Made out

Ry texted me yesterday at some point, as usual. He either texts me, or I text him. He messaged me about 4p.m. as I was driving home asking what I was doing tonight. I said nothing, nuffin, zip, zero, and zilch. He thought that was a lot of enthusiasm and a hint. I told him it was nice to be home for a change. He said we should stay at his place and watch "Case 39,"a horror movie, then venture over to HOB at Downtown Disney to go to their gay days since he had VIP entry.

I met him at 7 at his apartment as he was just getting home from school. We chat as I drive and as he drives to his house. Then we chat as I am walking up to his place. I had to park pretty far away. I get to his place and he is just restarting the DVD. He offers me some ice cream once I get inside. We hug, and he dishes it out. We sit down on his new IKEA couch that he got Saturday night. I kept moving positioning myself toward him, but also trying to get comfortable since it doesn't have much head/neck support I was slouching on the couch. He thinks he lost his glasses and goes off to look for those. We talk about all sorts of things during that time like anxiety and worry, since apparently we both share that in common. We sit watching "Case 39," and he makes sounds like "boo" and then reaches out and quickly puts his hand on me when my mind was focusing on the movie. I let out a little scream. He was amused by scaring me. I kept playfully hitting him when he did that. We make random comments during the movie about the hornets etc. in the movie and how gross etc. something is. He didn't flinch like I did during the scary scenes.

At the end of the movie we sit on the couch talking about his texts between him and his professor. The History Channel's show on how the states were created was playing in the background. We talk about whether to go out to House of Blues, or what. I'm right next to him and my arm is resting on his chest because I had grabbed his hand or something when he had tried to scare me. He reaches over and takes my left hand and I put it around him. I also put my leg over him since I was balancing precariously on the couch. We rub each others arms/hands. Then we kiss. We kiss for a while, then move to where I'm sitting on top of him, grinding, and we're making out. Tongue and all.

He stands up and I start to go with him. He carries me in the bedroom, which was sooooooo unexpected, yet so cool. He lays me down on the bed, then I move up on him and we grind and make out. He asks if I'm hot, and there is no a/c in his apartment, so I am, and say yes. I take my shirt off. We make out some more, lots more. He undoes my pants during this, and he reaches in to feel my dick. I suck his nipples some, which aren't that sensitive. I also get him to take off his shorts, and he was going commando... wonder if he always does that. HOT! We switch positions, then I'm on the bottom and he's on the top. we make out, grind, and rub each others penises. We eventually collapse, and lay like that for probably 20-30 minutes. I start to move because I was getting tired and worried about falling asleep there.

We both get up and get dressed. He is big and thick, and his dick was so hot, probably 7'' cut. We go in his kitchen and drink a glass of water, and stand talking. Then as we stand talking we hug, kiss, and make out some more. We grind and reach into each other's pants.

I take off about 11 and it takes exactly 40 minutes to get home.

We've been texting all day again today...

Some thoughts...
- I had been thinking while watching the movie how we hadn't had sex, made out, or anything yet. I was wondering if we were going to because I'm almost sad to say that's how it always works where I meet someone, and definitely by the 3rd time there is something sexual taking place. I didn't know how he viewed me- friend or more.
- I don't know where we're going. Are we going out? LOL. It feels like a relationship in a way with the constant texting and calling, and I really do kind of like him.
- I feel hesitant to put my feelings too much into this yet since I don't want to be hurt.
- I assume we're heading towards a relationship? I dunno...

Carla at Kaiser

I ran into Carla at Kaiser today. That woman. Ugh.

I walk in to the waiting area to walk up to the Melissa, the receptionist, to give her my Kaiser card and get checked in for my allergy shots. As I'm waiting for Melissa, Carla is seated in her chair, with her cane picture below. I saw it was her as I was walking up, and as I walked up, she let out an obvious, loud sigh.

