Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Miserable Comforters Are Ye All

All you office types, writing about how you spend all day sucking ass in a corporate hell and then coming home to jack-off to Internet porn and have a TV dinner, you fuckers have it lucky:

I had to listen to the song MEMORY from the musical CATS THREE TIMES in my last lesson today. It was a listening activity -- students had lyrics with errors, the first time was to locate the error, the second time to correct them, and the third time to check. I probably could have gotten away with two times, but I figured it might clear my sinuses out, if nothing else.

- Memory Lyrics

See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

A new day has begun

* * *

It would fit my life perfectly, if it had a line about peeing in the sink, and the fact that my testicles hang down about an inch lower than they used to.

P.S. Check out the English Teacher X Sucks blog for the latest post -- pretty fucking funny if I do say so myself.


Gap Kid said...

Yawn. I prefer to hear your tall-tales than these boring 'real-life' pieces of stinking bull-crap.

Just remind me old are you again?

And where do you work?

OK, thanks.

Anonymous said...

Hey... It(englishteacherx sucks) shows your EnglishtecherX Profile. If you are going to put up an anti-site... at least change the profile.

Anonymous said...

hah, he obviously has too much time on his hands ~ such a waste

English Teacher X said...

For fuck sakes, I said quite clearly a few posts back that I made the Anti-English Teacher X site myself!

Gap Kid said...

Same old X. Always taking credit for other's actions.

I set it up as a creative avenue, a way to release the bile and festering dislike I have for you and all malformed, can't cut it at home, lumpen drawves, paraplegic, rum-riddled, liver pickled, fat, bald pieces of after-birth.

I can 100% prove this fact X, as we both know. The other Blog is created and maintained by me....just check the contact details. Any new posts on there are obviously written by me. They don't have your imprint do they?

Anonymous said...

So you were gap kid all along? I feel so violated... and confused about why you would be your own flamer.

Gap Kid said...

I actually have a grammatical query for any of you spasticated, jibbering, quivering, sweaty, gin-ruddied old has-beens out there in Cyber-Land.

In my previous, incredibly well-written and verbose post, I called you all dwarves, but I don't know the correct tense or ending for this verb?

How would one form the disease or abnormality of dwarfism into that tense ( I dont even know the name of it)

So if I am saying that you are red-faced, acne-scarred pieces of afterbirth, how would I slot in dwarfism into that sentence correctly?

Is it Dwarfish? Dwarven ? Dwarfed?

Help me please you masters of language.

Anonymous said...

lol college drop outs go to teach English and then believe themselves to be English professors, what a wonderful fantasy some live in -=]

ETOL'G said...

Well that last young ingrate has incredibly bad grammar and laguage skills. I would guess that she, for I do believe that no man would write like that, dropped out of high-school to live with Tumakrash, the moody, but strangely good-looking young Chabashish server from Abdul's Curry-a-Porium in Downtown West Virginia.

Terrible sentance construction.

Final Grade = C-

English Teacher X said...

Hysterical. . . it's a riddle wrapped inside a mystery inside an enigma, just like Churchill said about Russia. . .

Anonymous said...

haha only an anal retentive wannabe would worry about sentence structure in a comments area. Wait a minute, did I say "sentence"?

Here is a hint to the wannabe etol'g; if you are going to try an act "superior", at least try and spell the word correctly, doing otherwise pretty much makes you devoid of all credibility. I understand you are trying very hard and for you it is a valiant effort, however, do us all a favor and adjust your own "laguage" skills.

A for effort (considering the source)
D- for plausibility (you are trying to hard)

Eng Teacher X - the key to the riddle is interest, of which there is none -=]

English Teacher X said...

It is funny how much fun you can have making up multiple personalities and arguing with yourself.

Oh God I'm miserable and pathetic.

english teacher x said...

No you're not.


Anonymous said...

yeah the man that likes to talk and argue with himself -=x

English Teacher X said...

It's the dogs, my damn neighbor's dog that makes me do all these things. Please stop me before I blog again!