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Sometimes people only make you feel more alone.
I’m trying to put together a class web page. As a grad student specializing in instructional tech, it only makes sense. I found this great tool (quia.com), but it’s $49/year and I’m super cheap. I have 28 more days to decide.
I am really freaking tired. Ugh.
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A few days ago I managed to volunteer to be the secretary for the Complex Housing Association. I don’t know why I did that. As if I’m not busy enough already.
Still, it’s always nice to be a part of something. I like positions of leadership. Not too much, though. My high school drama club presidential experience ruined my perspective on what I was capable of doing, and that scar isn’t going anywhere. Gotta love teachers that impact you, right? Ugh.
It looks so beautiful out. The weather has been cooling down lately, and it’s bright and sunny today. I hear birds chirping outside my window! I love cliches sometimes. They make me happy. Maybe I can convince the hubby to stroll the Riverwalk with me later on.
Hot tea anyone?
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Do you like my Bucket up there? It was time for some customization.
We were thinking about getting TiVo, but it’s crazy expensive. Like $20/mo, and you have to sign a contract a la cell phone world. I can wait until we move back into the real world and get moxi again. I love moxi.
The kids were better today, and that made me happy. It’s good to have happy Fridays. Next week is Homecoming, so that’s a guaranteed happy Friday. The yearbook staff is sponsoring Mr. Student Body (male pageant, basically) as usual, so I’m looking forward to that. I missed it last year because I was at a SAT conference in Knoxville. I like the yearbook so much more this year, mostly because the evil seniors graduated and went on their merry ways, leaving me with a dedicated, creative, and hardworking staff. Rock on.
At some point this weekend I have to go to Borders to buy a $10 gift card for the student that won my original myth contest. Am I the coolest teacher ever or what? Can’t do that too much, though. 32K only goes so far, kids.
We read “The Cyclops” from the Odyssey today. They really liked it, I think. And trust me, they show it if they don’t like something. I forgot how funny that story is to read. We’re going to do “The Land of the Dead” and “The Cattle of the Sun God” (or “Lotus Eaters”… can’t remember what I picked), then we’re watching the movie. Great adaptation, I think. Oh! And I got Romeo and Juliet back! I talked to the 10th grade teacher about it today, and she agreed that it was best to switch back, because every time someone transfers in sophopmore year, they’ve already read R&J. So now we’re back on track with the texts and the rest of the state. Cool-e-o.
One day we will be unpacked. That day will be glorious.
I had something to say, and now it’s gone. I hate that.
We watched United 93 last night. Good, good movie, but so freaking sad. They tried so hard. It makes me want to cry again just thinking about it. I remember that morning like it was yesterday (as I’m sure almost everyone does). The whole time we were watching the movie, I was re-living that day as I saw it. It was nice for everyone to not be assholes to each other for those couple of weeks. ::sigh::
The hubby is at work, and I promised I would put my clothes away, so off I go.
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Ever since I was 13, I’ve had this recurring cyst on my wrist. It has been surgically removed twice (once under general anesthesia) and aspirated once. No luck. It stays deflated for a bit, then slowly starts to pop back up. Every now and then it will burst on its own (entirely pain-free, thank God), but it is only a short while before the little bump starts to make its presence known once again.
I decided long ago to give up on trying to force a cessation to its existence, so I decided to instead personify it and give it a name; he is Bobalique. That’s a long “o” for the record. Bo-ba-lique. We’re almost friends now.
Even after his personification, I tried to cover him with band-aids and bracelets and the like. Then I came to the conclusion that I just didn’t freakin’ care anymore. People ask me what that thing on my wrist is, and I introduce them. Nice to make your acquaintance.
Bobalique is almost to bursting stage again. I can tell because he starts to get very swollen, and my wrist loses a bit of flexibility and is generally more tender than usual. There’s a part of me that hopes each time will be the last, but I think I might miss the little fellow if he goes for good. He’s a part of me (metaphorically as well as literally). I just wish he could keep his size down. Fatso.
(I’m hoping the peer pressure will work). 
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This is my first post from my good ole desktop in over a year. She’s been unhooked from the internet all that time, but the hubby and I bought a wireless router to make her come back to life. Ah, how I’ve missed her.
I’m looking forward to the Titans game tomorrow. My annual high-5 from T-Rac (the giant racoon mascot) always gives me a boost. I have a personalized 00 T-Rac jersey, you know. I figure he’s the only team member that won’t retire or get traded.
People have been disappointing me left and right lately. I hate being reminded of why I decided to spend my life as an introvert. I can deal with people okay, but blows from them cause permanent damage. I’ve never understood how someone can talk about someone else and come to the conclusion that it should have no effect on anything because it “wasn’t personal.” It might not be personal to you, but it sure as hell is to me.
So isolation is my modus operandi for now. I have my husband for company, and that’s all I need right now.