Anyways, I am standing there in line when Carla grabs her cane and starts tapping it, and sticks it out far enough to tap it next to my feet.
She asks: young man, is your mother here?
Me: No. (I refrained from saying sooooooooooooo much more.)
Carla: You never told her I called on Monday night asking if she had an AVON order. Where is she?
Me: Do I look like I know? She's not here with me.
Carla: (loud sigh) You said you were going to tell her I called. I can't trust you. You never do. Your dad doesn't either. You always hang up when I call or give me a hard time. I'm an old woman. I lost my husband. I lost my son. I don't deserve a hard time.
Me: I don't mean any disrespect, but I don't think this is the appropriate place to discuss this.
Carla: I went to church this morning and prayed. I prayed that you would have some sympathy. We're going to discuss this when your mom gets here.



I go sit down, and about 10 minutes later my mom comes walking in. She comes over and says hello before going to check in for her shot. We're sitting about 70 feet from the check in window, and there are 3-4 people in the waiting room. Carla's cane starts clanging on the floor.
Carla: Pamela dear, over here.
Mom: Oh, hi Carla!
Carla: Your husband and son are sitting over there. They have such an attitude.
My mom is called by Michelle at the desk to give her Kaiser card, so she walks over there.
Carla: I'm tired of not being heard.
Mom: Sometimes they tune you out- they're men, they hear what they want.
Carla: Pamela, you know I don't deserve this. I didn't get up until 11 this morning. I was up until 4 this morning watching Star Trek Voyager. I went to church and prayed today.
Mom: Carla, hun, I have to get going. I'm on short time.

WTF?

I don't know what it is, but this is one of those people that just rub me the wrong way.

Put on your suit jacket

My dad accidentally left the TV on Today in LA the other morning. Since my dad got tired of the talk/little news format that Today in LA has where they talk to the KFROG DJs, the entertainment news, and other things he has watched 7 in the mornings.

My mom was watching the news this morning as she was eating breakfast, and made the following comment that amused me:
"I wish he [Sean Murphy] would finish getting dressed before going on air in the morning.



I have to agree, and by 6:50, he still is missing the jacket. It annoys me when anchors don't have a suit jacket on. I know Sean Murphy is a traffic reporter, but still. Mark Kriski on KTLA does it, and it drives me crazy too.

And what I found more amusing was my mom's observations- the women on Today in LA look like they're going to go hooking after the show. She also noted that Kathy Vara has really started dressing down since going back to KNBC.

Weekly update... because I do a lot during the week

I have had another busy week where I was out almost every night reeking havoc somewhere... so here's a look at this week...

Monday: Stayed home- my dad got home late since he was buying stuff for my sister's birthday

Tuesday: Went out to dinner for my sister's birthday.

Wednesday: Had a meeting at school from 3-5, which left me exhausted afterward. The meeting went well and I'm ready to resubmit my documentation to the state for my credential. I'm 2/4, or halfway done.

Thursday: Dinner with my mom, Linda, and Mel. Lots of fun stories actually. I didn't get in too much trouble in class this week. I participated. I didn't whine when we discussed personal problems. Really, do we need to spend 15 or 45 minutes discussing Lisa's personal problems about custody of her children? No. I think not.

Friday: Ry texted me about 6:45p.m. I was supposed to go to a concert at my alma mater, but I didn't have a valid student ID. I said if he was down we would hang out. I told him it went through my mind about going to the mall. He said we would. I drove down to Anaheim to meet him. He was doing chores at his house. We talked about how he hadn't done laundry and dishes in weeks because he was waiting for his mom. It was almost a joke, and he was taking after his cat lapping cereal and milk from a bowl rather than a cup. We talk about each other's day, and then head off to the Block at Orange. We went to H&M where we both bought blue corduroy pants, balked they didn't have an Express, and grabbed a snack at Subway. We went back to his place and laid on the bed where we watched Food Network and discussed our favorite topics- Rachael Ray, Paula Deen, Guy Fieri, and Ina Garten. He acted as if he fell asleep, but he hadn't. He gives me some macadamia nut cookies he had, and I leave about 11:00p.m.

Saturday: I go with my parents to Sears to get a new washer. We didn't get a cool front loading one, but this one still has lots of bells and whistles. It arrived today, and it washes well according to my dad.

