01-13

01-13 – 11:27am

Yesterday was kinda fun. Work was alright, we just chilled out and had our day. Emi, the other new J-Staff had this astrology/horoscope type book thing, and so she asked me about my birthday, and oddly enough the reading was exactly right. It said that I am brave, have an addictive personality, get into trouble easily, don’t like to stand out in crowds, but like to be in the spotlight among close friends. Additionally, the primary underlying feature of my birthday is that I am a Keeper of Secrets.

I called Kerry yesterday to request some overtime, which I was granted. I also asked her is she happened to know if I am still on probation, since Dara never got back to me. She said, “Oh, well, uh, you’re not. So, congratulations.” I did a little dance and squeaked a bit. Very unlike me. Actually, not really so unlike me at all. That’s some extra yen in my pocket right there, 15,000 actually. Sweet tits. The Feb. 15th paycheck will reflect my new status, and will also be the last of my salary advance payments. Which means that my March 15th paycheck will be just disgusting. Between no salary advance, a raise, and a decrease in my rent thanks to moving…ah man. April’s gonna be even better. Mwahaha. Mwhahahahaha.
I’ll even have enough money to come visit you all if I want sometime. Hahahahahah YEA RIGHT. You’re never gonna see me again. I’m not kidding.

Barbara and I talked about that among other things on our little dinner date thing last night. You know when you’re aware of the fact someone likes you, and you have to choose between trying to talk it down or go along with it? Well, I just kinda went with it last night, I’m not gonna see her for three weeks since she’s going back to Oz (Australia) for a little bit starting today. We just had some beers and had a three hour conversation about pretty ridiculous things, like my paralyzing, gut wrenching fear of Orcas, and hers of having her eyes poked out. I said mine was better cause it’s fatal to have my fears realized. She said she wins cause hers is more likely. I still think I win because I can live with my fear on an everyday basis, and it would be so much more hardcore to be eaten by an Orca than have an eye poked out by a rogue unguided chopstick missle, which I started flicking around after she mentioned it.


10:03pm

I’d just like to take a moment to say that my life is entertaining, and often hilarious, and I think each and every one of you should continue to read my journal on an ongoing basis. Each and every one of you, each and every entry. Ready…go. Alright. Good. Glad we had that little talk.

So, today. Today I had two kids classes, both of which were at capacity at 8 little rugrats each. My junior class halfway through the day has not gotten any better since the break. Yousuke cried, and so did Tomoki, after Yuri hit him on the head with the corner of her book cause he was misbehaving. Are kids supposed to cry still at like 8 and 9? I felt bad, it’s really decimating to see someone who you saw as so strong willed as utterly broken as they are when they weep. It’s like no matter how much of a pain in the ass those kids can be, seeing tears in their eyes, their utter vulnerability, just destroys me. I hate seeing children cry. I want to rain fire and brimstone down on whoever made them feel that way. The only thing that stops me is knowing that another child did it.

On a side note, I got tickled by one of my girls today. And then the rest of them teamed up to try to tackle me. And then they clung to my legs and I had to walk around with 8 year old girls dragging behind me. Something similar happened in my kinder class too. What the heck? My boys do similar things, just in their own approval seeking way. Half of my high fives turn into frazzling their hair cause they just put their heads against my hand when I hold it up. To be honest, I love every second of it. Not because I’m looking for attention from 8 year olds, but because they trust me, they’ve accepted me. I’m not a stranger to them anymore. I’m not only not a stranger, but someone whose warmth is desired, and that makes me so happy inside. I really, really like working with children.