Confessions of a Computer Lab Monitor

I sit and see a sea of computers
and bodies glued to chairs and screens.

What I dread most are the ignorant souls
who thought going to college would some how
make them grow.

They walk to me and ask,
How do I do...

"Every semester I forget my password,
this time, again."
Giggle, giggle.
This is not a funny one to me.

I want to ring the neck
but chant in my head
this is my job, this is my job
one hour, One God Awful Hour.

My soul skids slow across asphalt
having to help stupidity.

But most of them know
how to open their email,
and remember their passwords
is the same for every semester.

They don't even look at me,
when they walk in with coffee.
I don't care what they do
as long as they don't need me.

Bagels

Rule.

Sharon's Birthday!

Erin started a trend or Sharon is one out of two people who read my blogs. Pick one.

This Saturday will be Sharon's birthday. She works in CDM near me, whenever she gets around to her work. We are not cube buddies. We are one hopped cube. Well, her cube is not cubed at all, really. She has an open desk-non-cube-area. She is my Goofy Sufi Friend. Props!

I'm Dead Out

Genevieve and my mom went to a cemetary earlier in the day and I was getting ready to go to Trader Joe's.

Gen was washing her hand in the kitchen sink. I asked her if she wanted to go to Trader Joe's with Jeff and me and she said, "No, I don't feel like it."

You can get candy, I said.

I don't feel like candy.

You can get vegetables, frozen or fresh.

I don't feel like vegetables.

I leaned on the door way. She dried her hands.

You can get fruit.

I don't feel like fruit.

My mom and I looked at eachother, laughing quietly.

My mom asked her if she wanted to go to another cemetary.

Gen sighed, and said, I don't feel like another cemetary, I'm dead out.

Before I was born

"Happy Birthday" was the first song to be performed in outer space, sung by the Apollo IX astronauts on March 8, 1969.

Message to my Family

I invited my family to read my blog, but after reading some of what I wrote, I just wanted to say to my fam, Don't hate me 'cause I am blog angry. I swear some. I'm grumpy. My mom said I say grumpy too much, but it's the word that fits. So I apologize if I offend anyone with mean words or you don't understand me anymore 'cause I know I portray myself as a nice happy person in person. Maybe I will be understood MORE with these blogs. I don't actually focus on being angry when I write, it has just morphed into this. There are some happy like Silence is Awake and Sadness of Trees. So there.