I met up with a friend in San Diego for what I thought would be lunch, but wasn't. I met up with my friend Peter at Dick's Last Resort down in the Gaslamp District, a restaurant where they harass and argue with you as you eat. The waiter called me an American Idol for wearing my sunglasses outside, then when we were giving our ATM to pay yelled out my name to check I was still there. Fun times. It isn't a place I'd normally go. My friend Peter is one of those who we've tracked down each other on facebook, and wanted to hang out just for the heck of it. We did. He was over in Iraq and Afghanistan. I've only hung out with him once or twice since second grade when he moved, but we wrote letters to each other, etc. He was doing well. He is stationed at Camp Pendleton and loves ARMY life. We chatted about everything- friends, family, work, school, as we drank our Miller Lights and he smoked cigarette after cigarette. They were filming Glutton For Punishment on the Food Network while we were there, and we were in many takes we think. See host Bob Blumer in the pic below.



After hanging out with Peter I got a special treat. I got to meet a fellow blogger, Aek. I honestly didn't know if I'd ever meet him in person mainly because he lives in a northern state I don't know why I'd go to. Not that I didn't want to meet him because I have wanted to since we first started chatting. He seemed very humble and caring, and meeting him in person confirmed that. He was fun. We know a lot about each other, and just started talking about each other's days, Linda, work, school, and stuff like that. We went to a Thai restaurant named Bai Yook in Hillcrest, the gay neighborhood in San Diego. On our walk there we saw lots of "interesting" people and sushi. We talked about things in Cali and stuff like that. I really enjoyed meeting him. He was exactly as I pictured minus the voice. Do you ever have those preconceived thoughts about a person? Well, I had some about him just as I pictured after getting a picture of talking to him the last 2-3 years, and the only thing that was really different was his voice, which sounded really masculine, which is a good thing. I wish we had more time, but he had to get back to his conference that he was out here for. We tried and failed at taking pics together in the car to verify that we did indeed meet and do exist.

After I went to Westfield at Mission Valley and ran to the Express there where I found their bright colored 1MX shirts for $19 and $29, a $20-30 savings. I got a forest green and a bubblegum blue.

I got a call from Ry about 10:30. He was picking up a new sofa in LA and we chatted about random anything and everything.

Sunday:
Grocery shopping, usual Sunday stuff.

Keith messaged me about 9a.m. on facebook wanting to meet up at 1 and have me go with him to a play, "An Then There Were None," the Agatha Christie play. I did not think the play was that convincing, and knew there was going to be some sort of twist, but did not figure it out.

After we went bar hopping in downtown. We started off at the cigar bar, then off to the bar next to the gay bar, and then the gay bar. We had a beer in each. The bar next to the gay bar had the best price. Lots of variety. I started off with Coors for $3.50 at the cigar bar, a big gulp glass at the bar next to the gay bar for $6.50, then drinks on the house at the other bar. We talked about a lot. Eddy and Keith went to Vegas, and Eddy asked after the trip why I wasn't invited. Eddy has been texting me all week wanting to hang out. We'll try to get together this week...

Student teaching

So I'm in the midst of my student teaching- 16 weeks of unpaid classroom observations, note taking, lesson planning, grading, disciplining, and of course teaching. It is assuming full responsibility as a teacher. It is required in most states for teachers. You have to work for 16-30 weeks depending on the college and program FOR FREE. For many it is quite a hardship as many, except young students fresh out of college, can maybe really afford to student teach. I know many who have had to find evening and weekend jobs, or like an instructional aide at the school can't think about getting her credential because she can't afford to even if she were to find a part time job as she is the sole income provider for her family. How many professions do you have unpaid training like this for such a long period of time?

Some have great student teaching experiences, while others have not so great ones:
- One girl in my class took responsibility of everything from day 1 and the teacher is nowhere to be seen
- One girl is focusing on just taking over 2 of the classes and doing everything for those classes
- My mom had an awful experience and the teacher was manipulative that she worked with placing my mom against the students.
- Linda also had a bad teaching experience.
- With Linda I have been taking over 2-3 classes a day, done a lot of the grading, but it has been more of a team type thing. I really have nothing to complain about. She treats me well. She brings me lunch.

Well, except for Linda's OCD. These are annoying little events that have taken place over the course of the past few weeks. These are small little things, but in the moment, during the day, when this happens, these events are trying/annoying:

So without further ado here are the Lindaisms I hinted about in my previous post. Enjoy.

