 24 hour period.  nice idea, but the thing is, not a whole lot of problems in life are solved in a 1 hour period, so most plot lines are to be continued.  lots and lots of cliffhangers.  which is why its addicting, but it's also sneaky and slightly annoying.

oh yes.  and notice the date.  almost one year since my last post.  this is an awesome blog.  but i don't really care about updating it.  nice.  so feel happy that you've read some new shit here.  doesn't happen often, not likely to happen again soon.

yes, i'm readin a prayer for owen meany, and it's getting interesting.  in other news, i've had two days of work and i work again tonight at 4.  work is swell, tips seem to be *slightly* higher than those at Little Caesars, which is nice.  however, a downside to my job is that it appears i wont get as many hours as LC.  i'm anticipating about 15 hours a week.  that's weak.  but whatev.  i'm meeting some new people, and that's working out nicely.  the pizzas here are zillions of times better than LC, but they aren't as free.  i'm only scheduled to work 2 nights this week.  that's Crappy.  however, it is likely i'll get called in at least once to sub in for someone, so that's more hours for me. 

ah, and i delivered to Oxford Drive   yay.

dang it's hot today... 100 degrees.  gee williker.  I've purchased my ticket to oxford.  yayfor that.  i got an email from baba today, and it's funny.  i'll violate his privacy and post it here.  oh, and baba is a japanese student i met this semester.

Hi ! Micah. How are you? I am good! I take summer class right now.
Everyday is busy but interesting. I think you enjoy delivering pizzas. Is this
right? anyway I will stay here in summer time. Itoku has good life
everyday. He go to University everday by subway, so he said " I want to
drive my car. I miss California life." He had his ca. but in Australia
have good public trafiic like subway, bus and train. so He does not have to
have a car. When I talk with Itoku, He always tell me to Azusa' life. I
always laugh.  anyway, If you have free time, tell me your life in summer.
Have nice day !!!
By BABA

that kid's a comedian.  happy memorial day weekend. 

Currently Reading A Prayer for Owen Meany By John Irving see related

tonight was the last memorial service for kristina.... it was strange to see all these friends without her.  But it was good to talk about her and tell stories and stuff. 

tomorrow is my first day of work at the pizza factory, and i expect that i'll be supremely nervous in the hours leading up to 530.  and i'll have to stay there till closing, which will feel like forever since it's my first day anyway, a big day in itself. on the other hand, it's not like it's an 8 hour shift.  more like 5 or 6.  not bad.  the tips are anybody's guess at this point.  all i know is I'D tip me if i ordered pizza from myself. i have been wandering around the past 2 weeks with NO MONEY in my wallet.  this should come as a shock to most of you, since you might remember that i'm almost never caught without cash.  i prefer to deal in cash for all my purchases, as it is more convenient and reliable than a card.  so my wait should be over, tomorrow night i'll get tips and they'll live in my wallet.  :0) 

i'm still trying to decide exactly what day i'm returning from oxford.  i sho don't know.  but i talked to a few of my friends who've been and theyve giving me their inputs on how long to stay, where to go, etc. 

i read don delillo's White Noise this week, which interestingly deals with death a lot, in a humorous way.  perhaps it was good?  i dont know.  but the book itself was enjoyable to read... distinct, humorous writing.  i'd like to write like him. 

i also finished palahniuk's Diary this week.  pretty fun read.... more and more his books have been moving away from the fight club/choke style, the trend lying in lullaby and diary.  i saw lullaby for 1/2 off in barnes and noble and i wanted to scoop up the copies and put them back on the regular priced shevles.  dagnabit, pay full price, it's not clearance material. 

movies i've seen this week:  i watched Network last night, and i DUG it.  mm... very very satisfying film.  i saw Orson Wells's A Touch Of Evil a few nights ago.  interesting, though  i dont feel like watching it again anytime soon.  but the opening shot is 3 and a half minutes, it's fun   hm... i saw Hoop Dreams.  Great movie.  it's three hours long, but it's sooo good.  documentary.  man.  highly recommended for anyone who might appreciate anything sports related, even if they are just superbowl/nba finals/world series watchers.  a few weeks ago i saw Spellbound.  funny.  a documentary about kids who compete in the national spelling bee...nerds, and oh-so-funny.

