read me

I don't have the mental fortitude to think of a title line right now. Today, like every day, finishing a day at Kasintorn Academy feels something like used as a tackling dummy by the office linebacker. Remember those commercials? Really funny. For the past two weeks, my second grade class has been working feverishly to get this play ready. "Snow White, Harry Potter, and the Seven Dwarves." Don't worry, it was penned by yours truly. Broadway is not ready for this level of genius. Anyways, there are several better occupations than trying to get 11 seven-year-olds to rehearse a musical, while the other 13 in the class are supposed to sit still and watch the rehearsal. Yeah, seven year olds are really good at sitting still for hours on end. One better, and more enjoyable occupation I have been looking into is being a human ashtray. You know, let people put out their cigarettes on me. That would less stressful and more pleasant than much of my current job.

I realized that under the title of this collection of random outpourings that some call a blog, I have written that I am running from the real world. Let me go ahead and reassure you that the real world found me. It found me, sealed me up inside the building in which it found me, barred the exits and turned on the heat full blast. Then it sent the office linebacker in with a pair of brass knuckles and steel-toe boots.

Sorry I've had nothing of note to say lately. There's just not much new here now. I am going to China though. After school gets out. I'm excited. I also have a lot of itunes gift money. Give me some good new music to buy. The last two albums I bought were the new Strokes album and Ryan Adams' "29". To give you insight into my tastes. Sorry for all the whining today. It'll get better after my premier on Friday. I consider this play my literary magnum opus, so who knows, the sky is the limit.

Jordan