holy smokes!: September 2005 Archives
thomas took this photo in france this summer. i rarely get to take photos with the digital and am the designated photographer with the slr. he also like to take photos of me without me noticing it at all.
we spent the weekend at a conference that thomas organized for all the foreign language teachers her in ky. i am utterly exhausted and he is barely alive. although we have established that we will definitely stay at the hotel an extra night so we don't have to drive back exhausted.
but we finally got to watch lost and it freaked t out to no end. he is now so scared of the hatch. i must say threshold scares me more. that ethan guy is scary. i am still afraid of the basement and i get this thought in my head that he is watching me while i sleep. i am having memories of the shining all over again. shutter...
i am having the psychotic semester. i know that i have the cush job, but teaching four in a row without a break to go potty or to have a bite to eat takes a toll. so instead of just being down right knackered, i am now officially a snot. at least a snot infested being. by the way, this blog has been brought to you by the makers of robitussin. insert image of me swigging the stuff straight from the bottle.
how is it that every cold i have eventually manifests in my throat? what did i do in a past life to deserve the seal voice? i am not talking about the singer here, i am talking about the seal that is barking from my voice. how is it possible that i sound like that?
in my ick infestation, i did manage to watch the girls, better known as the gilmore girls. man, lorelei is on crack. she is driving me nuts. her daughter dares to choose her parents over her and she cuts her out of her life. and the thing is, rory knew she would do it too. the woman needs to be sat down and shaken not stirred. i know rory needs perspective to get her life back on track, but she needs the help of everyone around her, not just her mother who thinks the degree from yale is.... oh my, i am on a gilmore rant. sorry.
a recent discussion with my students about describing qualities and characteristics, it came out that i am a patien person. i like to think of myself as impatient, knowing that i am really patient. i can write a to-do list and patiently accomplish those tasks over a period of months with the sheer determination of crossing things off. all this long after most would have tossed the to-do list.
i am a person who definitely wants things and will work my butt off to get them. patiently. like a cat waiting for a mouse to come out. but there is no way that i would be patient enough, to hold out for those birds to eat from my hand. creepy.
