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It was only when she realized that she was gnawing on her own flesh that she wondered if she should start being more active in the world.

NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL EVER!!!

So... Let's see. What has happened since I last blogged?

WELL, LET ME TELL YOU:

1. I became obsessed with Kakashi from Naruto.
2. I GOT TO OPEN MY MACBOOK PRO. His name is Charlie. He's 13 inches. Please take that the wrong way.
3. I spent an entire day (friday) fueling my newfound Kakashi obsession by watching Naruto. For a whole day. 23 episodes in 10 hours. In case you were looking for proof of my obsession/lameness.
4. I MADE A YOUTUBE CHANEL? Yeah? It's going to be ME and one of my FRIENDS and we're just going to talk about weird stuff.  MAYBE ONE DAY WE WILL BE FAMOOOOOOSE ON THE INTERWEBS... WEAREMERECATS
5. I made a video about NOT SHOWERING (that's pretty good, if I do say so myself), but I can't put it up until  MALLORY has PUT UP HER VIDEO blaaaahhhh
6. I've OFFICIALLY graduated from High School. It's about time, I mean, seriously, I was supposed to graduate TEN DAYS AGO.

I don't even know how to explain how I feel. It's kind of like freedom, but also kind of... not. I don't feel any different. Anti-climactic. I guess that's to be expected... so it wouldn't be anti-climactic... Meh?

So, I'm going to address an issue that I'm currently dealing with: facebook chat. And when people I don't know talk to me on it. This happens to me every now and then.
It's kind of awkward. It's like, I know THEY sought me out, but I'm kind of a complete and total weirdo----don't they realize that?
And then I feel like I have to be NORMAL, so as not to scare them away. I mean, not completely normal (where would the fun in that be?)... but just stay away from the topics of my obsession. Like Anime and Harry Potter and Kakashi in bondage.

...of course, it doesn't really help all that much when I just talk about it on HERE....

Days left until Austin: 39
Last time I showered*: 47 hours ago
Next time I have to shower: before work today.
Moment I'm at in Naruto: "Shikamaru... let's go to Kakashi-Sensei's place!**" (66)

*Is that too disturbing for a reoccurring topic? Should I not keep that one?
Just as a disclaimer... I usually DO shower frequently. Usually. I've stopped showering every single day, because my hair will all fall out if I wash it that often, and there's little point to showering if you're not going to wash your hair. Your body doesn't start to smell bad for quite a while. Society is so obsessed with cleanliness that it's frowned upon to skip a couple of days. Well... you'll hear all about it when I can post my video.

**HELLSYES, LET'S DO IT.

Wisdom!

In life, I feel like there are two groups of things that are the most important to recognize. The first includes all the things that you have and are grateful for, and the second is comprised of all the things that you neither have nor want.
I am going to share these with you!

THINGS I HAVE AND AM GRATEFUL FOR:

1. Cinnamon Life (self explanatory)
2. The fact that I've got a group of likeminded, unconditional friends, even if they live far away
3. The internet (How could I live without you, internet?)
4. Lots of Crayons (again, self explanatory)
5. The fact that I'm graduating in three days, no matter what I get on my exams
6. My sister and her undying approval of my eclecticism
7. Talking Prince Zuko action figure (also self explanatory)
8. MY NEW MACBOOK PRO (even if I can't open it until I graduate)
9. Food (Cinnamon Life has its own category because it's more like magic than food)
10. A thermos (because he keeps my beverages at the desired temperature!!!)

THINGS I AM GRATEFUL TO NOT HAVE (that sometimes directly correlate to the corresponding number in the list above):

1. A social life (I'm too lazy / would rather be on the internet anyway)
2. Friends who don't approve of my thoughts/views/personality (hence why I don't really have a social life)
3. Martians (God, that would suck)
4. An alligator (just to match with those alligator shoes)
5. A second semester of my senior year
6. HIV/AIDs/Crabs/HPV/Chlamydia/etc
7. A talking Naruto action figure (BEEEEEELIEVE IT!!!!1shift!@2@!!one!!)
8. A quest (again, I am lazy*)
9. Meat (I hate meat)
10.  A baby (who wants a baby?!!)

Well. I feel pretty good about my life after these lists. :D

*Like John Green, I am lazy in a way that doesn't mean I don't do things or get things done, but means that I usually... don't move.

Speaking of Hosbond....

I really hope he never googles his last name, because there are like, ten of my blog entries that come up. Sort of embarrassing.