Lindaisms
- We walk down the hall around the gum. We have to walk around the biggest gum spots. Gum spots are germy. The ground is germy too, so I don't understand the problem.

- We have to walk down the hall also looking up to make sure nothing falls on our head. She was walking down the hall a few weeks ago when something white fell in her hair. It was nearly the end of the world.

- She prides herself on the cleanest trash cans in the school, and the custodians love that she claims. Only paper goes in the cans. Tissues go outside in the big trash can outside of the room as does gum. There are procedures in place as to how to exit the room with your tissue and gum to avoid getting germs on the door.

- Her trash cans can only stay near the door because who needs germs near their desk or work space? She doesn't have a trash can next to her desk which drives me crazy.

- All who enter her classroom have to scrape their feet on the mat at the door so they aren't bringing dirt and contaminants into the room.

- She makes 36 photocopies and separates them into groups of 6 to make them easy to pass out. One time I didn't, and the lecture went like this, "Michael, you photocopied, but you didn't separate them into groups of 6." No, I didn't. "I always like to photocopy and separate the copies into groups of 6 to make sure that the photocopier made 36 copies." I made the comment I usually just trust the photocopier, but the issue with that is that it is wasting paper. Oh, and can you imagine how much extra time this takes to do it Linda's way? I am more a fan of just cutting the papers down the middle and one half of the room gets half, then having the student grab 1 as they're passed around.

- Linda found a vocab game and directions online that she liked. She wanted to print it. She didn't. Why? We must have argued for 15 minutes. The laser printer is too loud, it would waste too much ink (to print out 2-3 pages), and we are conserving electricity. What was the only option? To have me handwrite everything...

- I needed a sharpened pencil. I plugged the electric sharpener on her desk in, and started to sharpen my pencil.
Linda: " Why are you doing that?"
Me: "I need a sharpened pencil."
Linda: "We have hand pencil sharpeners in the student boxes on the table."
Me: "Yes."
Linda: "Well, why aren't you using it?"
Me: "I figured I would use this one rather than to have to hunt one of the student sharpeners up."
Linda: "But the electric one makes so much noise. It also uses a lot of electricity."
Me: "How much electricity? In comparison to what?"
Linda: "Well, the taxpayers are paying for the electricity, and we want to save them money where we can."
Me: "And the pencil sharpener probably costs mere pennies to run a day."

- Linda constantly asks, "you're not going to share my ideas, are you?" I always say no. Why would I? I don't have any other fellow teachers I want to share with. And why would I share Linda's ideas on taking attendance? She counts how many kids are there every period, circles the number when she enters the attendance into the computer, and what good is that going to do me? Why do I need to know 27 kids were there today? Wouldn't it make more sense to know John and Juan were absent? And as long as it is archived somewhere like the computer I really don't care.

Old School Saturday

Feeling the oldies and old school today...

Suavecito- Malo
I guarantee you won't hear this song outside of LA or Texas on oldies radio.
Musical trivia: Did you know lead singer of Malo, Jorge Santana, is Carlos Santana's brother?


There's a Moon Out Tonight- The Capris


He's So Fine- The Chiffons


One Summer Night- The Danleers


At the Hop- Danny and the Juniors

To do or not to do

That is the question

So I haven't really blogged about my student teaching experience. So far it is going pretty well. No issues. Linda and I actually work really well together. No problems- much to my Thursday night prof's dismay. I'm truly blessed. If I had to student teach I am in the best place. My only little minute issue? Lindaisms as I call them. All of Linda's sayings, thoughts, and issues that I deal with day after day. Some of them are quite crazy, and well, out there.

So I want to post them, and I have a few reservations. All of these are true. All of them seem so accusing. All of them seem so pointed, and they're not. These are actual recounts of my everyday. Some of them are REALLY trying as they seem to be such issues at the time, but what can you expect with someone with major OCD? So I'll work at posting them for Sunday because someone needs a laugh, and my mom doesn't get a laugh from them because they're at the expense of her best friend. I'm just saying I feel a little guilty letting everyone get a laugh at Linda's expense- she really is a nice woman as crazy as she is at times.