coming of age.

i think i may have come of age. i'm not sure just at what moment exactly it happened, but i recently realized that i am looking forward to sushi tuesday more than halloween. there could be a couple of reasons for this. perhaps i got my fill of halloween parties this past weekend. they were fun, no doubts allowed, but it is true that i saw more than my fair share of men wearing lingerie or speedos or depends. the guy wearing lingerie took me so aback that i think i shook his hand for a solid ten seconds before telling him my name when he introduced himself to me. it was too much for my faint-of-heart.

but maybe i haven't come of age at all. there is the possibility that the parties last weekend just partied me out, and i need a restito. more though, i just like the idea of sitting down with some friends, some crispy rolls, some edamame, some wasabi, you know, and some chop sticks. surely chopsticks are a sign of coming of age.

the return to innocence

my home teachers just left a few minutes ago, and now we are listening to "return to innocence" by enigma. home teachers are just like people like the rest of us but they keep tabs on you and teach you good gospel principles in the mean time. i think our home teachers may be a little creeped out. they saw my pet beetle, bing, and the questions started. "what does he eat?" "will it hurt me?" "where did you get that?" etc. and then of course, the topic of the black widow comes up, inevitably. this is where people generally start thinking we are weird. so i mainly blame the black widow keeping on amy, but i know in my heart that i love my beetles, and that the widow is pretty neat, but one of those deadly types of neat that makes one keep her distance. but the black widow really does belong to amy, so its not like i am blaming her, it is more like i am giving her total responsibility, and i hear that is good for the kids. and then we started listening to "return to innocence." this song is generally misunderstood by the masses. or should i just say that i don't understand it? they start out with some early nineties guy singing, throw in the native american chants, and then we are supposed to draw some deep meaning from it. are they saying we should go back to sacagawea's time? or the early nineties? i will admit that the chanting is fun to sing along to, or make up your own words. and its ok to make up your own words. ay yaay yay o why ay ay ya i i why o why. and its ok because not many understand those native american languages. those germans sure didn't in world war ii.

our pun'kin

for fhe the other night, as classically dictated by the season and lack of other ideas, pumpkins were carved. (which reminds me of this little boy who asked his mother in church how chipmunk was spelled and she said, "chipmonk," as if she knew, or was giving props to her time in the buddhist monastery) i got there late because i had a study group with some spanish class folks, and then i took a test. (which reminds me, as we were sitting in my dad's office, at about 7:10 pm, this creepy middle-aged man slowly opened the door, slithered his head around the door to see us, and then said, "you know, the lights will be cut at 8 o'clock." Creepsy.) Anyhow, i make a stop at fhe, and i see that people are doing intricate carvings of rumpshish plumpshish orange pumpkins. then i see my sister. she has cut two holes, about the size of the circumfrence of a shot glass, and a slit for a mouth. done. activity: accomplished. he becomes an instant celebrity and all try to talk to him. i left fhe, but a few minutes later i see his face coming up the stairs, wanting to talk to me. he was set on the bookshelf in the living room. yesterday, after about 5 days of sitting there, i went over to talk to him, look him over. i lifted his top. it was woven onto his skull with strands of gray-green mold. he's also developed an underbite and taken up smoking. i guess even pumpkins are mortal.

gushman aksed for this, but i can't help but feel like i am being led along by a waxen cord down into blog pergatory. so i guess this will be kind of stintish.