I recommend Th-th-the King's Spppppeech

Sometime early last year I went to a gallery that hosted an open studio. Everything was provided, including the canvas. That night I was only satisfied with the background, so I tucked it away for a few months, but recently, I've been invited to work in a friend's studio once a week. Time to resurrect it!

Though I'm still not a full-time employee at the museum, I have come a long way since I was hired one year ago. I went through training as a new-hire last December; today, I assisted in training 3 new-hires. I've also worked on public programs like our series of DIY workshops that are bringing in lots of new patrons and allowing me to construct adult projects. I truly love what I do, BUT ("C'mon Simone, let's talk about your big 'but'...") I'm still looking for additional work. So, I've taken a second job doing art projects with awkward 6th graders who have to yell every little thought that creeps into their empty little skulls at the tops of their lungs. Yay!

Um, so, like, I'm excited to report that I'm an auntie! Miss Nova Mitchell Yada was born the day after Thanksgiving:

My niece, Nova, and brother-in-law, De Shion

A new family!

This would be my Mom GLEAMING!

I was able
just for a moment
to float in clean, chlorinated water
and leave my baggage on land
and stare at the blue sky
with my ears deaf to my deadlines

...that sucked but no one reads this anyway...

So it's back to Singletown for me. I really don't know how people meet each other, but I've been trying the online scene again with more crappy results as of late. The pickings are clearly slim:

"... I thought that we could get to know one another and see here it goes. What do you think?"

Here about this: spell check, buddy.

"hey whats up im jason how are you?"

Bored.

[This next one has no photo]

"Despite my outward appearance, I am quite the chameleon. I really think you are quite intelligent and if anything could sprout, it would be a rewarding friendship... Do you get any mails that challenge your stance on religion?"

No, I have not received any mails that challenge my stance on religion but thank you so much for asking.

"Anyway, if you would like to show off your coolness, or see if I rate on your cool meter let me know, thanks Shug!"

I'm not your Shug.

"Hello angel and how are you doing today, My name is [xxx], friends always say i am a nice and a handsome guy,i am loving, caring, understanding, and i love kids.

I like hanging out with friends on my free time, i love singing, dancing, and most of all i love swimming. I must say you are a beautiful woman and i think i like your profile.

I would really like to get to chat with you some day so to get to know more about each other better, once again u are a beautiful angel.

do u have a yahoo or a hot-mail chat ID? here is my yahoo ID [xxx] i hope to hear from u soon.

yours sincerely 

[xxx]

Are you fucking kidding me?!?

"Of you have time: why do you like Tool?"

My profile does not say that I like Tool. Of you had time, you would have noticed that.

"Holy SHIT! Zombies!!!!

Wut are we doing?"

I didn't change a thing on that message.

"hello lets get a bite?? or a nibble..lol"

Perv

"Hello Dexter fan, I know nothing about you but any fan of Dexter is a friend of mine. (creepy that married his sister though)

I wish you well and Michael C. Hall a healthy recovery."

Um, do you not know that actors are not really brother & sister in real life? And you might want to work on forming a complete sentence like we all did in the second grade.

"My name is [xxx] and I am a professional white 50 year old married poly man, and would enjoy chatting with you when you have the time.
Yeah, no.

"Hello..How are you doing?My name is [xxx],I read your profile which was quite interesting,Can we explore ourselves,You Look cute and Lovable.Will love to be a friend.I lost my wife to Cancer last year,I'm searching for a lovely woman to be my life partner.I will be waiting to read from you."

Seriously!? How 'bout you explore yourself. K?

"I recieved your image in a quiver. as I read, we don't have much in common. I'm the scared type that don't cross the line. well whTever, I haven't found much luck in this site any how so here I am. cold and unbroken. messages if yur up to it. meanwhile I'll be looking into the looking glass."

Do keep looking.

It seems like clearly-defined cycles come regularly in my life. Since October, I've gone through tons of changes, fairly quickly. I was pretty settled and happy in Fresno, and I do wish I could have had more with him, but I just know it isn't possible.

I wanted to come back to the Bay, so I moved into my studio in Santa Clara, which was a good starting point. About 2 weeks ago I moved into a house closer to downtown San Jose with my good friend, Karen! If you remember my college days, she was my roommate back when we were both students at SJSU 10 years ago. We've since then gone our separate ways and we recently found ourselves back in the area. It's definitely great hanging out again.

