i got a message from my 7th grade math teacher, mr. punches, who found me on myspace. it was so neat to hear from him (he's married, teaching in middle school near san jose...he wants you to write him if you were in his class too: www.myspace.com/rspunches), but i realized something a bit trippy. it says on his site that he's 38 and that i had him as a teacher 15 years ago...that means he was 23 when he taught me (i can do math, yes). but 23! he seemed so much older and mature at the time. totally different perspective of how i think of 23 year olds now -- those young bucks.
and for those of you who i told that my summer gig is selling ice cream near the santa monica pier from a limegreen cart with pink polkdots...i was kidding. and when i said that i decided on the ice cream business because i'm a lactard and i won't eat my own inventory away...i was joking. and the thing about having a high-tech cart equipped with a laptop so i can take email orders and track my operations better...i was just joshing with you.
i'm really just telling fortunes on the 3rd street promenade. it's good business for bs-ing about someone's love life.
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