I'm trying here
For a decent update. And it would be great if I could type and spell. Hot damn.
I'm going to prom, yeah, that's exciting. I already had a dress so big whoop, I got to look all casual when people were like: "Oh, so you're going? But do you even have a dress?" And I can be like, "I have the perfect dress, I don't need to go looking for one." And thus sound like I'm prepared. And I am, I'm always prepared, that's who I am.
But...I'm not going with someone. I don't have a date...and that's ok?
Life otherwise is pretty good. Art is going well, as is Latin and teaching the six's. They have their test Wednesday, which should prove to be exciting. To say the least, I feel somewhat confident about their performance, although one of my sections well, we'll see how it all turns out.
It's warm in NYC, that's good, warm with a slight breeze, which is even better. Tomorrow I can sleep late, which is abfab. Positively fabulous, I like burrowing up in my sheets, blankets and comforter and being surrounded in comfort and happy. Like Oblomov! I understand why he wouldn't want to get out of bed, it's so comfortable! At least when you're not cold and you're not bothered by anything or anyone for that matter.
Hm, wish I could have some coffee, even though I just consumed a cup some forty minutes prior to the present.
So I don't get sleepy during Russian Lit, which starts in about a half hour.
Bah.
Maybe some brief napping is in order.
This song is the epitome of everything perfect. And there are a quite a few others, too, of course, depending on one's mood. Such as Escape, by Jimmy Buffet.
Nap, oh god, definitely in need of sleep.
I'm going to prom, yeah, that's exciting. I already had a dress so big whoop, I got to look all casual when people were like: "Oh, so you're going? But do you even have a dress?" And I can be like, "I have the perfect dress, I don't need to go looking for one." And thus sound like I'm prepared. And I am, I'm always prepared, that's who I am.
But...I'm not going with someone. I don't have a date...and that's ok?
Life otherwise is pretty good. Art is going well, as is Latin and teaching the six's. They have their test Wednesday, which should prove to be exciting. To say the least, I feel somewhat confident about their performance, although one of my sections well, we'll see how it all turns out.
It's warm in NYC, that's good, warm with a slight breeze, which is even better. Tomorrow I can sleep late, which is abfab. Positively fabulous, I like burrowing up in my sheets, blankets and comforter and being surrounded in comfort and happy. Like Oblomov! I understand why he wouldn't want to get out of bed, it's so comfortable! At least when you're not cold and you're not bothered by anything or anyone for that matter.
Hm, wish I could have some coffee, even though I just consumed a cup some forty minutes prior to the present.
So I don't get sleepy during Russian Lit, which starts in about a half hour.
Bah.
Maybe some brief napping is in order.
This song is the epitome of everything perfect. And there are a quite a few others, too, of course, depending on one's mood. Such as Escape, by Jimmy Buffet.
Nap, oh god, definitely in need of sleep.