Wednesday, January 25, 2006
zxtchxzcxkowwwwwwwwww! that is what the fascia in my foot feels like crackling and tearing and wanting to die.
thhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwuuup! that is what my pants feel like sticking like glue to my thighs, no matter how loose they used to be.
jg9gj9gjg9jg9@#$@#$%^! that is my crazy crack-free brain on no sleep and the sound i've been hearing in my ears for days on end. (the caffeine isn't helping and YES, "9" is now a sound.)
yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! the sound of project runway starting. laytah.
thhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwuuup! that is what my pants feel like sticking like glue to my thighs, no matter how loose they used to be.
jg9gj9gjg9jg9@#$@#$%^! that is my crazy crack-free brain on no sleep and the sound i've been hearing in my ears for days on end. (the caffeine isn't helping and YES, "9" is now a sound.)
yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! the sound of project runway starting. laytah.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
i am crying at a freaking jennifer love hewitt family channel movie, and i don't even have my period. that is f*ed up. okay, i'm not crying, but my eyes are watering. ridiculous. desperate housewives should clear that right up. no freak could cry at that show. and then my favorito programa de la semana- grey's anatomy- and then, THEN, lots of late trash tv because i have NO papers to grade and NO school tomorrow. another nice bonus is that i did laundry and have clean clothes and luscious sheets. sundays rule.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
my foot is killing me- i'm really barely walking at this point, but i still like the name of the blog...
okay, to the point of the "resolutions" i set forth in the last post: i set up a test drive with the mercedes that i backed out of when the salesman sounded too aggressive over the phone. i subscribed to match.com then decided my money would be better spent on a coffeemaker and unsubscribed. i finished all my christmas gift chocolate, but my roommate still provides me with an unending supply. and i signed up for comedy school. i didn't de-register myself; the check is cashed; i'm going. so 1 out of 4, and i did make attempts on the other 3. so i am still waiting for my car to crash around that corner, and i'll still be chunky and crying for the boy, but at least maybe i'll be funny. i can make myself laugh at least before the crash, since the seat next to me will be empty. blah.
today i woke up at 8:21. not good- my first class starts at 7:20. double not good- i am the teacher. yikes. but the kids didn't say anything, (that class is truly full of angels) and i didn't freak out at all! i just calmly got up, searched and searched and searched (still calmly) for a parking spot, schlepped up to the 3rd floor, and all was normal. thank goodness i don't have 2nd period, or that probably wouldn't have slid by so easily. i didn't even have to plan to teach anything because i had pre-designated today "review day." i guess you can't pre-designate something, but you should be able to, because now you understand what i mean more. so my day was a wonderful 2 hours shorter, my classes were too tired to be a pain in my culo, and tonight i only have to teach yoga so my poor feet will survive. ahhh, time for the chocolate and my day will be perfectly complete. a very merry lindt truffle night to you all.
okay, to the point of the "resolutions" i set forth in the last post: i set up a test drive with the mercedes that i backed out of when the salesman sounded too aggressive over the phone. i subscribed to match.com then decided my money would be better spent on a coffeemaker and unsubscribed. i finished all my christmas gift chocolate, but my roommate still provides me with an unending supply. and i signed up for comedy school. i didn't de-register myself; the check is cashed; i'm going. so 1 out of 4, and i did make attempts on the other 3. so i am still waiting for my car to crash around that corner, and i'll still be chunky and crying for the boy, but at least maybe i'll be funny. i can make myself laugh at least before the crash, since the seat next to me will be empty. blah.
today i woke up at 8:21. not good- my first class starts at 7:20. double not good- i am the teacher. yikes. but the kids didn't say anything, (that class is truly full of angels) and i didn't freak out at all! i just calmly got up, searched and searched and searched (still calmly) for a parking spot, schlepped up to the 3rd floor, and all was normal. thank goodness i don't have 2nd period, or that probably wouldn't have slid by so easily. i didn't even have to plan to teach anything because i had pre-designated today "review day." i guess you can't pre-designate something, but you should be able to, because now you understand what i mean more. so my day was a wonderful 2 hours shorter, my classes were too tired to be a pain in my culo, and tonight i only have to teach yoga so my poor feet will survive. ahhh, time for the chocolate and my day will be perfectly complete. a very merry lindt truffle night to you all.
Monday, January 02, 2006
wonder where i'll be running to this year?
nowhere. i can't run anymore, remember? that marathon, as exhilarating and phenomenal as it was, messed me up for life. or 2 years at least. but i will be hobbling on. (should i change this to "dawson on the move with the help of a walker?") i don't know where i'll end up, because i can't see the end of the road, but there's a sign that says sharp turn ahead.
maybe i'll stop crying about stupid johnny everyday. maybe i'll become a stand-up comic. maybe i'll start hating chocolate. and then i'll make that turn in the mercedes-benz C320 that i'm driving in a world where i'm funny, skinny, and not psychotic. the sun will be warm, the breeze will be blowing, and the road will be wide open for the next adventure. (sweet, "dawson on the road in a money mercedes"...no?) i'll put on my chanel shades, and press the button to open my ain't no thang sun roof, and that's when the rock avalanche will start. i must've missed that sign while i was putting on the sunglasses. a chunk of granite will land on my head, hurtling me back to reality. either that, or killing me outright. at least i got the mercedes. and i was skinny.
Happy 2006 everybody.
nowhere. i can't run anymore, remember? that marathon, as exhilarating and phenomenal as it was, messed me up for life. or 2 years at least. but i will be hobbling on. (should i change this to "dawson on the move with the help of a walker?") i don't know where i'll end up, because i can't see the end of the road, but there's a sign that says sharp turn ahead.
maybe i'll stop crying about stupid johnny everyday. maybe i'll become a stand-up comic. maybe i'll start hating chocolate. and then i'll make that turn in the mercedes-benz C320 that i'm driving in a world where i'm funny, skinny, and not psychotic. the sun will be warm, the breeze will be blowing, and the road will be wide open for the next adventure. (sweet, "dawson on the road in a money mercedes"...no?) i'll put on my chanel shades, and press the button to open my ain't no thang sun roof, and that's when the rock avalanche will start. i must've missed that sign while i was putting on the sunglasses. a chunk of granite will land on my head, hurtling me back to reality. either that, or killing me outright. at least i got the mercedes. and i was skinny.
Happy 2006 everybody.
