Tuesday, May 31, 2005
of COURSE mr. perfect is married. i swear that ring wasn't there on friday though. and of COURSE mr. trainer and his live-in girlfriend are getting a puppy. my life is just so happy-go-lucky that i don't need daydreams. humpf.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
i have all these things i want to write about. great anecdotes to comment on. i wish i had a computer in my car, or at the gym, or in front of my tv set. hell, i wish i just had a computer period.
so now, when i actually have some time left over to sit here at school, i have NOTHING to write about. i don't think about boys very much in my life, (maybe i do, but i'm sticking with my first version) but they seem to be all that i want to write about. either the trainer and my analysis of every word he speaks; the engaged but entertaining and dorky teacher that has refused my offer to be his friend; the hot, funny, interesting, intellectual, single and perfect teacher that i only run into when i haven't showered, am wearing two different shoes, or am completely clueless; or that heartless ghost that moves me to tears whenever i think of anything related to rockville, romance, life, love, world news/political topics, electronics, music, blogging, upstate new york, certain foods, tv, movies, books, magazines, photography, banana republic, camping, college, the forest service, outsmarting the law, and things that i encounter every single minute of every single day.
so we shall start with the trainer. come on people- after that ramble you can see i need SOMETHING to get me out of bed everyday. so this craziness is my indulgence. the first time i mentioned how i didn't really know anyone around here. the second time he asks when we are meeting again. i asked if i could see his planner for some new dates because i didn't have any dates. he responds "i wasn't asking you about romantic dates." dude, no kidding, and i'm not TELLING you about romantic dates, and why did that thought even occur to you? ha ha- gotcha. the third time i talked about the comedy show i'm going to tonight and how i'm trying to make it my new hobby. he said that he would like to go to see a show sometime as well. hmm...with me, baby? yeah yeah, i KNOW these don't mean anything people- but i'm tellin' ya, i got NOTHING. so i need to twist it around to make it into SOMETHING. it's fun.
now mr. c. what's his problem? he is definitely the more wacko out of the 2 of us, but whenever I act slightly insane in return he asks if i smoke crack or if i've been hospitalized lately. the challenge of getting him to see that i'm worth talking to brightens my day.
the newly discovered hot teacher is too good for me. no, he doesn't act like that, this is what i've determined based on the 30 seconds total contact i've had with him. there aren't too many people out there that fall into this category, so his uniqueness in that regard is attractive. in addition, i don't think he knows my name (i don't know his either), so i'm just "ms. dawson" which is potentially kind of hot. in also he is just plain hot. in case i didn't say it enough already.
no one out there wants to hear about the next one on the list, and i don't even want to waste my time with those thoughts. and for those of you WISHING you made it onto my list, you gotta give me more to go on. telling me to find you a magic visa for mali is NOT ENOUGH. chao mis amores.
so now, when i actually have some time left over to sit here at school, i have NOTHING to write about. i don't think about boys very much in my life, (maybe i do, but i'm sticking with my first version) but they seem to be all that i want to write about. either the trainer and my analysis of every word he speaks; the engaged but entertaining and dorky teacher that has refused my offer to be his friend; the hot, funny, interesting, intellectual, single and perfect teacher that i only run into when i haven't showered, am wearing two different shoes, or am completely clueless; or that heartless ghost that moves me to tears whenever i think of anything related to rockville, romance, life, love, world news/political topics, electronics, music, blogging, upstate new york, certain foods, tv, movies, books, magazines, photography, banana republic, camping, college, the forest service, outsmarting the law, and things that i encounter every single minute of every single day.
so we shall start with the trainer. come on people- after that ramble you can see i need SOMETHING to get me out of bed everyday. so this craziness is my indulgence. the first time i mentioned how i didn't really know anyone around here. the second time he asks when we are meeting again. i asked if i could see his planner for some new dates because i didn't have any dates. he responds "i wasn't asking you about romantic dates." dude, no kidding, and i'm not TELLING you about romantic dates, and why did that thought even occur to you? ha ha- gotcha. the third time i talked about the comedy show i'm going to tonight and how i'm trying to make it my new hobby. he said that he would like to go to see a show sometime as well. hmm...with me, baby? yeah yeah, i KNOW these don't mean anything people- but i'm tellin' ya, i got NOTHING. so i need to twist it around to make it into SOMETHING. it's fun.
now mr. c. what's his problem? he is definitely the more wacko out of the 2 of us, but whenever I act slightly insane in return he asks if i smoke crack or if i've been hospitalized lately. the challenge of getting him to see that i'm worth talking to brightens my day.
the newly discovered hot teacher is too good for me. no, he doesn't act like that, this is what i've determined based on the 30 seconds total contact i've had with him. there aren't too many people out there that fall into this category, so his uniqueness in that regard is attractive. in addition, i don't think he knows my name (i don't know his either), so i'm just "ms. dawson" which is potentially kind of hot. in also he is just plain hot. in case i didn't say it enough already.
