It's not that I don't really love you; it's just that I don't really know.

I really feel like things with the Boyfriend crew have probably crossed a few different lines at this point. That having been said, I can't really be bothered to do anything about it.

There's been a lot of hubbub lately over one particular members' girlfriend, and how she's "loud, no manners, like man". The others claim not to like her, but today she was texting one of them, instead of her boyfriend, which was causing some drama. The boyfriend told me that he had ignored her text at first, and then she had answered the other guy's text before answering his. I asked why he ignored her to begin with, and that's when this little gem tumbled out:

"Teacher. With girl, must push pull."

"....I'm sorry. What did you just say?"

"With girl, must push pull. Means..."

"I know what it means. Where did you get that from? You're too young for that."

"No Teacher! True!"

"Yeah, yeah I know it's true... but push pull is dangerous. You know that?"

"How dangerous?"

"Just remember -- no matter how smart you are, girls are smarter."

"Huh?"

"Girls. Are smarter. Than you. Look. You pushed and now she's texting your friend. She can push pull, too."

The long and the short of it was, I ended up talking to her on video phone. Now. The boys are not supposed to have their phones out at school, but seeing as I was partaking in a little lunchtime texting of my own, I didn't feel like I could really get on them about that. However, video calling with their girlfriends might be going a bit far.

Ho hum. Remember, at least, while you're judging me, that I don't teach these boys anymore and won't again.

The other thing is that the boys found out last week that I have a peculiarly wide knowledge of the zodiac, and have been coming in to ask me what their signs mean. Of course, we've mixed this up with blood type as well. My only little AB is a little shorty who they all know I love, being that he's the constant target of my "Liz Teacher likes short men" speeches. What can I say? Ages ago, he did magic tricks for me, and he's been the apple of my eye ever since. They're always trying to tell me things to dissuade me from favoring him. Today they told me that, this weekend, he shouted derogatory things at a police officer and then ran away.

Now my boys know that generally, I do not approve of bad manners, so they were particularly crest-fallen when I found this funny, instead of appalling. "Teacher he no manners guy! Oh!" I told them I don't like policemen anyway.

And then the inevitable happened.

"What kind man teacher like?"

"...."

"Teacher like this kind?" Pointing to my little shorty crush.

"Yeah. I like that kind."

Shorty: "Assah!"

"OH NO! HE NO MANNERS GUY TEACHER!

"Teacher like A, AB! Why Teacher no like B? B best! A not active. A boring."

"My friend says I am like type A, anyway. Maybe that's why. We're the same."

"Oh! Teacher not A. Teacher B."

"No no no. I'm B in the classroom. But really, I'm A."

"OH NO! Teacher not A. I can't believe it."

In the background, my two A type students are quietly sweeping up, which is what they are all supposed to be doing, given that it's the cleaning period.

"You know what? I like this type of man. Right here. These As. Doing what they are supposed to be doing instead of screaming in my face. What good men!"

"TEACHER NO! THEY VERY BORING GUY! OH! NOT ACTIVE! NOT ACTIVE! OH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

"No. This is what I like. Look. They are doing all of YOUR work."

"They not even talking Teacher! Why Teacher like?!"

"그냥."

"OH!"

At the moment, I've having a hard time organizing this weekend. Mostly because absolutely everything wants to happen on Saturday. I should consider what my priorities are, but in the end it all comes back to, my priorities are not breaking commitments, even if I really want to.

And my week is filling up rather quickly as well. Now, I'm taking advantage of my time at home to give the apartment a good (and much-needed) scrub down, as I don't know when I will have the chance again. And today, of course, I found out that tomorrow is some lame-ass business trip with the VP and P, which should be boatloads of fun. I'm having a great time, by the way, shocking Coteacher with my foreknowledge of these things, because I'm finally starting to be able to read the cool messages we all get in our in boxes at work. They are cool because the program is called "cool messenger" -- not because they are actually cool, by the way.

Oh. And The Baby started texting again today. I ignored it for the first four hours, and then I caved. Still can't bring myself to make any kind of elaborate, enthusiastic reply. But I can't bring myself to just ignore him either. I did tell him that I'm not really going out or drinking much anymore, that I want to focus on other things (and people) for a while. This comes on the tails of me chastising him muchly, when we were alone for the first three hours of his birthday, about his daily drinking habits, which I see as borderline alcoholic, and extremely (emotionally) dangerous for someone of his age -- no twenty year old should be downing a six pack or two bottles of soju in their house alone every single night of the week, and then drinking themselves silly (often alone) at bars on others. Something's not right with that.

He responded, in kind, that he's also focusing on other things, for the time being. Well I hope that, at least, isn't a lie.

Zing.