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(updates from the past week or so...sorry I've been so lame about posting.)

Argh. I'm tired. Last night we hosted an open mike night at school. I had great paranoia all day that no one would come but I think almost 30 people came and lots of people read poetry and we had some jazz music. So YAY! Now I can stop stressing about that. Until next month when we have the second one. I said I would read something I actually wrote this time. I didn't last night...frankly I just forgot. I was obsessed with the details (someone had to be really) and I was thinking more about getting here with the coffee maker (did I mention how ghetto fabulous this event was?) rather than getting there with poetry. So I got forced into reading (a hazard of being pres. of the SLC) and I read Bukowski...because I like bad words and crassness.

Our theme was paper bags I think. It was really cute. Everything was done on old paper bags...including the art wall. It was a paper bag canvas. But anyway. Thats done. And we even made a few dollars. Only that wasn't the point.

A classmate of mine mentioned last night that she wanted to work on a short film with me. I think that is very exciting. She said she liked my dry sense of humor so much and she thought it could work really well in a film. So...yay. A film maker I'll be. Well I'll be the writer. Yay. I don't know anything about films and I don't care...but I do know about writing.

Also...it has come to my attention that I must be pretty good at extemperanious (wow what a beastly word to spell) speaking. For some reason, everyone loves it and compliments me after I have to give a presentation or comment on something. I didn't know that. I must be funny. Well that's what I've heard. I've gotten like two comments on it during the past week. I might abandon my career to become a comedian. I can be every bit as horrible as Sarah Silverman (she is one of my heroes anyway).

I cleaned my house thoroughly yesterday for the first time in months. I'm very proud of myself. Yay the bathroom is clean finally! But Sylvie-Hazel...who is very weird...likes to play on/in/around the toilet. So it is always dirty. But I don't get her great toilet obsession. It is almost bad as her obsession with pink. And I didn't think cats could even see pink. I think she is a super hero.

I love Gnarls Barkley. I'm not sure how I lived until now without ever having heard their cover of Gone Daddy Gone. I mean I love the VF's version. It is one of my favorite songs but...the cover just makes me want to dance on a table. So I'm gonna go do that right now.

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Sigh. I'm depressed. I feel like I have nothing to look forward to (not a feeling...a reality) and that all there is ahead is dullness and bullshit. I mean seriously. Usually I don't feel this way at school especially because I love it but I've had that SHITTIEST week ever. I'm not just being dramatic either. I would think that since my fun life ended on Sunday that the higher powers could've let me down easy. I guess it makes sense though. The weekend was a little bit too perfect. I mean that number of good things just doesn't happen without the bottom dropping out. I'm just glad it didn't drop out during the weekend itself. If I sound obsessed with last weekend then it is because I am obsessed with last weekend.

My other obsession is karma. It isn't helping that I'm in an entire class devoted to karma and so every day I'm drowning in karma. Finally Dawn called me a hippie. I think it brought me to my senses just a little. I stopped obsessing about karma for about five minutes anyway.

I miss my friends. :( I mean I obviously have friends here and I love, love, love them. But either I'm gonna have to get pocket versions of people or I'm gonna set up some sort of rock commune complete with a Waldorf school and then ship everyone in there to live...forever. But I'm not being creepy or anything. Just melodramatic. Isn't that what Thursdays are for?

I just realized how cranky and bitter I sound. So I think I'm gonna go do something else. Like my homework. Someone finally saw fit to cast me as Ophelia in the "Get thee to a nunnery" scene in Hamlet and I have to learn my lines. Yes. It is a good thing I didn't get cast as Lady Macbeth because I think I'm already going insane (mood swings for days) and I'd probably kill someone. I could have a great monologue prepared already though...*considers this thoughtfully*

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the great adventure

Well I'm sad. Apparently real life has returned. Well not apparently more like...yeah the fun weekend is over and now it's back to the grind. It isn't much of a grind but still.

I had one of the best weekends ever...it was strangely charmed. Eric kept saying stuff like "oh well it couldn't get any more perfect" and I would panic and look for some wood to knock. That is how great it was. Ok so here it is:

I showed up on Thursday night well this part isn't at all important to the story except that we decided to get up at like 11 and leave by like 1 and...miracle of miracles...we did! We were getting on the interstate at 1 with all errands run. It was crazy. So we drove to Charlottesville and got a hotel room (motel...and it was very Batesy) and we could have thrown a rock to hit the venue. Then we ate amazing food at some sort of restaurant named for a Panda. Sushi and Sesame chicken oh my! Then we got ourselves in order and our sparkly makeup on (ok only I did that) and walked to the venue where there was NO parking lot scene. None at all. But the gates opened like 15 minutes early and we walked in and walked to our seats and on the floor in front of our section stood Flea holding his little girl. I was like "I JUST SAW FLEA" and he probably heard me say it. It was awwwesome.