Anyway, I never posted that interview I did with him in the beginning of the year. WELL... HERE IT IS:

“Oh, is that today? Right now?” Mr. Hosbond asks, and I nod, following him into his room. He situates himself in his chair, propping his right ankle up on his left leg. I notice he’s wearing green argyle socks, despite the fact that his shirt is orange and plaid. The room was still the same as I remember, smelling faintly of something that wasn’t Fairfield High School; it was a bit like fresh air and cinnamon. The desks were arranged in the same way, and there were still art posters covering the walls. On the bulletin board is an amateur watercolor of him, surrounded by a bunch of rudimentary cats.

“Oh, you kept Brittani’s watercolor!” I exclaim, remembering how last year the bulletin board was littered with our drawings and pictures of cats. Our friend Beyana Magoon even went as far as to print off many pictures of his face in various bodies, one of which featured the same picture of Hosbond on every one of the pussycat doll’s necks. I smiled to myself, remembering his slight amusement before he ripped it from the wall and tossed it in the trash.

The Hosbond before me has the same expression on his face.

“I keep the rest of the stuff in a special drawer,” he says, gesturing to the right, where another desk held piles upon piles of papers and personal things. I flip through my notebook until I come upon the right page.

“Should I just talk? A lot?” He asks airily.
“Most of my questions are fairly normal, don’t worry,” I reply, thinking of what Brittani had told me to ask (the most socially acceptable of which were “When did he discover his love for argyle?” and “Will he somehow incorporate argyle into his wedding tux?”).

Yes, as most of you know, Mr. Hosbond is engaged. He and his fiancée plan to be wed next summer, but he eagerly confesses some of his earlier plans.

“We’re thinking about, for our wedding photos, getting an old tux and an old wedding dress, like from the Bargain Box,” he begins, “and then going out to the lake and taking pictures in the cattails... Some people would think that’s weird, all dirty and wet.” He laughs. Just like the photos, he and his fiancée plan on having a natural, non-traditional wedding outdoors.

Unlike most of us, Mr. Hosbond hasn’t always lived in Fairfield. He moved here when he was fresh out of college, where his original intent was to become an engineer.

“But then I realized… I don’t really like calculus as much as the next guy.” He remembered how his happiest memories from High School were in speech, drama, or the English classroom, and decided to become a teacher.

“Engineering equals bad. Happiness equals good,” he says, still in his breezy manner of amusement.

While going to college, Hosbond worked in a restaurant—the same one he had been working in since the age of fourteen. But after seven years of this, he decided to work in, of all places, a casino.

“I have so many, like, awesome memories from that,” he says, “working with people and dirty money… I’d be like, ‘hey, I’m looking at a million dollars right now!’ it was unreal.”

But currently, Hosbond is in the middle of his ninth year as a teacher. He teaches English 9, Composition, and speech classes—and, on top of that, drama activities. He urges me to be “politically correct”, stating that he coaches speech, mime, musical theater, and general acting. The Theater department holds try outs in October, the week after the fall play. “Certain kids are like trading cards,” he says, referring to how the selection process works, “I like to befriend them on the outside so they’ll try for only my divisions.” He laughs again.

But for an ordinary teacher, Hosbond gets an unusual amount of attention outside of school. “I feel like I’m becoming famous like Kurt Cobain,” he jokes, “at the mercy of all my fans. Once I was at the movie theater, and someone shouted, ‘HOSBOND’S HERE!’ then there was wild cheering and a standing ovation, during the previews… [My fiancée] was just like, ‘Holy crap, this is crazy’. I’m like a rock star.” He suspects the reason his students are so fond of him is that he connects with them on a more personal level than most teachers.

“Otherwise groups of girls wouldn’t find your house and chalk cats into your driveway,” I joke, referring to a particularly interesting afternoon I spent with a couple of my aforementioned friends.

“Yeah, it happens every year… I like it. Fun personal attention to my property...” I can’t tell if his voice it laden with sarcasm or delight, but he continues, “There used to be this one kid who would show up at three AM every night, saying, ‘I figured you’d be up’. I’d be like, ‘uh… go away’.”

Mr. Hosbond would also like the general public to know that he’s not a hateful person (“I get these calls from angry parents…”), and that he’s attained many of the goals he set out to: he’s been a “rock star”, he’s met famous people and he’s created and sold stuff (“I still have to publish this writing…”). Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “also, grey cats are the best animal on the planet.”

I am in love.

With Ke$ha. I'm not even a lesbian, but my god, I want to marry her. She's so amazing.

If you're severely interested or something,

a catalog of my posts from late 2008 - 2009 can be found at my old blog site:

http://lalalaamichelle.wordpress.com/