Both of us have been dating on and off, which sounds like it could be fun, but it's really a hassle. We always share details from our crappy dates, such as:

• went to an art gallery only to have the guy say he didn't get any of it.
• the same guy claimed to have seen Edward Scissorhands so many times, he had it memorized but couldn't get past the fact that Vincent Price made a man with dangerous scissors for hands
• another guy walked up to the taco counter and ordered for himself but didn't ask if his date wanted anything
• a guy was noticably high all the time and always looking over his shoulder for cops
• the same guy snuck inside the house to take a few hits while his date sat awkwardly with his friends and their children
• a guy invited his date to dinner and wanted to split the bill (come on, if you invite the person, you take care of the bill. Am I right?)
• another guy would openly rip on people to make himself feel good. He would also look over his shoulder for people who didn't get along with him (AKA people to whom he owed money)
• a guy who was so busy with school, he couldn't even send a text once a week

After several bad ones, I met someone with whom I feel a great friendship. I thought things were pretty awkward and I ended things one night, saying that I just want to be friends. The next day he fought for me and said he'd really like to be together. We've been dating ever since then, and have seen each other practically every day. He's employed, super smart, turned on the charm sarcasm to impress my family, makes me mojitos, and gets along with my friends. So far, so good!

I learned that Erik has also moved on, which hurt at first, but I realized that that was what I needed to really move on. And I'm happy for him! That closure came around the time I moved out of the Lady Cave and I noticed that it helps when there are chunks of things that change at once, as though the 'Cave was my mourning space and now that I'm in a happy house, I'm able to pick myself up instead of shutting myself in. Karen and I have a fun-filled summer planned, so lots more positive updates are coming up!

I updated my LinkedIn profile because I think that's what I should do. Or maybe the reality is that it's just a brainless way to feel like I've been getting stuff done about my sorry employment status. Been having trouble leaving the Lady Cave and cheerfully handing my magic resume to probable employers, so thank you, LinkedIn for the false feeling of productivity.

Though honestly, I wouldn't have remembered you without an "update" email telling me about all the activity my connections are enjoying. And when I say connections, I mean my brother and sisters.

The closest thing that I had to a New Year's resolution was to be less of a hare and more like a tortoise. So far the hare inside my brain has continued to jump out in all directions, causing me to be erratic, spazztic, going a mile a minute, but still overconfident. I'd love to say that I'm focused and taking baby steps to meet my long-term goals, writing a business plan or networking with other artistic professionals, but my turtle is just so cozy in her toasty, warm shell and doesn't want to socialize. And while my tortoise slumbers, my hare leaps out and goes jewelry supply shopping, reads 3 books at a time, ignores piles of receipts thinking the money is still in her account, can't decide which school district to sub for (the one with the easy-to-navigate website or the one closer to home?), tries to make a new business logo but makes one for her own personal blog instead.

But just like the tortoise in making small victories, I have to hand it to myself- the banners look pretty simple compared to what I had before. I normally try to cram in as many stars, swirls, layers, textures, etc. but I stepped back and kept it simple. What do you think?

I have lost my heart To a boy who can't be mine
I have fallen in love, with no use
I don't know how I came to be on this cloud
Thinking about your touch, makes me lose my ground
I want to be in your arms again
Holding hands and never leave but...

All I can do is dream about you and me in never land
But all it is, is a fantasy although it's heavenly
It's a teenage dream,
All wrapped in pink and dotted with hearts

I day dream of, what might and could come
But then the truth creeps up on me
And I begin to cry
I wish we never met, then it wasn't so sad
And I'd stop thinking about you

Dear Air Mattress,

Suck it.

Fondly,
Jo Anne

Awesome story about how I got it, by the way. I was going to get a box spring/mattress for $25. Can't beat that, right? Well, they took someone else's offer and that lead me to this beauty that I got for $10. Yeah, it's 10 x better and less than half the cost. Thank you, Craig. Your list came in real handy.

Still spending time getting my apartment together, and it seems like it is a never-ending task. My priorities are out of whack because I have a place to put my earrings but I'm still sleeping on an air mattress. I need something to double as a sofa and a bed but I have a fear of futons. My tentative plan is to find a twin sized bed and push it up against the wall and stage it as a sofa. Not like I'm going to have people over a lot anyway.

