I could catch a monkey.

Deflated Balloon.

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:08:13 GMT

I'm so disappointed with my classes. Correction: I'm so disappointed with three of my classes. One of them rocks.

The one that is fun/interesting, and the one I expected to suck the most, is my special ed course. Or, to be more PC, my course for the "exceptional learner." The professor is great, and very engaging. The reading is good, too. Not surprising since the professor wrote the book...all of this in spite of the fact that it is the shittiest time slot in the history of time slots. Four Fridays out of the semester I'm there from 5-9, then the following four Saturdays, I'm back at 8:30 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon. Terrible time, but really fun class.

The other three can suck my imaginary balls. Curriculum and Methods and Content Area Reading MIGHT have been good classes. Ones that would introduce me to the ways of instruction. Except that I have the most moronic professor that I've ever come across. And that includes my Renaissance professor who lost half of the class' final papers for about a month. The basics: completely disorganized, her syllabus doesn't match her assignments and visa versa; can't spell, (no really, it makes me want to cry); Won't answer emails completely or in a timely fashion. The picky shit: thinks that the best way to teach us how to teach high school is to treat us like we were high school learners (i.e. instead of explaining the theory of visual learning to us, she just makes us dod shitloads of Venn Diagrams).

Last but not least: Teaching and Technology. On the schedule for the first night? Email etiquette. And later in the semester? Making our own business cards.

Guys, really. I'm about to fork out nearly $3,000 for this bullshit.

At the end of every class, Miss Can't-Spell-or-Answer-Emails asks everyone for a "feeling word," to describe how we're feeling for the evening. Tonight? "Fucked-out-of-three-grand-and-a-decent-education" is a start. Anyone know one single word that covers that?

Start to a new year.

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 00:14:34 GMT

I'm officially a grad student! Woot! Registered for classes and a little light in the wallet after buying books, I am so ready for student life again.

Jeans and t-shirts, here I come.

Angie, call me, we should compare class schedules! I need a buddy to gorge with in the cafeteria.

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 00:25:31 GMT

I've been unemployed for nearly a month, and while the promise of a great job is on the horizon, it is, as of yet unfulfilled.

Am sad.

Need monies.

Can't feel my legs.

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 22:19:38 GMT

So I got let go from my job today. Budget cutbacks. I've never been let go before from a job, so I'm feeling a little crappy. More than a little actually. I mean I didn't even have time to check my email this morning before I was called out of my office for a chat.

It was a combination of budget cutbacks, and the fact that the owner of the company created the position I held, (because he really is a nice person, and knew that I was in a horrible place in my previous job), and he didn't really need a person doing what I was doing as much as he thought.

As I was leaving, I called my dad wailing, and he informed me that my grandmother (now 94 years old) had broken her ankle, and was in the E.R. So I've been at St. Vincent's for the rest of the day, with Grandmother, Granddaddy, my father, two uncles, two aunts, and one cousin. All of which have been highly sympathetic, but made sure to remind me that if I was married, this wouldn't be such a big deal. Oh, also, one of the aunts thinks I should sign up for "The Bachelorette."

Bartender? Start me a tab.

.Mac

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 20:46:31 GMT

I'm considering signing up for a .Mac account, however, I had a trial run, and I hardly ever used it. I suppose that if I pay for it, I will make a little more effort to do so. Maybe.

Does anyone have one and want to convince me one way or the other?

(Recurrant) Job Dissatisfaction

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 13:56:10 GMT

I think I'm doomed to hate every job I ever have.
In short, I want to quit my job. I'm going back to school soon, so it's a good time to do it, but I need something else pretty quickly.

Anyone know of any waitressing jobs that are both lucrative and available?

Closure.

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 19:23:26 GMT

Had lunch to day with he-whose-name-we-shall-not-speak, upon his request for a face-to-face conversation. He was in need of some closure. I can't begin to express how much these things suck, especially when there were genuine feelings in a relationship and the break up was drawn out and complicated.

