1) Have fallen irrevocably in love with Richard Siken's poetry in all its screwed up glory.
If you are not familiar with the guy, and you have a little time, read "You Are Jeff". Just do it. You don't have to like it, but you should at the very least experience it.
A shorter read is Scheherazade, and that one is so worth a look too. But frick. "You ( Read more... )

Set up my classroom.
(LIKE A BOSS.)

Impressed the principal.
(LIKE A BOSS.)

Planned some lessons.
(LIKE A BOSS.)

Did some unit outlines.
(LIKE A BOSS.)

As you can probably assume from the tone and repetative nature of this entry, I'm doing well. This will have to be re-evaluated Monday afternoon once I've taught my first day of classes.

Being the low woman ( Read more... )

With all this school crap going on right now, I'm growing paranoid as per usual. It's at the point where this is starting to become status quo.

As is my habit when I become paranoid, I pace a lot. And I overthink things. And I drink too much coffee. And I start going over any and all of my fallback plans in minute detail.

1) The Masters in Teaching ( Read more... )

There's two schools that I'm on edge about right now.

The first is the one I was obsessing over previously -- the half online and half in class one. I made it through two rounds of interviews there, and they're supposed to get in touch with me once their school year starts. They're open on the 12th. I'm not going to give them the chance to wait, ( Read more... )

I'm feeling a whole hell of a lot better right now. It's a nice change from the past day or two.

It helps that "Conflict of Interests" has been given the most awesome beta ever by the ever lovely Katt. The final product will be posted soon. Katt was flailing over all the hat-tips I made and a few of the characters I introduced that I haven't ( Read more... )

I must drink coffee.
Coffee is the  mind-waker.
Coffee is the black nectar that brings total awareness.
I will drink my coffee.
I will permit it to pass over my tongue and through my nervous system.
And when the mug is empty I will turn myself to fill it once more.
When the coffee is gone, there will be nothing.
Only wakefulness will remain.

My apologies ( Read more... )

While xenokattz  may blame me for enabling her, I would like to say that she is just as good. Because of her, I may not only end up writing "Eastern Promises" fic (because when we geek, we geek HARD -- the proof is in the pudding, as the idiom goes), but I now have an incredibly huge fandom craving that is entirely her fault.

So, how much do I now want a ( Read more... )

It's funny.

I scribbled four, five pages worth of bitchfest in my paper journal yesterday morning in a fit of pique. I whined about work, paranoia about what people at my jobs think of me, money, my health (which hasn't been great lately), and demanded to know why the universe decided to dump on me over the past couple weeks.

And then I went to ( Read more... )

Managed to trip backwards over a chair in the the theatre and slam the back of my head against our concrete floor. I now have matching swelling at the front and back of my head -- OMG SO SEXY. [/sarcasm] I would bang my head against my desk in frustration, but I question if I can afford the loss of any more brain cells.

Went to see 'Zombieland' ( Read more... )

A brief list, as I should honestly be getting ready.

1) Remember Computer Store Cutie? The one who asked me out for coffee? Well, that went well enough that he's taking me to lunch today. I am cautiously optimistic about this whole thing though vaguely paranoid as well thanks to Arthur and that whole fiasco. Wish me luck, y'all.

2) My copy of "On The ( Read more... )