No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips, drench yourself in words unspoken...
...Live your life with arms wide open, today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten.
I feel awful.
I should talk to my father, but I don't want to. I should talk to my best friend, but I feel it's not the right time yet...I'm thinking of doing it tomorrow, after I get rid of a list of errands two metres long.
NET asked me to take over three middle school classes at a private school. I know it's important for me, I know I should suck it up and take the goddamn hours... but I had to say no. I gave my availaibility, which is from 5 PM to 10 PM. I already stated, on more than one occasion, I only teach adults. The only time I would or could take kids is if the lessons were to take place in our central location and in small groups. The responsibility isn't something I feel comfortable with. Nor the stress level. I also resented the way our secretary was not so subtly trying to guilt trip me into accepting this job.
Stendhal is, on the other hand, killing me. Possibly because I'm not onto his real writing yet, but still on the introduction...the print is tiny and I'd forgotten just how disparagingly difficult serious French prose really is. Camus is, however, coming along nicely. I've always liked La Peste, though.
I'm going to read Oliver Twist. I've had it in my library for the longest time, but I've never really tackled it. Now seems like a good time for it. I haven't done some good old fashioned, hard core reading as of lately.
The international law is, instead, giving me a ton of unasked for trouble. I spend half my time decyphering and decrypting what the hell the author is saying...and the other half of it crossreferencing it to my resources books. God. Why me?
Now, One Tree Hill, 507. I think it kind of sucked. Seriously, it all around sucks. It's being predictable and trite and not even fun to watch anymore. The only good things about 507 were Mia's song and Mouth. Mouth who deals with his problems maturely, and who's not scared of standing up to his boss/fuck buddy and who likes Millicent. I've always loved Mouth. The rest of it? It's just high on crack, higher than usual...If Lindsey and Lucas really end up married, I think I'll term my watching of OTH drama as a total waste of my time.
I feel awful.
I should talk to my father, but I don't want to. I should talk to my best friend, but I feel it's not the right time yet...I'm thinking of doing it tomorrow, after I get rid of a list of errands two metres long.
NET asked me to take over three middle school classes at a private school. I know it's important for me, I know I should suck it up and take the goddamn hours... but I had to say no. I gave my availaibility, which is from 5 PM to 10 PM. I already stated, on more than one occasion, I only teach adults. The only time I would or could take kids is if the lessons were to take place in our central location and in small groups. The responsibility isn't something I feel comfortable with. Nor the stress level. I also resented the way our secretary was not so subtly trying to guilt trip me into accepting this job.
Stendhal is, on the other hand, killing me. Possibly because I'm not onto his real writing yet, but still on the introduction...the print is tiny and I'd forgotten just how disparagingly difficult serious French prose really is. Camus is, however, coming along nicely. I've always liked La Peste, though.
I'm going to read Oliver Twist. I've had it in my library for the longest time, but I've never really tackled it. Now seems like a good time for it. I haven't done some good old fashioned, hard core reading as of lately.
The international law is, instead, giving me a ton of unasked for trouble. I spend half my time decyphering and decrypting what the hell the author is saying...and the other half of it crossreferencing it to my resources books. God. Why me?
Now, One Tree Hill, 507. I think it kind of sucked. Seriously, it all around sucks. It's being predictable and trite and not even fun to watch anymore. The only good things about 507 were Mia's song and Mouth. Mouth who deals with his problems maturely, and who's not scared of standing up to his boss/fuck buddy and who likes Millicent. I've always loved Mouth. The rest of it? It's just high on crack, higher than usual...If Lindsey and Lucas really end up married, I think I'll term my watching of OTH drama as a total waste of my time.