There's no nice succinct way of expressing that you did feel things for them, and will always appreciate the time you had together, it's just not right...blah blah blah. Not, anyway, when the other person comes bearing gifts and wants to continue to tell you that they still love you.

I feel so callous. My only explanation is that, for me, the relationship started to die about a month or so before he knew anything was wrong. (Not entirely though as he does admit knowing that I was supremely unhappy for the last part of our time.)

My initial suspicions of why he took this so hard, however, were undeniably confirmed. I think his exact words were "hardest blow to my ego ever."

Goes to show I guess...it takes more than a pretty face and a fancy car.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 19:53:18 GMT

That's the squeal I make when I'm super excited.
Which I am.
Because I just took the passed my MAT, and I'm going to grad school in January!

Oh sweet security of academia! Welcome your prodigal daughter back into your warm, strictly scheduled, arms which will offer validation through grades and red marks.

Cake!

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 14:48:29 GMT

One of the sales people here made me a birthday cookie cake! I love nice people.

because I know you're reading this.

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 04:38:40 GMT

thanks for remembering me. I couldn't have possibly fogotten you.

How to explode your brain.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:04:10 GMT

Break up with your boyfriend.
Move your brother into your apartment.
Decide to go back to grad school.
And take the MAT.

All in a matter of two short weeks.

Thankfully, Saturday is my birthday, a day on which I will think of none of this, and instead, have girly pink drinks, and shake my booty.

Workplay is doing Salsa lessons that night, (I think it's $10 or something similar), and the plan is to get drunk enough to obliterate all inhibitions, and then salsa. If'n anyone's interested, yer more than welcome to come!

Not even a little bit.

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 16:02:56 GMT

Although I first thought that a sticking-it-out attitude was better, I let my sun sign get the best of me. I ended a nine-month relationship that maybe shouldn't have even gone on that long. When will I get it through my thick skull that the vague possibility of a marriage isn't worth compromising myself for?

I felt a bit guilty for a few days because I don't think he saw it coming, but I'm done dwelling. I cried several days in a row, and now I'm just tired again. Ready to get some energy back and move on.

Cold? Possibly. I'm not even sure anymore.

Book Lust.

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 17:02:25 GMT

I desperately wish I wasn't at work so that I could go the book store. I'm hungry for books on all-things-crafty and astrological (Damn you thugfolife for convincing me of your fake science). I also want to go nose around at Whole Foods. I usually don't think about shopping there because it requires that I get on 280, which I usually only do to go see my family, and that's only because there is absolutely no other way to get to Vincent that I know of that would be any shorter or less annoying.

Anyone up for book and/or grocery shopping later?

Yes, welcome to my SPARKLY EXCITING LIFE! Actually, according to what I've been reading, as a Libra, I should be much more glamorous and social than I am, but really, this is my idea of an interesting evening.

Some of what I read really frightens me. Especially when concerning the state of my current relationship which is super wobbly. We're working very hard to make things work, but it's difficult, and my first reaction to anything that's difficult or causes me stress? Run like hell. I've been having some serious flight fantasies, and true to libra form, I've even been sizing up replacements, because I don't like being single one little bit. I am a terrible person.

So I'm fighting the urge to end this relationship, because, in reality, I do love him, and I am committed to him, (faults, and faults, AND FAULTS, and all).

We're taking a little longer on our break than originally agreed upon. It's going to be really hard for me to be patient for an entire month, and because he knows that, we agreed that if one of us wants to spend time with the other, it was ok. The point, however, is to be apart. I'm not entirely sure how he thinks this is going to help, but I'm going with it anyway. I'm kind of tired of fighting, so at least, if nothing else, I don't have to deal with the idiotic arguments that we get in because he's in a "jerky mood" that day.

Although he did inform me last night that he doesn't hate the South, so I guess he gets a point for that.

Whine and Cheese.

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 21:09:53 GMT

I just got a ticket that I could have easily avoided. Not that big of a deal. Not like I can't afford to pay it, but it just sucks. I just got done writing a story about the Homewood police, too. I'm talking you fuckers up!! Can't you cut me some slack?!

