Just... Boo
The weather last weekend was wonderful. I didn't even need a jacket and actually went out in 3/4 inch sleeves at night. That's how gorgeous the weather was. It was nice today too although I did need a sweater, but tomorrow the temperature is dipping right back down in the negative numbers Celsius. Boo. I'm not complaining too much though because the weekend just reminded me that spring is indeed on the way.
I mused today about putting up my kotatsu finally, but I think it's still premature. But, dear God, how I cannot wait to sit in a chair at my computer again. Also, putting the kotatsu away opens up the room so I can put the sofa back in here and have a nice, comfortable place to read. You know, I wouldn't be surprised at all to finish this entry and be up until three in the morning rearranging my bedroom.
I've been in a terrible teaching mood lately. Come on semester--end already. Still have a month to graduation though, and there's school even after that in Japan. The third years who have graduated of course, they're done, but the second and first years have over a week of school after graduation. This is typically when the teachers come running to me for games as they've finished the textbook and simply need time-wasters and busy work to give the kids before school lets out. It's so annoying, although it really shouldn't be as I complain about being underutilized. I suppose it's the principle of the thing; only using me when there's nothing better to do.
I have this week and next left of elementary school. It's kind of bittersweet. Yes, it's a pain to think up lesson plans and games, but actually going to class and executing the lesson plan is extremely satisfying (when it goes right. Less satisfying, but at least interesting when it goes wrong.) And I'll miss the chance it gave me to go home for lunch and the excuse to duck out of cleaning the school.
Boo. I'm just feeling incredibly lonely tonight. Sometimes it hits you hard, you know? If I read something interesting or see something weird, there's no one to share it with. Cracking jokes to yourself is really rather depressing. I always considered myself a hardcore loner before coming here, but now I realize that, yes, even I do need companionship at times. I don't think I'd mind living alone in my own apartment, but I would like the luxury of being able to pop in on someone and just... hang out.
Hanging out with people reminds me of my dad, with whom I haven't spoken in ages. Hey dad. How are you? I'm about to find out if you still read this regularly.
I'm two half hour episodes away from finishing up the whole six year run of QI. Sad face. It's so incredibly amusing that I wish they'd produce an episode every half hour just for my benefit. Just chain Alan Davies and Stephen Fry to their chairs and never let them go home. Sure, the quality of the show may go down a bit, but at least I'll never be without a voice in the room telling me quite interesting things.
Ah, and speaking of quite interesting things, Josh Whedon's long-awaited new series Dollhouse has finally hit torrents everywhere. I haven't watched it yet, but I'm optimistic for great things. Why on earth Josh decided to go to Fox again however is beyond me. Poor, poor Firefly. I still miss it.
Ack. I wonder if anyone would even notice if I didn't go to work tomorrow. I wish I had the guts to find out.
I mused today about putting up my kotatsu finally, but I think it's still premature. But, dear God, how I cannot wait to sit in a chair at my computer again. Also, putting the kotatsu away opens up the room so I can put the sofa back in here and have a nice, comfortable place to read. You know, I wouldn't be surprised at all to finish this entry and be up until three in the morning rearranging my bedroom.
I've been in a terrible teaching mood lately. Come on semester--end already. Still have a month to graduation though, and there's school even after that in Japan. The third years who have graduated of course, they're done, but the second and first years have over a week of school after graduation. This is typically when the teachers come running to me for games as they've finished the textbook and simply need time-wasters and busy work to give the kids before school lets out. It's so annoying, although it really shouldn't be as I complain about being underutilized. I suppose it's the principle of the thing; only using me when there's nothing better to do.
I have this week and next left of elementary school. It's kind of bittersweet. Yes, it's a pain to think up lesson plans and games, but actually going to class and executing the lesson plan is extremely satisfying (when it goes right. Less satisfying, but at least interesting when it goes wrong.) And I'll miss the chance it gave me to go home for lunch and the excuse to duck out of cleaning the school.
Boo. I'm just feeling incredibly lonely tonight. Sometimes it hits you hard, you know? If I read something interesting or see something weird, there's no one to share it with. Cracking jokes to yourself is really rather depressing. I always considered myself a hardcore loner before coming here, but now I realize that, yes, even I do need companionship at times. I don't think I'd mind living alone in my own apartment, but I would like the luxury of being able to pop in on someone and just... hang out.
Hanging out with people reminds me of my dad, with whom I haven't spoken in ages. Hey dad. How are you? I'm about to find out if you still read this regularly.
I'm two half hour episodes away from finishing up the whole six year run of QI. Sad face. It's so incredibly amusing that I wish they'd produce an episode every half hour just for my benefit. Just chain Alan Davies and Stephen Fry to their chairs and never let them go home. Sure, the quality of the show may go down a bit, but at least I'll never be without a voice in the room telling me quite interesting things.
Ah, and speaking of quite interesting things, Josh Whedon's long-awaited new series Dollhouse has finally hit torrents everywhere. I haven't watched it yet, but I'm optimistic for great things. Why on earth Josh decided to go to Fox again however is beyond me. Poor, poor Firefly. I still miss it.
Ack. I wonder if anyone would even notice if I didn't go to work tomorrow. I wish I had the guts to find out.