I share a bathroom with a lady who doesn't like to share. She left me a note not to put anything in the trash can. I emptied it and the next day it was upside down. The other day I needed the bathroom but the light was on... for an hour and a half. After knocking and not hearing an answer, I went in and the space heater was cranked up past 80 degrees and both doors were closed. Who is this person??

Been hanging out with old friends and making new ones and at the same time, reconnecting my old friends with each other, creating some sort of hybrid new/old friends. In fact, tonight we hung out downtown for a few hours with my sister getting Indian food, going to art galleries, and finally a second viewing (for me) of The Fantastic Mr. Fox. Oh yes, it IS fantastic.

Still looking for supplemental income. EDD isn't enough so I'll haveta continue the search. Subbing? Waiting tables? Tutoring? Photographing? Private art lessons? Gotta sort it out. I'd rather just be given a large amount of money so I don't have to work for it. Yeah, that sounds perfect.

The other night, my friend and I went to a Photoshop class at the Adobe headquarters. Yeah, I know! We were excited too but when we got there, the first thing we heard was, "Our Mac's are down and so we have to use our PC's. Please be patient because we are having technical difficulties. If anyone here knows anything about audio..." We just laughed at the whole thing because if the people at Adobe have issues, who do they call??

I heard that the Fresno Metropolitan Museum closed its doors for good. They were in a historical building with lots of media attention and was the more popular of Fresno's two museums. My old museum just let the curator go. I'm still shaking my head in disbelief.

It's a bit of an adjustment with small-apartment living. I had gotten used to having a house with other rooms, plenty of cabinets, a 4-burner stove, room for a couch or two, and getting kissed good night. I wish things didn't have to change, but here I am in a teeny studio with the glow of my laptop to keep me company. This is definitely a rough change, but it's one that is necessary.

So far I've spent my time picking up this and that at Big! Lots and/or Target, returning this in exchange for that, and finding these cheaper at the Salvation Army or Goodwill. Some of my new provisions have come for free, donated from a friend who had too much, and what I couldn't use was passed along to someone who needed what I had. I'm rewashing plastic cutlery, sleeping on an air mattress, and storing dishes and food in the same cabinet. I have no room for my beloved records, and am contemplating on where to store them. I'm considering hiding the t.v. as well, but I have too many VHS tapes with me to be so quick to remove it.

I'm getting reaquainted with my new/old area, trying to rethink directions with regard to my new home as opposed to thinking by way of downtown San Jose. I'm half glad that my GPS doesn't work when it's overcast because I usually learn my way around by making a wrong turn.

This Christmas was bitter sweet, being the first one without my Erik, and it was tough on my cousin, whose husband of 18 years left her and their 6 kids. I did get to see my family and make a trip to Magic Mountain (God, X2 is the best ride in the world!!). My mom spent a lot of her time making our gifts, which was really really awesome. I got a hand made photo album:

Dad drove me back up here with my bins of crap on Sunday, most of which I have since unloaded but some of which will not find a home here. Gah, what do I do with all of this crap? I thought I got rid of a lot, but I still do have a lot of items that I'm not willing to part with.

Work is paradise compared to what I've been used to. When the janitor is let go, the exhibitions are taken down due to a roof leak, there's one person left in your department, and the curator is forced to work part time, you know it's bad. Add to that a board that doesn't care and a president whose idea of saving the museum is selling chocolate bars, and I wouldn't be surprised if that place goes under (I'm extremely sorry to say).

P.S. My lazy pinky fingers are being put to work from now on. Did you notice my capitals?

I got a job at my favorite museum, the San Jose Museum of Art! I'm starting out giving tours and I'm hoping that I'll get more involved with all of their other educational programs. I just moved into a studio apt. last week and I'm slowly getting settled in. I've missed my SJ friends! It's nice that the air doesn't smell like cow shit and there's lots more to see and experience. I'm baaaaack!

p.s. I quit my crappy job at Michael's after only 1 day. It sucked ass!

i started my part-time job yesterday and i hated every minute of it. my family is so supportive. they offered their help in getting me fired. aren't they the best??

we're gonna take a family trip on thanksgiving and push aside as many senior citizens as we can at marie calendar's. 8 turkey dinners and 1 vegetarian surprise, please.

i just passed the 1/5 mark with nanowrimo!

