Psychic Purple mockingbird in Hollywood

Ok I guess I should try to write something today to get into the habit. I'm waiting for my boyfriend (Tim) to get home from work. He's much later than usual and I'm a little worried about him. Given his track record he probably fell asleep on the train and missed his stop. Today we're going to go to the police station to try to have his mom arrested. If you want more details on that right now you can visit his blogspot www.hatingyourmom.blogspot.com and then visit his mother's pity-craving, fabricating, self-fornicating website at www.diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com and Tim's stepmother's at www.thetruthaboutthelies.blogspot.com. I'm sure I will give you guys some details myself but I need to get in the habit of keeping a diary first. Setting up this blogspot was partially inspired by the fact that I was unable to leave a message on Deanna's (Tim's stepmom's site) without becoming a member, and partially because I was recently reminded of how poorly I remember my life. I got an email from Charlie (a best friend I had since highschool who is moving in with us this month!!) displaying excerpts from his old journal from highschool which mostly about me and my life because Charlie didn't have one. His control freak daddy wouldn't ever let him leave his room. The entry was about a fight I had with an xboyfriend who in a fit of rage stomped on my seamonkeys. I realized that that incident was completely gone from my normal memory and was archived somewhere in my brain. I realized there was no way I would have ever thought about that again unless someone or something reminded me. Its crazy how much you can remember just by reading a card much less a diary entry. What I'm saying is that my memory sux and I think keeping a diary would be good for me. I'm not going to edit this too much because I want to flow so please excuse me if I make any errors, ramble or if some of it doesn't make sense at all. Tim just walked in about 50 mins later that usual. Actually in an attempt to avoid falling asleep on the train and missing his stop he decided to drink a can of Mountain Dew before he boarded. He said he had to pee so bad that he got off at the Clinton stop and couldn't find anywhere with a public restroom. He just said it's too late to go to the police station now cus the guy gets off in an hour.. oh well. Looks like we'll have to do it next week and I'll make sure and update you on that.
Today I substituted for a highschool and the kids had to read three chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird and take a quiz. Since I didn't really have to actually teach anything I had some time to read today too. I saw the book "The Color Purple" sitting around, which is one of my favorite childhood movies and decided to pick it up. I can't believe how explicit the book is, I was surprised. Lawd hab mercy, dat book be fresh. It was so explicit (rape, incest, homosexual undertones) they left all that off of the movie however provided it for 11th grade reading material. Hollywood is actually pretty mellow in that respect. A European friend of mine was complaining the other day about how sexually prude American movies are. The Europeans are very candid about sex and the Americans are very candid about violence. Although I don't condone sexual trashiness (like what you would find on Tim's mom's website) I think the Europeans have a point. Which is more of a danger to society, sex or violence? Anway, back to the book... they were talking about eating cured ham, biscuits, grits'n'eggs, and sitting on the porch shelling peas. I started getting really homesick. My family is from Georgia but I'm living in Chicago. I really adore Chicago but a big part of me misses that laid back southern warmth. Even though I didn't really experience country living too much ( I was an Airforce bratt and moved from suburb to suburb across the nation), my parents grew up that way, my grandparents still sorta live that way so its in my roots and I can feel it. Even though I'm not a spiritual person, it feels that way to me and it's the only way I can describe it. I'm a little eccentric i guess and need a lot of variety and options in my life so the city is perfect for me in that respect, but I wish I could have them both. Too bad Atlanta doesn't impress me or that would be perfect. I didn't get a chance to finish the book before I left so I guess I'm gonna have to go buy it.
I probably could have finished reading it if this strange girl didn't want to talk to me for enirety of study hall (which is a very long time; one out of the only 4 classes they have in their block schedule) This girl was pretty unique! Boy let me tell you. She had plain clothes, no makeup, and wore a head scarf because she is a Jordanian Muslim. So when she said she wanted to be a makeup artist I was naturally a little surprised. Then she pulls out some pictures of herself on her sisters birthday in fabulously done glamorous makeup and hair, wearing a "downtown" outfit to go dancing. I don't understand how she could look so fabulous outside of school and go to school looking like a peasant girl from a second world country. Anyway she decided to tell me my fortune the whole time in a "Crossing Over With John Edward" way. "I see an issue with a friend.... something that made you happy.... or something that upset you... no?" I really think it was her way of prying. She totally impressed me but I don't beleive she was psychic. Something like that is a communication skill much like being a good salesman, but impressive none the less, at least she had no bad news for me. She asked me if I was going to be there tomorrow too, I mean wouldn't she know? I still wander what her intentions were, that was such a weird thing to do. I felt a little creeped out for the rest of the day. Tim needs the computer so he can enter in an online poker tournament so I'm outtie.