Wasting Time

Its the end of the day, again. Well, it is the end of the work day. I have about 20 minutes until that little bell rings and rings. Tomorrow, will be new classes--new classes which need plans. I know I should use this time, to lay it all right. I know that I should work now, but I won't, I will not, and I refuse. Instead I talk to the various names in my chatbox--we get all chatterbox with each other, about this and that. Their news reminds me that this world, is somehow moving on, and somehow, there comes a time to harness your direction.

Remember that painting that I did in the dark? It was fun, and it seemed like a direction was found in the curious night. I am excited about all the good that lies ahead. I like the present too. I met a new friend in the park, Marta Italia--a 30 something psychologist from Italy, by way of Brazil. And so it goes, new peeps and new conversation.

I been trying to write some music in my spare time. A lot of starts and stops, but it goes. My fingers are turning gray with practice.

I fell in love with a French girl who plays covers on ukulele. She goes by the name of Scampi. I am more in love with her musical taste. I am more in love with my dreams.

Currently, I am listening to The Kooks performing in the back of a London bound Cab. There is a program called the Black Cab Sessions. It has eaten up a lot of my time lately.

Here are my Faves:

Lykke Li
The Kooks
Fleet Foxes
Seasick Steve

I love it. A simple and beautiful idea. I think life should be simple and beautiful--the complicated shit is too much talk---me cago en la leche (literally translated, I shit in the milk, figuratively, not sure how I am suppossed to use that. I will get back to you.)

A kid asked me if this is the longest my hair has ever been...I said I wasn't sure, but I think it is going to get a lot longer. I am going for some ankle flaps.

Well I have effectively wasted the rest of my lesson planning time. Godspeed.