...and poor carol hannah. that sucks!!

i just got a second part-time job. it's gonna be a hectic holiday for sure!

it's at michael's craft store. can you say DIS-COUNT?!

i always hated questions they ask on job interviews. "what would you say is your strongest attribute?" "where do you see yourself in 5 years?" "what is your weakness that needs improvement?" "have you ever disagreed with a supervisor?"

that last question made me laugh, because YES i have disagreed with a supervisor because she was a no-good lying whore. i may have mentioned her on this blog, but the details were left out because i feared my job would be in danger. now that i have no job, i've got nothing to lose.

first of all, she was a manager in charge of all of the art instructors. it was her responsibility to train them, substitute when someone couldn't make it to a class, provide materials, sign timecards, and sell the program to new schools. she failed in every aspect, and with a sour look on her face while doing it. she received a call from an art instructor who suddenly fell ill and couldn't make it to her class. the manager's response was, "i would make it out there myself, but my hand is asleep." that wasn't a typo. once when the manager called in sick, she asked this same art instructor to go to a meeting for her and sell the program in her absence. another time when the manager was sick for 3 days in a row, i helped some of the other art instructors who needed it and she flipped out and started crying, saying i was a back-stabber.

do you want to know more? oh, it gets better. the one and only time she actually did substitute for an art instructor, she only covered the first 2 hours and made the instructor drive across town to catch the last hour because she didn't feel like doing all 3 hours herself. the teacher whose class she was in (the regular school teacher) complained that she was unprepared and couldn't control the classroom. in a meeting with the executive director, she lied about making changes to a test that i was disputing. she insisted i had the wrong version of the test and suggested that i missed the meeting where she gave ALL the art instructors copies of the updated version. i asked her for a copy of this updated version and she said no. twice! i asked the other art instructors if they had an updated version and they didn't. then i got in trouble for calling her a liar.

she never trained the new art instructors. they were sent into the classroom with zero training! no talking about the projects beforehand, no preparation for set-up or clean-up, no classroom management ideas - nothing. when we all told her this was why instructors were quitting, she was defensive, saying that she was soooo comfortable in the classroom that she assumed all of us were too. she also assumed that anyone with half a brain could read the lessons on paper and be able to teach the projects without help. after all of us told her in a meeting that we DO need help, she started crying.

the worst thing she did was change the tests in the first place. there were questions on the test that had nothing to do with what we taught in class. she was ok with this, explaining that those things that they don't know yet will be taught to them next year. so it's a good thing for kids to get low test scores because she planned to explain to school officials that their scores are low now, but when we come back next year, they will improve. ok, what school likes low test scores? what school would want us back the next year when their students didn't pass? what kind of teacher would give questions to students that would confuse them and make them feel like they should know the answer?

we had a display wall in the best place we could possibly have it- the office of education. how many teachers and educators go through that building? how many of them would see the museum's successful programs? a whoooole lot, and it had sat there for years. old art projects were in sad frames, the vinyl letters were peeling off of the walls. "resno Art Museum," it read. i told her it needed to be fixed and if she wanted me to do it, i'd be happy to. she basically told me to go away because she already knew about it. why would you know about this shitty wall space and not want to fix it? it was a golden wall! her excuse was that it costs money. not if you have the frames and the art ready to hang. it doesn't cost money to take down old stuff! "it most certainly does cost money," she told me, "because if we damage the walls, we will have to pay for it." number one, we won't damage the walls. number two, it was an art museum!! doesn't she know that there is plenty of spackle lying around?? 4 of us fixed it and it looked fantastic in the end, no thanks to her and her bad attitude.

i challenged her personally and also in front of the executive director. he did nothing to solve the problems and even defended her. "well, you don't know why she doesn't substitute," he said to me. "you're right, i don't know why, but it is on her job description."

and she had me written up for not respecting her.

i guess i just need to write all of this crap out to get it off my chest for good. this is my way of burying it and not complaining about it anymore. the quesiton in the interview sparked that whole chain of memories, which i used to replay in my head at night and wake up angry because my supervisor was a useless wench with a bad attitude. and i'm not afraid of what people say because hardly anyone reads this blog anyway, and it's more of a matter of getting it off my back and like i said, burying it. it's been bothering me too much and yeah, i know i sound like a complainer and unprofessional but it really did affect me. on weekends, i couldn't relax because i had her ugly attitude in my mind.

