helicopter legs
It's 6 in the AM, and I woke up about an hour ago to my legs acting like a helicopter over my head, spiraling out of control, sending blankets tumbling every whichway, and knocking over two separate glasses of I-don't-know-what. I'm always totally baffled when I wake up and all of my blankets are on the floor, and always wondered what exactly I do whilst asleep that would. Well, no longer. I never had a snoring problem, but apparently at this point I've accrued two potentially troubling (for a partner) sleep habits- the habit of rolling over people right next to me as if they two were my sleeping area, and wildly dangerous helicopter legs. Oy.
I have been so blue. I thought that working at the preschool would lift my spirits, give me something to think about, obsess about, hopefully launch some new relationships in this barren little town, but alas. As it turns out, as awesome as I am with the DD community and babysitting, handling a preschool atmosphere and demanding respect and compliance from wee ones is just not something I am good at. I relate more to the kids trying to sidle out of an intense situation than the teacher forcing them to do it. MAYBE I JUST SHOULDN'T BE AROUND YOUNG CHILDREN. A nominally depressing thought.
I got a few jobs caregiving around town, so my income should start existing soon. My car needs to be fixed AGAIN, this time a four hundred dollar doozy of a needed repair. I'm starting to think I should just sell it, buy a much worse car, and get the hell out of here with some money and pride. My pride does not like living at home- needless to say, pride withers at home.
Good news? I have been hiking a lot. I have a date on Friday night. My grandmother and I went to see Siegfried on Saturday at Cinemark. Power is back on in western Mass (it took fucking long enough). My friend is getting a catscan. My dad doesn't think I should go to Africa, and now I'm not sure if I think I should go to Africa.
How can one be sure without a guidance counselor handing you a pamphlet or something?
I have been so blue. I thought that working at the preschool would lift my spirits, give me something to think about, obsess about, hopefully launch some new relationships in this barren little town, but alas. As it turns out, as awesome as I am with the DD community and babysitting, handling a preschool atmosphere and demanding respect and compliance from wee ones is just not something I am good at. I relate more to the kids trying to sidle out of an intense situation than the teacher forcing them to do it. MAYBE I JUST SHOULDN'T BE AROUND YOUNG CHILDREN. A nominally depressing thought.
I got a few jobs caregiving around town, so my income should start existing soon. My car needs to be fixed AGAIN, this time a four hundred dollar doozy of a needed repair. I'm starting to think I should just sell it, buy a much worse car, and get the hell out of here with some money and pride. My pride does not like living at home- needless to say, pride withers at home.
Good news? I have been hiking a lot. I have a date on Friday night. My grandmother and I went to see Siegfried on Saturday at Cinemark. Power is back on in western Mass (it took fucking long enough). My friend is getting a catscan. My dad doesn't think I should go to Africa, and now I'm not sure if I think I should go to Africa.
How can one be sure without a guidance counselor handing you a pamphlet or something?