I just watched Once. It was not easy to watch.

My heart hurts.

Tutored Susan for three freakin' hours today. This of course, after tutoring my college students for three hours right before, preceded by working with my MS and HS kids all day long.

She got all grossed out when I told her the best way to remember the difference between the male genotype (XY)  and the female genotype (XX).

I thought it was pretty ( Read more... )

I need to find more people that are like me.

Seriously.

I suppose I am a bit conflicted for a twenty-five year old.

Here I am, buying brand new furniture, and here I am in a little apartment all to myself, when suddenly, as I desperately try to choose between Olive or Sage, leather or microfiber couches, the camera pans to the inside of a Fake Reality and I find myself bantering with Myself, "Oh, Self, ( Read more... )

His mind must be going.

I know he had a stroke, yes, yes, a few to be honest. Or so I've heard. But...where would he come up with a crazy thought like that?

No. He must be nearly gone at this point. I've heard he was a lot worse than he let on. Hardly goes a day without...he can't...

He was convinced. Convinced that I was...that I am, I mean that I ( Read more... )

An odd little creature.
Round wobblers
With scrawny eyes
And teeny ears.

If I could relive
A day,
Make it better
Learn from my
Inevitable mistakes,
It would be...
Of all days...

Superbowl Sunday.
2003 and 2008.
The stark irony,
That ties
The five years.
Between these two.

I hate football.
The bizarre consequences
That ensued.

And now, dear Phil
You and ( Read more... )

If I ever got married, I would have to have

-my own last name, not his
-a separate bank account
-a separate bedroom, to escape when I needed to
-a separate bed when sleeping next to him didn't feel right
-a separate bathroom that I knew was just mine
-my own friends, not necessarily "mutual"  or "co" friends
-my own schedule maintained
-my own car, ( Read more... )

I am getting nervous. I recently noticed that my vision is getting progressively worse. At first I thought it was because the insomnia is so intense and I have a hard time focusing on things when I have little to no sleep. But now I'm starting to realize that when I am at the back of the classroom with a student, trying to point to something on the ( Read more... )

I refuse to ever "be someone's girl."

Seriously.

What are we? Stuck in the 50's?

I'll be a girlfriend, a lover, a friend, a best friend. Geez, if we're real lucky, I might even be someone's wife.

Scratch that last one. No.

Regardless.

I will not be someone's girl. I'm my girl. That's all.

Edyne?

Edyne. Are you awake?

No, I'm sound asleep. Go back to bed.