Anesthetize.

Well, I haven't exactly been loyal to my supreme fans (I know that sounds like i'm a prick. But hey, people do read this shit :P). I didn't update this daily like I say I do in my wonderful press releases (see other: status updates). I, for once in my entire life, was actually busy. I got in from work at say, 4 30pm, I had to write up 2 reports, wash my hair (it looked like it used to, ew) make dinner and watch Frasier, clearly. Then it was off to the Pool of life to play a gig with pop sensation Lee Broderick.

Teaching is still going really well, although as implied before, the school does have its fair share of stanely knife wielding ASBO-chavs, however, I get called sir alot, which is immense.

Updates from school, lets see what has been mentioned about me by these passing sprogs.
Today, although my hair was straight and neat, and obviously I looked lavish in a suit, a year 9 girl still managed to mutter "...sweaty goth". I muttered back "sweaty goth with prospects", win.
Since i've been bitten somewhat by some kind of fashion bug (see: mother buying it). I'm wearing a skinny silver tie to work, its rather lovely, and surprisingly, it's been diverting kids attention away from my hair, thankfully. I got a haircut for this job, cock-fags. Stop saying it.
Some lad said "skinny ties are mega" to his mate as I passed, sarcastically of course, however, it was nice. Although one day I was walking to form and some lad actually said "there's something wrong with your tie knobhead!". I'm staying calm so far, but no doubt I will go postal and take out the entire school at some point.
Some girl that looks like Tori Amos (see: ginger) if she fell off her bike a few times keeps sarcastically saying "You're sexy and you know it". I don't compliment her back. I just report her. Ha.

I answer the door and telephone in the staff room now, it's amazing.

Other news, I played a gig, that wen't well. I got slashed off 3 pints and it looked as though Lee and I we're about to kiss a couple of times cause we shared a mic. A poet that I went on a date with once kept poking me, she has probably written a book full of haiku's about it.

My dad emptied a petrol tank in a BP garage.

I wore my diamond treble cleff cufflinks to work today.

One of my tasks at school is to track a student for day, I'm tracking Henry tomorrow, the little Christian boy that reads a mini version of The New Testament and says "good morning" after every sentence, if he tries to convert me i'll throw my shoe at him.

Goodbye,
Charlie S.

P.S. I realise i'm not complaining at the moment, I'm sorry, it would just be about how shit students are anyway, I think that's heavily implied here anyways.