As the storm cleared...



However, someone was not amused at my candid photography.

Perhaps our expectations for Mr. Phelps were too high, or he simply was unprepared for the Olympics. But I feel that someone should make a "leave Michael alone" video a la Chris Crocker, tears, makeup, and all.

Walked out yesterday morning to find this...



Better outside than inside, I suppose. :)

Today is Father's Day.

Today I am angry at my father.

I am angry that you still love the stupid boy who abandoned you during your illness.
I am angry that you still love the stupid boy who sapped your savings.
I am angry that you still love the stupid boy who has done nothing for you.

I am angry that you will never love me like that.
Even though I helped you financially when you were sick.
Even though I helped you emotionally when you were sick.
Even though I have had been supporting you.

I am angry that you will never love me.

I am angry.

Today is Father's Day.
Today I spent $120 on a gift for which you will never show or admit appreciation. You will ask, "Why did you spend money on this?" You will go and enjoy it anyway. No thanks to me.

I am the daughter who gave up my dream of owning my own house. Instead, I bought yours so you could recover and live comfortably.

I am the daughter who gave up my dream of a happy little family. Instead, I still walk on egg shells like a self-conscious teenager who has to abide by your rules.

I am the daughter who gave up my dreams for you.

He abandoned you, and you still love him.
How am I supposed to feel?

You don't get to judge others and expect any different in return. In hindsight, you were a self-righteous bitch who treated those with "questionable morals" with contempt. It now seems you are the one with the "questionable morals." I cannot express congratulations for a hypocrite.

Plus, your babies are kinda ugly.

Perhaps I'm more of a pushover than I believed. First, I let the "new girl" get her pick of classrooms. (I asked to move because I have no windows. She's starting her first year.) Then, I was volunteered to give up two of my honors classes because she wanted them since she had done her student teaching with honors classes. I guess my seniority over her really makes no difference.

It is definitely time to find another job after next year.

CNBC just showed "The Costco Craze." Why was I not interviewed for this show? I have been there three times this week already. Um, hello?

When your partying and drug use starts to seriously harm those around you, it's time to admit you have a problem.

This made me cry, and this made me laugh. What a start to a Sunday!

It's interesting to see how those in "upper management" behave when put into supervisory positions. It's a shame, really, how they let power get to their heads and speak to people like children. It really is true that people who can't teach become administrators; once they get there, they seem to forget how to treat their colleagues professionally. Those who aspire to become administrators never really had it in their hearts to teach.

Would it be redundant to say again I need a new job?

I need a vacation. Somewhere far, far away. By myself. Forget about the world and lose myself for a while.

I've recently started wondering if I should have filed a lawsuit against my former principal for basically threatening my job because of a vague post on my Facebook. Since I didn't use identifying details, and I didn't post from school using school property, I feel she attempted to intimidate me. She threatened to "put a letter in my file" and "tell the new principal [at the school I was transferring to] about the situation." Perhaps I should have consulted a lawyer at the time. Would it have gotten her reprimanded? I would just want her to admit she was a bitch. Just sayin'.

Kirk Cameron, shut up please. You were so much more likable when you were on "Growing Pains."

Tonight at class, we did an exercise called Autobiography as Haiku. (This used to be a column in the Washington Post several years ago.) Here's mine.

I disappointed my parents, which is the ultimate sin for an Asian girl. I didn't become a rich and fancy doctor. I didn't go to Harvard or Stanford or Berkeley. I didn't marry a Korean man. I can't make kimchi. I have no idea how the lunar calendar works. I speak Korean with the fluency of a six grader. But I watch my parents laugh and play with my beautiful children and know that maybe I did one thing two things right.

If this offends you, I don't care--it's hilarious!

Jesus Has His Say

I've been plussed.

The man in the Lexus hybrid with clean fuel plates drove 5 under the speed limit in the left lane. Then he rolled down his window and chucked, with lots of arm behind it, a cigarette butt out his window onto the grass in the median.

I believe the irony was lost on him.

Holy cow! This woman had a baby the size of my five-month-old! >.<

There is no such thing as privacy anymore, is there? Or self-awareness?

Argh.

Let gays get married already, geez. All those fabulous, extravagant weddings, the thing of many a gay boy's dreams. It will be good for the economy.