teach me in time and faces
-Weeks with bronchitis, as of today: 6
-Current body weight, in pounds: 142 (Weight at swearing in: 154)
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-Number of students who have applied for my English class of 25: 93 (which is still WAY lower than average for reasons which are not worth going into).
-Bowel movements today: 1 (Which is always nice)
-Christmas present received in White Elephant exchange at my home while hosting a Christmas get-together for other PCV's: Pirated DVD with The Perfect Storm, Titanic, Waterworld, and Castaway on it.
-Number of other volunteers with whom I have spoken today who share my desire to stay in Bangladesh, stick with it, complete our service here, and love it in spite of the naysayers: 5 (As opposed to 1 from the other camp. Woot!)
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After finishing a Christmas in Bangladesh, it is my newly-formed opinion that everyone should spend a Christmas or two away from family and (old) friends and the usual trappings. Christmas felt a little weird. There were good times, but it just felt . . off. I can't really say that there was this nagging hurt or anything like that. Of course I missed people, but I've been missing them for awhile now and it's not exactly an acute pain or anything. So probably next Christmas I'll appreciate my family and traditions more. But even more important than that: I was forced to think about Christmas apart from how I've always thought about it and take a little step towards my own understanding of what it means.
Yes, I'm going to leave it ambiguous like that. That's right.
People from home who have crossed my mind for various reasons over the last week or so, except for my family because that's pretty obvious: Lo G., Brielle H., Ethan K., Anthony from the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Reuben and Heidi VDK, Sophia DB, Cheech Marin, Maria DB, Bret H., Morgan ?, Joey from friends, Nick VDK, Matt D., Jack M., Jason VDB, Hillary Duff, MJ, Dusty A., Jennifer Aniston, piano teacher Joyce W., Bob & Julia from Peace Action, Pat H., and of course Vanilla Ice.
If your name's not here you are utterly unimportant to me, and the world at large. Call Cheech and ask him for his secrets.
posted by Adam @ 3:40 AM
10 Comments:
Screw Cheech Marin, I'm coming to the source... I received this in an email today:
"I see I made it on the list somewhere around #6 and Maria's at #8, but where are you? Ouch.
Hope you're not crying right now."
I'm not crying. I'm popping pills thinking about another year not making your list. These pills are NoDoz, which will aid me in my hunt for the vaccume attachment that was not returned to me. Who has that by the way, and what is their email and when can they send it to me because it's mine and I doubt it's being put to any good Christian use. I'd of thought I would have at least gotten a consolation listing for having been stolen from.
The Deshis owe you a Merry Christmas butt-punch!
PS. If putting Maria on there was a bid for my woman, she just mentioned that she doesn't go for dudes who use their hands for TP.
I am happy you listed these names in order of importance to you and the world at large.
Happy 2006 Adam, I hate to think I won't see your face until another new year has past. sigh.
Freakin' vacuum attachment! Did I really not return that? Fudge! (I scrolled through a long list of inappropriate responses to your second post Chris and decided against all of them.)
Lo: You know how when you write a long e-mail on a crappy computer and then right before you send it . . .
Glad to see I've crossed your mind Adam... it's fun to read your blog and the crazy times your having.
Jess and I have been working on a package for you for the past 2 months and we'll get it off to you one of these days.
PS I like the link you've set up for me but I prefer to call it Wrigleyville
"Fudge" doesn't tell me who has it or who is sending it because I need to be getting those dead ladybuggs out from behind things that I can't reach . . . they'll be back in swarms soon and I'd at least like to get there deceased parents removed before then.
Geez oh man. It has to be either in the apartment with Nick et al., or by some weird twist it got home with my stuff to my parents. I'll send an e-mail to Nick and one to my parents to look for it and if they can't find it I guess I'll try and order a new one for you.
I hate to say it, but that vacuum attachment may have a lot in common with Justin's fan--the cost of dealing with such a charming yet irresponsible person such as myself. But I will do everything I can from here to get your attachment to you before the ladybugs return.
You searching for some vacuum attachment doesn't replace my fan.
Yeah? Well, I've been hiding it from you for your own good but now, screw it: Your fan and I are in love and we're running away together. You can't keep us apart. You don't own her and I'm the one she wants to be with. We faked her disappearance to get you off our backs but now it doesn't matter because you'll be dead by morning.
Well, adam, you didn't cross my mind this week either. Ass. And as much as I hate you right now, I will say that Christmas away from home is interesting and great. Our last one was spent in Munich. We had McDonald's for a "taste of home" christmas dinner and went to Oceans 12 at the english theater. And then drank ourselves silly on bavarian beer. But yeah, Christmas away is off, and just in general I agree with your comments. You are wise, except you didn't mention my name, which was perhaps the most unwise decision you have ever made in your life.
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