karma is a boomerang, though, because on her wedding day, during her first dance with her new slave husband, she fell on her ass in front of everyone.

i was in a parade yesterday with my dad and his crew of woodie enthusiasts. it was a veteran's day parade, so we drove down K street along with the marines, marching bands, car clubs, sheriffs, the army, a tank, the A&W bear, majorettes and baton twirlers. i used to scoff at people who weren't in costume when i would see parades, so i figured i would spice it up at least a little bit by wearing a blond wig while i waved from inside of the car. i decided to wear it for the remainder of the day, thinking about what my new identity's name would be. barbara? ashley? blonderella? i finally settled on benjamina. why?

after the parade, i went to pam's to hang out with her and her husband and almost 3-year-old, neptune. i wondered if he would recognize me with a wig, and sure enough he did without acting funny or pointing out that i looked different. i was wearing long shorts (heh heh) with knee-high boots. under the boots, i wore knee socks so that the boots wouldn't chafe. later on that night, we wanted to go for a walk, but i didn't want to wear my boots because i knew we'd be out for an hour or so. pam offered me her sketchers to wear, so i wore them with my knee highs, which went up to my long shorts. anywho, we were out walking and i couldn't help but feel that i had a forefathers look going on. i had a blond wig, glasses, knee highs, and knickers. all i needed was a kite, and i was benjamin franklin, only female, which made me benjamina (pronounced "ven-HA-mee-nah").

also while we were walking along the trail, i heard something and got scared and turned around. pam says she saw me turn so quickly, that my head did a triple-take while my wig stayed facing forward. it was only a jogger from behind us. d'oh!

i've been trying to stay busy every day, applying for jobs, filling in at the shop, reading. i finished midnight in the garden of good and evil this morning, and i'm looking for another book to start.

i applied for one job in particular that sounds awesome, and i got a response saying i was qualified, and to click the link below to verify that i was still interested, but i got a "page not found" when i clicked it. i tried 2 other ways to contact them, but haven't heard a word. i'm continuing to hold my breath. i was thinking of applying for a seasonal job, maybe at the mall. god, i hate the mall during the holidays, but i gotta do something.

i bought a laptop today, using a new account at best buy, which will allow me to finance it with no interest for over a year. i hate putting myself deeper in the hole, and i had gone there thinking i'd get the cheapest one and nothing else, but then i upgraded a bit and found one that really feels nice and has everything i need. i plan to use it frequently in my job and housing searches. i feel guilty using it. i felt buyer's remorse as i left the store. i shouldn't be adding to my debt, but then again, if this will help me get out of it... eh, i'm already screwed, so why not? i spent 2 hours at the store, talking to every salesperson there and texting my computer expert brother while typing "it's like unraveling a cable knit sweater that someone keeps knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting..." in wordpad to get a feel for the keyboards. i finally left with a toshiba.

crappy halloween.

i had to cancel my road trip plans because there is yet another hold placed on my unemployment checks. but i am grateful for parents who let me stay with them and also work at the shop temporarily. in addition to that, i have two teachers who want me to teach in their classrooms, so i'm at least earning something.

it's been a day and i miss erik already.

...heartbroken...

i got the phone that i've been eyeing for $40 less by getting it at radio shack instead of my carrier's store. not bad!

we've been super busy moving and packing. sunday is officially "D-day."

not looking forward to it at all.

trying to keep my composure is the hardest thing to do right now. i'm packing, then stopping to get ahold of myself, then running off to san francisco, then back to the house to cry again.

i just can't stand that i keep going through these cycles - no money, no job, no home.

i wish i could be more optimistic, because i'm the one who's making these big changes, but it's hard to when i just feel so lost.

i need to hit the "reset" button and stop trying to be a rabbit and be more of a tortoise.

huge changes are coming, once again. i won't be in fresno too much longer.

details will come soon.

it's not even 3:00 and i've been PRODUCTIVE today! i listed two new items on etsy, made a post on my cheapskates blog, took some photos for a book i'm illustrating, and made a few errands, all without checking facebook even once. what's with me today?

it's been a horrible week. things hadn't been going well at the museum - enforced monday and tuesday furloughs, the board making ridiculous decisions, including cuttng any program that's not funded by a grant. that includes school tours, art camp, family day, and teaching art lessons in the classroom. so basically, EVERYTHING that i do was taken away. kim had been on vacation for 2 weeks, and the day she left, i kind of felt our department coming to an end.

