In five or less headings, shall we?
Teaching: Is going fine. Well, I suppose it's going fine. It's going fine in the sense that someday, when I have my own classroom, as long as I don't opt to put porn on the syllabus, I will be allowed to teach whenever and however I want and that is a freaking GLORIOUS concept. That is what keeps me going. Freedom. I count down daily actually: 55 more days in the classroom under the watchful eye of my mentor teacher who can spot a screw-up in my honor from four classrooms away and will make sure I hear about it, even if telling me means making me cry. WHICH I HAVE DONE. Like a weakling. I need to toughen up. I need to figure out the brass knuckles of the soul. How do you take a hit and just not care? I need life lessons from bad asses and street walkers. Drug dealers and dirty lawyers. When the world seems against you, how do you not end up crying in some terrible high school bathroom stall? WHAT IS YOUR SECRET???
New Website: Is in the future. 55 classroom days away, hopefully. I've come to realize that blogging is my outlet. I live for it, even if no one could care less what I have to say. Music and books: I live to recommend. Complaining: Is my forte. Admitting all my faults while staying mysterious to whomever reads this blog in Australia (hey, thanks by the way): I need it. I bought the rights to my site name (soon to be revealed but my GOD is it kickin) and am currently on the hunt for someone in the area who can teach me how to make an actual website. Please be patient for awesomeness. Just pretend it was like before Titanic came out to the theaters and you bought Seventeen magazine monthly for new shots of Leo and a quick clip about production and you truly thought the movie would NEVER GET HERE and suddenly it did and it was just as fantastic as you had hoped and really, the wait was worth it. Crap, was that just me?
New Tunage: Hit an all time high today. I literally walked around FYE (not my first choice but HELLO, I'm on the west side of Michigan, there aren't a lot of Empire Record-esque options out here) for two hours while the guy at the counter came to collect used cd's from my clutches occasionally so I wouldn't drop them. Clearly, this was just his ploy to get me to buy more because everytime I looked down I only had one or two in my hands but by the time I got to the register there were eleven discs waiting for me and I had to sheepishly explain I don't know how this happened. One iced coffee and the girl loses all of her wits in CD land. I narrowed my choices down to five: Bob Marley (Legend), The Stone Roses (The Stone Roses), The Black Keys (Rubber Factory) Ryan Adams (Easy Tiger) and last but certainly not least, REM (Out of Time). If you're sitting there comtemplating my list and trying to narrow it down to just one fantastic rock-out fest at a time, I insist upon The Stone Roses self titled album. I won't even get into the head-banging that happened in the car on the way home. "This is the One" - really is the one you've been waiting for. They know it and remind you constantly.
My Girls: I miss you. I know that we're starting to get back in the groove of weekly calls and I'm sorry I was MIA for so long but I literally couldn't talk to another soul at the end of every day save for the guy at Taco Bell who knew my order by heart and we needed no words, just a connection of eyes at the drive thru window. I hope beyond hope we do Minneapolis for Halloween again. I've been thinking about costumes since I started texting Kel this morning and have been thinking of epic trios we just might have to take on. Observe:
Three Little Pigs: If anyone can make a snout sexy IT IS US.
Alice, Rosalie and Bella: Kelley read that and spontaneously combusted. I just know it. I hope Target has a good cleaning crew.
Ron, Harry and Hermoine: FINE FINE, I'll be Ron.
Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll: Can we just stop for a second to determine how awesome those costumes would be?
That's all I have for now, but trust me, I have faith we can recreate the crazy of last year, minus Beth asleep on a sidewalk, plus even MORE Jimmy Johns.
Books: Is this even considered a heading? IT IS TODAY because I am in the middle of Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson and never before did I think a novel that told the step by step recovery of a burn victim could be so enticing! Every page I think to myself, "My God will he be debridled again? Will he tell me more about his days as a porn star? (wow, porn mentioned TWICE in this post. Record made!) Will I learn even more about medieval Germany?" Do yourself a favor, do not Google Debridlement because frankly, the book descriptions are enough to make any stomach turn. Get the book, become enraptured, send me a thank-you note on personalized stationery. (I heart personalized stationery hard.)
The bolding of this post was insane. Sorry if the headings exceeded the limit. Pray for my soft-as-cheese soul and please send the name and number of any badasses you can recommend to toughen me up. It's a hardknocks life...well, according to Annie anyway. Perhaps that's what I need. A bad-ass, street wise orphan. My God, what has my life come to?
