cranberry orange scones and tornados
maybe i'll invent a mixed drink called cranberry orange tornado. it would brighten up my day. and what a dreary day it is.
sometimes i find it hard to incorporate all things present in my life together. i have been meditating on this for several days now. like how to balance the gloom of the day with the immense healing that took place over the weekend. how to accept whatever issues i have with loneliness and counteract them with the artistic inspiration they bring. how to allow all my internal stillness that i have worked really hard to erect and maintain to stay intact while my external bizziness runs rampant. perhaps this is the source of my recent bipolarity.
i have heard rumors in regards to school closing early due to tornado watches and warnings. (what's the difference, really?) it would be a great feat, i feel; but perhaps that is only because my menstrual cramps are dictating that i go home and sit my butt on the bed and eat chocolate and draw sad ponies. or porch it and be all pretentious with my knees curled under my chin as i pontificate the swirling van gogh sky in big fluffy slippers with a cup of indonesian tea. i don't really want school to close down today, and i don't really want to get my hopes up about it because well there is no point in that. my classes are great and my kids are wonderful and i actually ENJOY to no extent being at this school, and this year i have planned enough to make my classes a lot less demanding of my exhaustion. so i don't really want school to end, i just want to continue my internal contemplation of my plight in life and that can be hard to do when there are 90 students vying for your attention all day long.
and it would be nice to go home and finish the mound of grading i started last night; easy grading as it may be, it is still incredibly tedious.
ok yeah, tornadoes and hurricanes cometh to me for only the duration of the day; and really only threaten to be dangerously deviant; please don't destroy any body i love's stuff or self.
i suppose i should go be productive now. envelop myself in that adult self.
hmmm
sometimes i find it hard to incorporate all things present in my life together. i have been meditating on this for several days now. like how to balance the gloom of the day with the immense healing that took place over the weekend. how to accept whatever issues i have with loneliness and counteract them with the artistic inspiration they bring. how to allow all my internal stillness that i have worked really hard to erect and maintain to stay intact while my external bizziness runs rampant. perhaps this is the source of my recent bipolarity.
i have heard rumors in regards to school closing early due to tornado watches and warnings. (what's the difference, really?) it would be a great feat, i feel; but perhaps that is only because my menstrual cramps are dictating that i go home and sit my butt on the bed and eat chocolate and draw sad ponies. or porch it and be all pretentious with my knees curled under my chin as i pontificate the swirling van gogh sky in big fluffy slippers with a cup of indonesian tea. i don't really want school to close down today, and i don't really want to get my hopes up about it because well there is no point in that. my classes are great and my kids are wonderful and i actually ENJOY to no extent being at this school, and this year i have planned enough to make my classes a lot less demanding of my exhaustion. so i don't really want school to end, i just want to continue my internal contemplation of my plight in life and that can be hard to do when there are 90 students vying for your attention all day long.
and it would be nice to go home and finish the mound of grading i started last night; easy grading as it may be, it is still incredibly tedious.
ok yeah, tornadoes and hurricanes cometh to me for only the duration of the day; and really only threaten to be dangerously deviant; please don't destroy any body i love's stuff or self.
i suppose i should go be productive now. envelop myself in that adult self.
hmmm