last wednesday was kim's first day back after her vacation, and erika was let go. she's *such* a hard worker, who juggled more than her fair share of the workload and had just gotten out of a meeting with a partner organization, establishing what her duties would be for an upcoming program. immediately after making plans, she was terminated. our only groundskeeper/maintenance man was let go. a dear person from curatorial was interrupted as she was putting together the current exhibit was asked to pack up. and i was asked to go too.

none of us had any time to wrap up what we had been working on. we all took our final checks, signed a paper, and left for good. i had saved some email addresses from parents of my students, and later bid them farewell and encouraged them to make sure their kids kept being creative.

what pisses me off is that now they are discussing keeping two of my programs alive, even though they aren't funded by a grant. they are also looking into getting a budget crisis team to actually *help* the museum, as opposed to making more cuts. they also reinstated working mondays and tuesdays. i had been there for exactly one year.

it was posted on the fresnobeehive.com and there's a link if you missed the original front-page story. lots of comments posted.

The Closet

The Closet
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nerding out at comic-con

...some people we spotted: thurup van orman (creator of the misadventures of flapjack), TIM BURTON, henry selick (director of nightmare before christmas and coraline), stan lee, and if you like celebrities, i guess i saw eva longoria, elijah wood, and jennifer connelly. but did you get that we saw TIM BURTON!?

what sucks about these group discussions, though, is that the quality of the forum depends on the quality of the questions that fans ask. there were too many people getting up and saying, "ummm my mom really likes your show..." or -god, i hate this - "i'm an aspiring animator. what advice do you have for me?"

you'll see in the photos that there were some fans at the flapjack toys table who wanted erik's autograph on their luggage tags and/or toys. he's a little celebrity!

of course, we had to meet up with mike and all the bears, who are a total gas! we drove around SD in a convertible shouting along to the muppets songs. doesn't get any gayer.

we attended a screening of the documentary called scribble.08, where we saw some great artwork and talked briefly to tim biskup!

i felt that it was important to make a public statement about our cuts at the museum. not only are we reduced to only working 3 days a week, but our dental and life insurance has been cut. the board is also talking about making more layoffs.

this was on the front page of the fresno bee yesterday:

Fresno Art Museum cuts jobs, hours

you know, with all this talk about health insurance, i have to wonder if they are going to do anything about how much doctors and hospitals CHARGE. sure, there are arguments about how much of the bill insurance will or will not cover, but what if hospitals only charge $300 for stitches instead of $3,000?

a new art camp started last week, and my students took a little while to warm up to each other, but now they are really casual and talkative. one boy in my class (i'll call him dale), is a home-schooled snarky kid who, on the second day of class, put red paint on his neck while carrying a piece of glass and made me do a double take. he's somewhere between the class clown and the cool guy on campus, and he knows it. it's pretty obvious that a girl likes this boy (we'll call her amanda) because she'll stretch her never-shaven legs out next to him, blurts out irrelevant things, and always likes his art the best. i swear it's like i'm reliving my pre-teen years all over again.

this week, however, we throw into the mix a new girl, who is heavy competition. she's the bossy type of girl who has 7 ponies, plans to drive a red convertible when she's 16, and tells her friends what they should do and how they should feel. she's a rule-breaker not to be rebellious, but to make the teacher question the rules after a convincing proposal in a baby voice and batting some eyelashes. whatever, kid.

so needless to say, amanda keeps her distance from (ashley) because she's been interfering with her scheme to get dale's attention. but ashley has been laying on the charm pretty thick, bragging about this or that. then one day, her mom will bring snacks for the class, and the next day, the other girl's mom will bring better snacks for the class. the next day, one is sitting next to his usual seat and the following day, they are both sitting next to his usual seat. comments are getting more snide and more personal as each day goes by:

"why do you always have to be out of your seat?"
"why do you bring your backpack every day?
"why are you talking to dale?"
"how come your shirt has a hole?"

i've been very sympathetic toward the awkwardness and watching attempts for attention fail horribly. in a few years, i'd say dale would be more into amanda than ashley, only because he will have made out with ashley and realize that ashley is a fraud. deep down, he prefers brains over silly lip gloss any day.

IT'S FREE SLURPEE DAY!