Bob’s Blog

I’ve been thinking about some possible events I want to propose for the spring. My top 3 ideas currently:

Henry Rollins Spoken Word Tour
Jeff Tweedy solo acoustic show (lead singer from Wilco)
Gym Class Heroes

I know Henry Rollins and Gym Class Heroes would do extremely well, but apparently, Jeff’s last college show went “OK”. Which is kind of disheartening. I still want to give that a shot though.

Hmm. No idea what to try and bring. I think they’re all great.

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I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I’d give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
So, I’d give this world
just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

Freshman give me the biggest headaches sometimes. Seriously. I genuinly don’t like working with kids in junior high or below, and even freshman are a bit of a stretch.

I cannot wait for the day until I get my own teaching slave.

the best band you’ve probably never heard of.

http://download.yousendit.com/50D3031E430E3B86

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After some serious contemplation this morning, I call shananigans on that 50 year old woman’s judging of last night’s Ass Off. She was so drunk, her head was so clearly clouded  that there’s no way she could make a fair assessment between all our ass’s.

I demand a recount.

There’s no way I should lose like that. I think that should be stricken from the record books.

This has been one of the longest, worst weeks of my life. And without question, one of the worst weeks I’ll ever have in my profession. Just when you think it would end, and when you think things would maybe get easier, they don’t. Each day this week seemed to get progressively worse than the last.

At what point do you just start disconnecting? And at what point do you simply just say, “enough’s enough.” and walk away from it all?

We live in a world run by a giant machine.

A giant of machine that could not care less about your or I, but only about the dollar. Only caring about shoving the latest bullshit down our throats. We live in a society where looks are the only thing that matter and you are only deemed beautiful by how many times you throw up in your toilet after your last meal. You are to conform to this machine. If you do not conform, and if you do not fit the mold – you are an outcast and you are treated like dog shit day in and day out.

Individuality is lost. True beauty is lost. And self conciousness rears its ugly head. You need to be thinner. You need to wear the latest trends. You need to act a certain way. And if you aren’t pretty enough, you will go nowhere.

Ultimately, we are nothing more than a few numbers and statistics. We spend our lives wanting to buy bullshit and things that will not matter when we die. We constantly buy things we never need in our lives. And our lives are consumed with the idea of just owning stuff. We are ruled by stuff. Pointless and utterly useless stuff. We are nothing but drones to these companies.

They sell us nothing but emptiness.

We are entertained by absolutely nothing at all.

We are entertained by not what is actually said. Or actually done. Or actually written. But what has the most money pumped into it. The thinnest models. And the best looking cars.

Kids are pushed aside in this world and ignored because they don’t fit in with this mold. And then we wonder why kids these days are so fucked up. Look at the world we live in. Look at all of the pointless, petty bullshit in this world. All of the unnecessary violence and wars. All of the stupid Paris Hilton shit. MTV. The shallowness and selfishness of people. Corporations.

Voices are lost and ignored.

We sit here and debate for hours whether or not fuckin’ Mel Gibson is a horrible person for his drunken ramblings. But all the while, our government is dropping bombs on people for reasons that have shown to be unjustifiable. There is genocide in Darfur and the UN refuses to recognize it as one. Our politicians accept bribes and are utterly corrupt and don’t really care about us.

But there is no outrage our accountability.

We’ll go back to our regularly scheduled programming of talking about shit that does not actually matter for hours on end such as Paris’ DUI, whether or not Baby Suri actually is Tom’s kid, and how cracked out Britney Spears is. And we will talk about these things until you want to physically puke and your eyes will bleed.

It all adds up.

Sure – there’s without question, a time and place for everything. But where is the line? When do we finally wake up from everything?

And then we wonder why not only kids, but people, are so angry and alone in our world.

Maybe there’s a reason why people just don’t give a shit anymore.

I wish suicide was never an option. And I wish people would seek the help that they need and not be afraid too.

What’s happening to our kids?

I’m pretty sure one of those top 10 AP ranked college football teams could beat my Cleveland Browns.

Really, this is just embaressing.

http://sickflash.com/swf/country_europe_G2_drag-drop.swf

I’m a bit embaressed by this, given I’m a social studies teacher. I only scored a 57% on this. In my defense though, those really tiny countries totally screwed me up, and more often than not, I had the general idea of where the country was and was totally not off by that much in most cases.