The Malicious Monocle

Another video.

I’ve seen pictures and video of one of the other events this group did. This one is just awesome in its simplicity and execution. I wish I could join in with some of their events.

  I did actually take some time to relax a little this weekend, but most of the holiday weekend was spent doing homework and trying to get everything done before the end of the semester. I managed to finish out two assignments this weekend and get the nitty gritty of a third out of the way as well. So, that should leave me with approximately 3.5 assignments left to do before I’m free for a few weeks to kill off some brain cells before student teaching.

I ran into a guy I used to know from college last week as well. I found out his daughter is a student at the school I’m doing my student teaching at and she is in the right grade. I have no idea which classrooms I’ll be in though, so I couldn’t tell him if I was going to be teaching his daughter. I’ll have to see if I recognize his last name if I see it on the class roster. Considering I can’t remember what his name is currently, I figure I have a 50-50 shot of recognizing it if I see it written down.

How will I celebrate the end of the semester and the fact that I have given my current place of work notice? I will be getting together with a friend to watch the Series 3 Doctor Who episodes we missed and maybe play some Wii. I love it when girls ask me to bring my Wii over to their place to play. It just seems… titillating somehow.

Clearly I am also running into some fun insomnia with the end of the semester as it is half-past one in the morning and I’m awake.

Don’t Blink!

 Sleep is not coming easily tonight. I don’t know why, but it isn’t that unusual of an occurrence for me. I get my insomniac tendencies from my mother. When she gets insomnia, we get cinnamon rolls or other baked goods in the morning. When I get insomnia, all that happens is I get a lot farther or finish whatever book I’m reading.

Orangutan’s plan worked. The monocle helped him duped the good people at the market and his poor vegetables sold just as well as any others that day. Even Zebu seemed happy to plod back to their home village with a much lighter load. Feeling superstitious, Orangutan left the monocle on until Zebu and he were in the jungle. He then polished it on his luxuriant, orange fur and placed it in the silver carrying case his wife, Macaque had given him for the monocle on their wedding anniversary.

Meanwhile back in Patna, Rhesus slumped to the ground in the alley as Mongoose pulled a linen cravat from Rhesus’ now broken neck. Mongoose’s cruel cravat had done it’s duty and killed another supporter of Elephant. He knotted around his neck and exited the alley whistling through his gleaming canines.