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I know I haven't done this in quite some time...there really isn't anything to say, but I'm bored and in the mood to write, so here it goes.
I'm regretting not getting my shit in order in time to student teach this semester. I guess that's what relationships do to you. School is very frustrating because I'm ready to be out...of CSU, of Fort Collins, of being told what to do.
I do enjoy my last Ed class...I'm helping out the Orchestra teacher at FCHS, and she is engaged to one of my good friends. I've definately gone out drinking with her before, so it makes it much more comfortable, and the kids are awesome. On the other hand, I hate Percussion Ensemble and my lessons and I'm not going to be ready for my recital.
The pizza place I worked at went out of business, so I'm looking for a job. Half-heartadly. It's so nice being home for dinner every night, and even nicer that the kids are excited I'm home for dinner every night.
The place I live: enjoying it. I live with this family I met through a friend, and I used to babysit for them. Drew and Delaney (ages 12 and 10) are great, and Kerrie, their mom, knows that I'm gay and is perfectly cool with it. Plus the house is huge and did I mention home-cooked meals? And puppies?
Onto the love life...ever been in love with someone who only loves you as a friend but wants to cuddle and kiss you every once in a while? She broke her leg really badly, so that cut down on the cuddling and kissing, but it still sucks, not knowing which role to take on which day. One day I feel like I'm flying and that I'm adored, like last night when she was touching my face and explaining my nickname, doll face, and the next day I've been moved down to "Oh yeah I kinda know that girl." But tell me to leave her alone and I can't, because she's one of the only friends I have left up here that actually calls me.
And I've having freaky dreams about the hurricane. Not so much the hurricane but the flooding. Ashley is even safe and sound in Texas now, but I'm still afraid...could you imagine not even getting to go to your first day of school at Tulane and knowing you're never going to see it again?
I've complained a lot in this entry, and it was only going to be a short one. Oh well...if you read it you read, which probably know one will anyway!
I'm regretting not getting my shit in order in time to student teach this semester. I guess that's what relationships do to you. School is very frustrating because I'm ready to be out...of CSU, of Fort Collins, of being told what to do.
I do enjoy my last Ed class...I'm helping out the Orchestra teacher at FCHS, and she is engaged to one of my good friends. I've definately gone out drinking with her before, so it makes it much more comfortable, and the kids are awesome. On the other hand, I hate Percussion Ensemble and my lessons and I'm not going to be ready for my recital.
The pizza place I worked at went out of business, so I'm looking for a job. Half-heartadly. It's so nice being home for dinner every night, and even nicer that the kids are excited I'm home for dinner every night.
The place I live: enjoying it. I live with this family I met through a friend, and I used to babysit for them. Drew and Delaney (ages 12 and 10) are great, and Kerrie, their mom, knows that I'm gay and is perfectly cool with it. Plus the house is huge and did I mention home-cooked meals? And puppies?
Onto the love life...ever been in love with someone who only loves you as a friend but wants to cuddle and kiss you every once in a while? She broke her leg really badly, so that cut down on the cuddling and kissing, but it still sucks, not knowing which role to take on which day. One day I feel like I'm flying and that I'm adored, like last night when she was touching my face and explaining my nickname, doll face, and the next day I've been moved down to "Oh yeah I kinda know that girl." But tell me to leave her alone and I can't, because she's one of the only friends I have left up here that actually calls me.
And I've having freaky dreams about the hurricane. Not so much the hurricane but the flooding. Ashley is even safe and sound in Texas now, but I'm still afraid...could you imagine not even getting to go to your first day of school at Tulane and knowing you're never going to see it again?
I've complained a lot in this entry, and it was only going to be a short one. Oh well...if you read it you read, which probably know one will anyway!