Happy Birthday, Mr. President...
Teehee, I'm reading a smutty regency romance between parent-teacher conferences. Twitter giggle snerk.
Well, this is it, guys. My last day of being 23. For once, the birthday is actually hitting home a little. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm employed in an actual CAREER for the first time in, oh, ever. Being responsible is so overrated.
Parent teacher conferences have been going well. But I had some parent schedule a conference for my last block at 6pm. A pox upon him *waves a fist*. I'm glad I cooked like a MADwoman last weekend and therefore have scrumdiliumptious food I can pull out of the freezer and zap in the oven or microwave and have, behold! a meal. But as for the conferences, lots of positive feedback and no parents of problem children have attempted to make excuses for their child. And that's good. It means we can work together.
The high holidays start next week. And I get to do my bi-weekly lesson planning at Java Monkey a la Old Timey Fiddle Jam style tonight. Not that I don't live there already, but it's the principle of the thing, you know? I may treat myself to a glass of wine and a slice of cake as a small private birthday celebration before I plunge headfirst into class tomorrow. And maybe I'll bring my regency, so I can giggle and snerk and twitter in public.**
By the by, if you can read this, you're invited-- I'm having a little soiree at the apartment on Saturday in celebration of the post-23-ness of my life. While I momentarily thought of hosting the party as a "pun party" just to get the goat of Omar who would not be able to attend (or who would board a plane to Atlanta post-haste, cursing his lack of self-control), I decided to go with a simple Speakeasy theme, as I miss Javier's parties. It's BYOB (I'm a teacher and poor... get over it), but I have a blender and ice to help you all. I will be making snacks on Saturday afternoon, if anyone would be so inclined to help, and the festivities begin around 9pm. Multiple guests are welcome. Don't get rip roaring drunk. And wear pants, you freak.
** I DO read other books, too. The actual LITERARY novel I'm reading right now is a tongue-in-cheek murder mystery in which the main characters are Death and a zombie attempting to figure out who murdered Hades... and this isn't in a Discworld series fashion. This is considered legit literary fiction. But you've got to love dialogue that goes:
"This here is Famine."
"Everyone calls me Slim."
Well, this is it, guys. My last day of being 23. For once, the birthday is actually hitting home a little. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm employed in an actual CAREER for the first time in, oh, ever. Being responsible is so overrated.
Parent teacher conferences have been going well. But I had some parent schedule a conference for my last block at 6pm. A pox upon him *waves a fist*. I'm glad I cooked like a MADwoman last weekend and therefore have scrumdiliumptious food I can pull out of the freezer and zap in the oven or microwave and have, behold! a meal. But as for the conferences, lots of positive feedback and no parents of problem children have attempted to make excuses for their child. And that's good. It means we can work together.
The high holidays start next week. And I get to do my bi-weekly lesson planning at Java Monkey a la Old Timey Fiddle Jam style tonight. Not that I don't live there already, but it's the principle of the thing, you know? I may treat myself to a glass of wine and a slice of cake as a small private birthday celebration before I plunge headfirst into class tomorrow. And maybe I'll bring my regency, so I can giggle and snerk and twitter in public.**
By the by, if you can read this, you're invited-- I'm having a little soiree at the apartment on Saturday in celebration of the post-23-ness of my life. While I momentarily thought of hosting the party as a "pun party" just to get the goat of Omar who would not be able to attend (or who would board a plane to Atlanta post-haste, cursing his lack of self-control), I decided to go with a simple Speakeasy theme, as I miss Javier's parties. It's BYOB (I'm a teacher and poor... get over it), but I have a blender and ice to help you all. I will be making snacks on Saturday afternoon, if anyone would be so inclined to help, and the festivities begin around 9pm. Multiple guests are welcome. Don't get rip roaring drunk. And wear pants, you freak.
** I DO read other books, too. The actual LITERARY novel I'm reading right now is a tongue-in-cheek murder mystery in which the main characters are Death and a zombie attempting to figure out who murdered Hades... and this isn't in a Discworld series fashion. This is considered legit literary fiction. But you've got to love dialogue that goes:
"This here is Famine."
"Everyone calls me Slim."