no one out there wants to hear about the next one on the list, and i don't even want to waste my time with those thoughts. and for those of you WISHING you made it onto my list, you gotta give me more to go on. telling me to find you a magic visa for mali is NOT ENOUGH. chao mis amores.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
i had an ass-kicking workout yesterday. it was awesome. i still can't move.
so chris, my new trainer, circuited me around the gym last thursday. having a personal trainer was something i never thought i'd do, but it was kind of a last resort. if i'm paying a million dollars to work out, i'm less likely to go straight home and park my jiggle butt on the couch for 6 hours. (now's it's like 4.)
he was pleasant enough, but at the end, he went to stretch me out and made this production of grabbing towels so he wouldn't actually have to touch my skin (which was NOT sweaty and gross) and kept looking away from me like i was repulsive. maybe my shorts were inappropriate (also, Christina has taught me that it's not really necessary to wear underwear)? maybe he thought i was fat and disgusting? maybe this is to make me feel more comfortable (because glancing at me like i make you puke is so comforting)? i don't get it- i wish i knew. i'm only paranoid because last weekend my awesome RI trainer friend was complaining about how nasty this lady is that he trains. 2 things startled me about this: 1) the lady knows this- she is working out with you for a reason, tool 2) she is one of the most fit people her age that i've ever seen- she's a psycho spinning instructor for crying out loud!
alright, time to get this jiggle butt up and out the door- easier said than done my friends. owww!
so chris, my new trainer, circuited me around the gym last thursday. having a personal trainer was something i never thought i'd do, but it was kind of a last resort. if i'm paying a million dollars to work out, i'm less likely to go straight home and park my jiggle butt on the couch for 6 hours. (now's it's like 4.)
he was pleasant enough, but at the end, he went to stretch me out and made this production of grabbing towels so he wouldn't actually have to touch my skin (which was NOT sweaty and gross) and kept looking away from me like i was repulsive. maybe my shorts were inappropriate (also, Christina has taught me that it's not really necessary to wear underwear)? maybe he thought i was fat and disgusting? maybe this is to make me feel more comfortable (because glancing at me like i make you puke is so comforting)? i don't get it- i wish i knew. i'm only paranoid because last weekend my awesome RI trainer friend was complaining about how nasty this lady is that he trains. 2 things startled me about this: 1) the lady knows this- she is working out with you for a reason, tool 2) she is one of the most fit people her age that i've ever seen- she's a psycho spinning instructor for crying out loud!
alright, time to get this jiggle butt up and out the door- easier said than done my friends. owww!
Saturday, May 07, 2005
raul is the friendly old argentinian guy that works on my floor. he is quiet, polite, and soft-spoken. sometimes we speak spanish, sometimes english- usually english so i don't run the risk of not understanding him and blowing my cover. though i think i may have blown it yesterday when i taught the wrong endings for the future tense. that was by far the worst thing i have done in teaching (so far)- i was horrified when one of the kids was like "ms. d- that's not what the book says..." then i told the kids i would probably be fired by monday so we should spend the rest of class throwing me a farewell party.
anyway, previous to this, i had been playing my new mana cd on the work computer in the foreign language office. i don't have a cd player, so this was my only opportunity to listen to the songs before i played them for the class. then raul, who does not even work in the foreign language department, enters the office and sits down at the other computer. i begin to hear strains of classical music creeping into my "oye mi amor" lyrics, and wonder which neighboring classroom is using classical music? i ignore it and listen some more. but when i get to "perdido en un barco" which me gusta mucho by the way, i distinctly hear mozart- and it is coming from raul's computer. he is not only listening to music, but he turned it up over mine! WHAT! this pisses me off, so i turn mine up more too. i stop working and just observe him out of the corner of my eye, because as enraged as i am, i also find this behavior intriguing. mana vs. mozart. okay, so when he turns the volume up yet AGAIN, i flip. i turn off my music, grab my lyrics sheets, and say- you know, i wasn't trying to duel with your music- i just had to prepare it for a lesson! then i stomp off. i still can't believe it. nice, sweet raul? i do think he is the one that brought the awesome cream cake that day though, so i will consider overlooking this obnoxious incident.
anyway, previous to this, i had been playing my new mana cd on the work computer in the foreign language office. i don't have a cd player, so this was my only opportunity to listen to the songs before i played them for the class. then raul, who does not even work in the foreign language department, enters the office and sits down at the other computer. i begin to hear strains of classical music creeping into my "oye mi amor" lyrics, and wonder which neighboring classroom is using classical music? i ignore it and listen some more. but when i get to "perdido en un barco" which me gusta mucho by the way, i distinctly hear mozart- and it is coming from raul's computer. he is not only listening to music, but he turned it up over mine! WHAT! this pisses me off, so i turn mine up more too. i stop working and just observe him out of the corner of my eye, because as enraged as i am, i also find this behavior intriguing. mana vs. mozart. okay, so when he turns the volume up yet AGAIN, i flip. i turn off my music, grab my lyrics sheets, and say- you know, i wasn't trying to duel with your music- i just had to prepare it for a lesson! then i stomp off. i still can't believe it. nice, sweet raul? i do think he is the one that brought the awesome cream cake that day though, so i will consider overlooking this obnoxious incident.
