Hooters

So just when I think I am having an awful week and nothing can go right and I just have the worst life ever my little highschoolkid-hating heart of stone manages to crack a bit. Today as a new class was coming into the room to listen to one of my great presentations I happened to hear one of the students go up to the teacher and ask if they were having a guest speaker, she said yes, and then he asked if I would wear "his microphone." My initial thought was that this was just your average smart ass high school guy asking another stupid question so I just glanced toward the teacher to see if she was really taking the kid seriously. I figured he was from an audio or film class and was seriously going to make me wear a Janet Jackson microphone simply for his sick entertainment. But upon glancing at the guy you could tell he was a bit different. He spoke a little slowly and had very large hearing aids in his ears, the teacher explained he was deaf, but had a special device in his ears that would let him hear whoever spoke into this microphone. So I put on the mic and said into it, "can you hear me?" To which he repeated,

"can you hear me now? But, can you hear me now? Can you hear me now, what about now?"

When he realized I had caught onto his joke he began laughing hysterically. So I played back and gave him a sarcastic, "ha ha real funny." And when he looked at me I noticed he was blind, as well. I told him he was a real jokester and I introduced myself, as did he. His name was Kellan Hellar. Okay,no it wasn't, but that, Alanis, is what I would call ironic. Anyway, his name was Kyle and he was born blind and deaf. Talk about making me feel like a real selfish jack ass. Obviously he was different from the other students, but it was clear he was incredibly smart. But as I originally thought, he was a definite smart ass, but the nice kind. As I was washing my hands at the other side of the room getting ready to begin the food demo all of the sudden Kyle yelled out,
"I'm counting the seconds I hear the water drip, you better wash for 30 seconds at least or I'm reporting you."
Apparently his little walky talky picked up sound from across the room. Before I began my demo he politely asked if I wouldn't mind announcing every single thing I was doing so he would be able to picture it in his mind. Anyway, that's that, just one of those situations that kinda makes you think...

But back to the superficial stuff. Like Gaga. PETA is apparently up in arms regarding her little meat dress she rocked at the VMAs. I think they're just pissed because unlike fur, throwing red paint onto a meat dress has absolutely no effect. They probably will start throwing white stuff, like flower, oooh but then they've just basically made a really big chicken fried steak, all they would need is some butter and a pan and they'd have a bomb chicken fried Gaga.

Speaking of fried though, Chris mentioned that we should join the Topekans for Nebraska club...Hmmm. Wanting to be supportive, I said sure. I figured it couldn't be all that bad to go to a bar where you know a bunch of other Husker fans will be, that's always fun. And then he told me where they meet for games. HOOTERS. I've never been to a Hooters, and really don't ever want to go. If I want to see nasty girls serve wings and burgers in shiney orange shorts that show their bottoms I would go to a, uh, well Hooters I guess. But as it turns out I don't want to see that. I feel this choice of location to meet says entirely too much about this group. It either means they used to meet at Applebees but got kicked out for being too wild and rambunctious. Or it means these are Nebraskans from towns such as Pilger, Stanton, Winside ext who have relocated to Peker and are just so damn excited to finally live in a big city with a Hooters they choose to have every special occasion there. Either don't work for me. Sorry. I'm not saying I'm too good for Hooters, because I know many a great stripper began their career there, I'm just saying it's not my cup of titty.