I'm in the middle of Hurricane Marcial, as well. It's at that make it or break it stage...and its hard...and it sucks. But he's the greatest guy ever, beautiful, caring, interesting. I just wish his emotional age would catch up with his real age. And that he had had more past relationships so that I'm not responsible for teaching him to be a good boyfriend. Blah. Really sad right now.

And I have way too much work to do...and I don't want to do any of it.

Hair Wars and Derby this weekend. Should be fun. Or at least a distraction.

Steve Jobs Owns My Soul.

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 15:44:16 GMT

I did it. I bought an iPhone. After months of trying to convince myself that I didn't want one, and weeks of struggling with the fact that I DID indeed want one, yesterday they got me. I wasn't going to, really. I was just going to touch it. I was at the FedEx/Kinkos dropping off a package for work, and I remembered that there was an AT&T store down the road a piece...so what's the harm of looking?

The reason I wasn't going to do it is because I was sure that no one had the 4G anymore, and that one, being $100 bucks cheaper, was the one I wanted.

So I drove over to the AT&T place, and right there, staring me in the face was the glorious announcement of 4G iPhones! I knew right then that it was over. I was going to do it.

The best part is that earlier I was expressing my internal strife to my boss, who justified spending my money on this instead of more philanthropic concerns thus: "Even Jesus said 'The poor will always be with you.'" My boss used scripture to convince me to buy an iPhone. I think that needs to be a commercial.

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 15:36:46 GMT

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Thu, 23 Aug 2007 20:27:00 GMT

While doing some interviews in the Homewood school system today, I wanted so badly to get in the single-file line and go back to class.

I miss guided organization in my life.

Somebody sign me up for the army or something.

California Nightmares

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 00:50:04 GMT

After two visits to California in the past three years, one with a new-comer and one with a native, I can officially say, I hate it. Harsh? I think not.

Unibomber in Repose.

Notice: Look of terror and glass of wine.

Seester Helena.

Marcial in 30 years. Or Don Quixote. Take your pick.

The only good part of California.

"Wish you were here."

Slimy rocks...yuck.

M's Mom Alicia (again notice: look of terror)

Most of the family I met.

The only day to ourselves.

CRazy girl.

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 15:28:06 GMT

Sometimes the deep levels of my own neuroses shock even me. When I find myself checking my phone every seven minutes to see if a text message has been returned, I know it's going to be a bad night. Or day. Or two days and a night.

M is really slow to answer text messages. Or maybe he returns them in a normal fashion, but I'm so used to Danielle's lightening fingers that can send me a reply before I even close my phone that my perception is skewed. If its longer than ten minutes I find myself beginning to fantasize about what's keeping him. What is he doing? Is he annoyed that I was thinking of him enough to be so silly as to bother with wishing that he had a nice dinner with his boss and whatever client they were trying to win over that night? What if he wasn't going to dinner at all?

Last night I was on my way to Target, which is a place that I know he frequents, but I try to keep my trips to a minimum because these days I resent going anywhere outside of my five-mile radius of Homewood. I actually started creating this storyline in my head where I caught him there with some other girl.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

First of all, I don't actually think he would ever cheat on me, and even if he did WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY BE AT TARGET? Did he find some freak who gets turned on by quality products at low prices? (Oh wait...that's me...)

So I finally calm myself down out of that tizzy, and then I start to think about our upcoming trip. By this time he's messaged me back, so I tell him that I'm picking up last minute things for the trip and that I'm very excited. To this I get no reply. All night. The next one I got was "Sweet dreams." Now a rational person would assume, "Well you sent that message around seven-o'clock, which is probably when their dinner reservations were or at least he was with the client at that point and it would be really rude to be texting your girlfriend in front of a person who could potentially give your company a lot of money." Not me. Oh no.

Now I'm on this what-if-he-doesn't-really-want-to-go kick. What if I've somehow pressured him into it and he doesn't want to take me home to meet the folks after all? The fact that he's expressed excitement to me before and that it was his idea in the first place crosses my mind, and then something grabs it and bludgeons it to death and replaces that thought with "He was lying those times before."