i've also been watching the colonial house series, brand spankin new.   it's decent, but pioneer house was better.  in my spare moments over the next few days i'll watch Sunset Boulevard, The Searchers, and Bonnie and Clyde.  as you probably have guessed, i've been cleaning out the library.  they know me pretty well in there, enough to try and hide when i walk through the door. 

i'm going to stay within the books i already own for a while.  Coming up next on my reading list are: delillo's Body Artist, john irving's a Prayer for Owen Meanie, and i dont have anything else specifically chosen yet.   possibly something by chinua achebe, or i might try and finish american psycho, which i nabbed at the used bookstore for 50 cents.  but i already own more books that i intend to read than i can read in a summer.  i estimate that at 40 pages a day i can read about 4000 pages.  i must use them wisely.

i'm thinking about taking biology at a community college 45 minutes away, not because i want to, but because it's only mondays and wednesdays, 8 to 2.  that leaves my evenings free to work. so i'm considering it.

Currently Reading White Noise (Contemporary American Fiction) By Don DeLillo see related

in the two weeks since i last posted, i left school and sat around at my house and tried to line up a job.  i do have a job now, i just prolly wont get to work till next week or so.  so that's good to finally get my official summer schedule underway.  to keep busy i've read and tried to write.  i've done a little bit of rewriting, but i haven't written anything new, which stinks.  not that i haven't tried, it's just that i'm so out of the habit that it's going to take a lot of work to get back into it.  but i'd better get started soon, as im taking another creative writing class in oxford, so i want to be in tip top shape when i get there, so as not to produce any literary poo in such an un-pooish place. 

so a few days ago one of my friends from school died from meningitis   it was a complete shock to her and everyone else, because she went into the hospital and they told her she only had 24 hours to live, and she died just a few hours later.  not much warning.  so that's really weird for me to absorb, since i've never had any friends my age die.  a very sad situation.  the funeral is on tuesday i believe, so that will be a really really crazy experience for me, to see a bunch of my friends together, mourning her. 

oh yes, and for those of you who think you might have known her, her name was kristina monger, a junior, was a manager at the little caesars next to stater brothers.  she was 21...

my farewell to the semester...

this is my last day at school.  tomorrow i'm packing up bright and early, out by noon.  yes, my finals are done, i did okay i suppose, though i dont really remember much of it.  hm.  all work and no play makes micah a dull boy.  :-/  but now im done.  i have unclear feelings about the end of the year.  it feels as if i've had no preparation for leaving.  i wont see some of these people again.  strange.  and i will be home for 4 months, seeing pretty much no one from school, then i'll be at oxford for 4 months, seeing only a few people from school.  then i'll be back at school, and lots of people will be missing, and lots of people will have no idea that i was even gone the previous semester.  that's life i guess. and then i'll have to spend another 2 semesters at school, which i dont' look forward to. but when i'm done i can do whatever i want: travel, live in other countries, etc. 

but i guess i'm sad more because i'm not psychologically ready to leave, rather than the fact that i'm leaving.  if i were ready in my head, then i'd have a chance to be sad for leaving.  so my feelings aren't clear right now.  and the clock just keeps ticking. 

my room is almost bare.

i'll start work a few days after i arrive home, at pizza factory.  so long little caesars, you were good to me. 

my roommate tim will be staying at my house till friday, so i wont be cut off from school all at once, but when he leaves i'll be completely alone.  and to top it off, joey will be on choir tour for a couple weeks and amy will be at school wrapping up RA stuff.  so it will just be me and tim getting into trouble.  i wish more siblings were here.  but i'll have ben and tina in the evenings.  hm :-/  i'll get a chance to get some reading done, and i'll be working hopefully. 

i'm sad to leave now.  i'm going to miss some people.  damn.

this happens ever year.  luckily i dont have a girlfriend to miss, that would be pretty dang stinky.  but as it is, i still feel sad.  i'm just not ready to give up post colonial lit.  i really loved that class, i think it's my favorite class of all time.  both for the class itself, and for the professor (dr eaton) and for the students in the class.  there are only 8 of us, so we feel close.  and we sit seminar style, tables facing each other.... such a great class, damnit. 

in 12 hours i'll be loading up the truck.

i'd like to smoke in memory of this school year.  perhaps i will.