I’m so tired of writing lesson plans.
I’m so tired of writing lesson plans.
Yeah, like from an innie to an outie. You know, I posted something on twitter about this a few weeks ago and someone, who I do not know, asked me to post pictures. I didn’t. That just doesn’t do it for me. Is there some subculture out there that has a deep appreciation for this ability?
Ummmm…I don’t know how I do it. With my fingers? I can’t remember not being able to do it, so I’m not really sure how I discovered that I could do it. Like I said, I thought everyone could do it and it was just so usual that we never spoke about it.
My summer roommate is moving in right now. I’m not used to living with a person in my room, but she’s really cool so it will probably be awesome.
Happy Time to be Alone Because I Don’t Smoke Pot Day!!!
The only thing I smoke is clowns like you on the b-ball court.
NO iTUNES YOU CAN NOT UPDATE RIGHT NOW JESUS CHRIST YOU UPDATE YOURSELF MORE THAN MADONNA
Watching SNL with Anthony after a few rum beverages, so it’s significantly better.
I don’t know why we don’t have a radio show.
We’re like…verbal night bloggers.
Feeling better. Much better. Not all the way at all, but much. I have amazing friends and things could be so much worse and sometimes half of my brain likes to forget.
I’m going to go eat a cookie now.
Also, stress barfs are real.
What could have possibly been a mental health day is now definitely a stay at home or vomit everywhere day. I feel like I’ve failed my students.
Then again, I’ve been almost vomited on twice, so I’m assuming that they’ll appreciate my absence.
I’m currently trying to write my lesson plan for tomorrow. It’s not working out very well. For some reason I’m going blank on everything. Content, ideas, timing. It’s all flown out of the window. I should be a lot more bothered than I actually am. I’ve tried watching Jeff Who Lives At Home for some mental stimulation and background noise. I couldn’t pay attention to that either. So its looking like I currently can’t concentrate or be distracted.
This whole my-mom-caring-about-me thing is something I haven’t quite gotten used to. Today she asked me how school was going and I told her that my grades are right where I want them and my only concern is my fiscal security. She then told me that I don’t need to worry or get stressed out about that because she could pay for everything this summer and towards the end of the semester if I get low on cash. She says she knows that I’ve been working hard and that it’s difficult to get a job when no one around where I live is hiring and I don’t have a car, plus my rent doesn’t cost much and I don’t spend money frivolously.
While all of these things are true, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that my mom WANTS to help me out. I told her that I feel bad asking for money and she was …surprised. Then again, my brother expects her to pay for everything and provide for him even though he’s 20 years old and has a job. She says that she knows I’m trying and someone that works this hard shouldn’t have to worry so much about life.
It’s refreshing. Finally the universe is sending me help when I need it, and it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Seriously, this everything-will-be-okay bullshit was running me thin. I don’t end up okay. Okay doesn’t happen to me. Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I have a sad life.
That’s okay. Things are finally looking up.
Change is good. Change is natural. Change is unruly.
I’m actually looking forward to dinner with my family today. Relish in the moment. I’ll probably never say that again.
I have homemade peanut butter brownie bars in the oven right now.
Just changed my blog theme. I’m thinking about changing my URL as well. Smart teenage me decided to use the same URL name for facebook and twitter and I just don’t need those things, in any way, connected.
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So I took this picture…