Someone make me sane please. Really, I'm so sick of being self-conscious all the time, and wondering ALL THE TIME if people really like me or if the whole world is in on some big joke that I don't get.

Bah, anyway. I love my new job. I get to work with two of the coolest forty-somethings ever, I got a brand-spanking-new Macbook to work on, and the environment is just great. I feel appreciated. I feel respected. Life is good. I'm having lunch with Julie on Monday, which I'm super excited about. I hope when I'm married with kids that I'm as bad-ass as she is. She's the most balanced person I know, has an answer for everything. Does that just happen to you at some point? Like when you exit your crazy twenties does a switch flick on that makes you calm and sane and wise? I really hope so. I may be the only twenty-something on earth that looks forward to getting old.

Gone, Kitty, Gone.

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 16:50:42 GMT

I had to give up the new kitty because my apartment people are greedy bastards who want insane amounts of money for each seven pound cat you own. My mom always wanted a white cat, so I gave him to her. At least I can visit.

Visiting is something that I'll be doing a lot of in the next coming months, as she is about to have back surgery. I guess I'll be mom-sitting a lot.

On a happier note, THREE WEEKS UNTIL MY VACATION TO CALIFORNIA! I use the word vacation loosely, however. I'm actually really stressed out about it. Seven full days with M's family (not just mom and pops, but sister, aunt, and sundry cousins as well). What if they don't like pale girls from Alabama?

Cat. I'm a Kitty-Cat.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 19:50:47 GMT

I got a new kitty last night! SQUEAL!
He's all-white, (in contrast to my other cat, who is all-black), and deaf, which I think is incredibly cute.
Sad.
But cute in that he-needs-my-maternal-care kind of way.

Pictures coming soon.

Oh! And I start my new job on Monday. Super exciting, no? Tomorrow I get to go shopping for an office chair with my new boss. Need one with good lumbar support, you know?

Don't you love it.

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 20:39:24 GMT

I love it when really shitty days turn into really good days. I guess I might as well tell you, (because there is only one of you who COULD squeal on me, but I know you wouldn't) I'm putting in my notice to Portico on Monday. I will not, however, divulge where I'm going to work yet. I will say, that it is a similar job in print media, that pays the same, but doesn't include a satan-boss.

AND I just installed memory on my laptop all by myself! I'm beaming with pride!

AND I got to see Purvis today, with hopes of seeing Theresa soon. I miss both of you terribly. I'm sorry that derby has taken over my life.

AND M is taking me to celebrate tonight, possibly at Chuck E. Cheese. Fuck yeah.

Burning down the house...

Tue, 29 May 2007 20:16:19 GMT

Company going down in searing flames.

Two interviews tomorrow.

Cross your fingers for me, boys and girls.

Boozing with Shrek.

Thu, 24 May 2007 19:22:43 GMT

thugfolife answered my cry for help yesterdee. We went to see Shrek the Third last night, and for everyone's information, it was hilarious. I've heard some nay-saying on that subject lately, so I just want to set the record straight. Helping the hilarity hobble along, however, was the fact that we sneaked in wine in Sprite bottles. Because of which, we both cracked up when the frog king died, and I don't think that part was supposed to be funny.

Everyone should come watch me play kickball pitifully tonight. Considering I haven't played since elementary school, it should be pretty entertaining.

Same old...

Wed, 23 May 2007 17:57:12 GMT

One of my co-workers has this amazing talent of instantly bringing me down from a great day. With the slightest turn of a phrase, she can make me feel like shit. Amazing.

Earlier I asked another co-worker if they wanted to help me decide something that we had talked about weeks ago. To which she quips "Because that's his job?"

The last time I checked, he wanted to have input on the situation. She just shoots her mouth off.

I have way too many issues with this job. I feel guilty for having this job. I think she resents me. I want out.

My four different titles (really) are a constant source of stress. It isn't my fault that my boss won't hire anyone to do these things, so he continually shoves them off on me. So why is it that I get the back-hand of everyone's attitude?

I think it's time for another frantic job search.

If you need me, I'll be on monster.com.