No Barge No
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Because I do have some self-respect left dawdling in me, I will return to my weight loss days—the abandonment of which has snowballed into the daily bingeing of years pastohgodohgodIhavetostopeatingmyfeelings—tomorrow, Sunday, April 8, 2007. Papa Jeesas will rise, the Easter Bunny will hide his eggs in the nether regions of malls and hotels, and I will seriously start preventing my return to Marge the Large Barge-dom.
And yes, that really was my nickname in high school. Children, can you say “scarred for life?”
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Merc and I were playing a little basketball this morning, and a bum shot of mine accidentally bust a water pipe in our backyard. The ball bounced against this garden faucet and the pipe burst open in different places. We tried to tame the many strong sprays of water with electrical tape because we’re girl-morons that way, which, of course, didn’t work. We tried searching for the main water switch instead, and that didn’t work either, although I enjoyed seeing the house from a plumber’s perspective. So many, many, many pipes. Delicate creatures, houses.
I’m not exactly sure how the problem was remedied since my uncle took over after a bit. He looked as perturbed as we were when tinkering with the pipe, but he had way more gumption, I think. Anyway, the backyard’s dry now so hooraywoohoo. Either my uncle did find a way to fix the pipe, or he up and left it so the whole ground floor could just dry up. There’s a way out of everything.
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Speaking of ways out, I received a text message today announcing the death of Botin, our high school science teacher. Big, gay bear of a man. One of those guys who only pretend to be all gruff and bad-ass when they’re really dependent on their Aiza Seguerra CDs to put them to sleep at night. He’s been very sick for a few years now, so I guess it’s a good thing that he passed away.
He was a nice guy. He only faked being a Chem and Physics Nazi. And he let me have liver spread on pan de sal some mornings. And when my Chem group stopped him at the last minute from drinking our lab-made pineapple wine which I had inadvertently poisoned with mercury from the thermometer because I thought I could help out with the stirring since just checking the temperature was too fucking dull a task dear god was I antsy that morning and the group decided to just bottle the tainted stuff and let it ferment along with the other groups' wine because we wanted a grade, he just laughed it off. We almost killed him but he was okay with it. Now, he’s actually dead. I would like to wish him an afterlife with Pagdating ng Panahon on loop, please. This will probably be the only time I will wish this with good intentions.
posted by marguerite @ 10:36 PM
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