Gnarls Barkley was greeeeat. They had three girls in short dresses playing strings and backup singers who danced around and a guy playing keys who was crrrrazy. Much like the song. At one point he was playing one board with his hands and one with his foot. I loved it.

Then we surveyed the crowd. We were the only people in our age bracket...they were either old or 12. But as all of the peppers are older than us and they were rocking I decided it was ok.

Ok so we were on the side of the stage where the bands entered and exited so we got to watch them take the stage and we had a really good view. I mean we were facing their sides but it was ok...because John plays his guitar in a lewd fashion and it is very entertaining (for me) from the back. Also Chad was amazing. He must have to keep 30 drumsticks closeby. But dude he is one amazing drummer. Flea was wearing girl pants and he jumped really high and talked about the cosmos and truth and love. Anthony was Anthony. My favorite part was when we blinded John Frusciante. So he is coming off-stage after the encore and I was screaming like an adolescent girl (it was kind of embarassing) and he looked up and Eric flashed the camera in his face. Heh. Literally we were like five feet from their heads. Could have spit on John's head had I been so inclined. I just can't believe I was that close to them...Wow. Of course, the set list was amazing. I don't have it with me so I might miss a few and they aren't in order but here it is:

Can't Stop
Dani Cali
Get On Top
Snow
Charlie
C'mon Girl
Warlocks
READYMADE
Me and My Friends
By the Way
Sir Psycho Sexy (!!!!!!)
UNDER THE BRIDGE
Give It Away
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Oh I'm totally forgetting a bunch. Also John played two solos! Once because he always does and he played "Mandy." We don't know the other song. Oh well. And the whole thing was beautiful. I was so happy. I love Readymade because it offers insane rocking possibilities and they played it and I almost beat Eric up because I was so stoked. So yeah. Hopefully we'll have pictures at some point.

Then came more adventure. We wanted to check out the bar scene...which was easier said than done. First we had to find the bar scene. So having done that we began the great parking spot search which led us to the projects (I didn't even know there were projects in Charlottesville) and back to a parking garage where we had to pay to park but didn't have to walk far in the cold...but it was still annoying. Bar #1 was an Irish Pub. It was lame. People were like walking right through our conversation even though there was room around us. It was weird. So we left having satisfied like three of the scavenger hunt requirements (drunkest girl, drunkest guy, and I forget...) Bar #2...was incredibly lame. We stayed long enough to walk the length of the bar. It didn't even get a star on the four star system. Maybe like half of a point of a star. Bar #3: We heard MMMBop coming from inside so we didn't even go in. Bar #4: Walked in...got armbands...walked upstairs...walked back downstairs and out the door. At this piont, we were feeling desparate (I can't spell that) so we went and just opened and door and entered a bar. But we were lucky because it was like we found home. We found the hipster bar. Everyone was wearing gray or black and Jenny Lewis was playing on the stereo and they had really cool beer on tap like Bittburger. So we stayed there and felt happy because we found the good bar.

Also, the tv in our room was green. Also, the room itself was down a scary David Lynch-esque hallway. Also, there was no trashcan in the room. Nor was there shampoo.

What a lovely weekend it was...

Ahem ahem. I have much to write about. Much. I realized I haven't written in ages and ages. So school is good. I love it. Love love it. Like today for instance I was in an extremely horrible mood because I was mean to my cats this morning (I am a huge bitch) and I'm having landlord problems and relationship paranoia. And I was just in the worst mood ever and I got to school and magically felt better.

My landlady is being kind of a jerk. She decided suddenly that I couldn't use her washer and dryer (part of the lease agreement) because of the cat hair and she said I was gonna have to use public washers because apparently my cats are "unhygenic." Which caused me to just about flip my shit. And she wrote it in this big long letter (in which she also invited me to dinner) but I had just said goodbye to Drew and my fun week of Chili Peppers and the city was over so I was already sad and bitter. It was just bad timing. And she always has bad timing. Or it could be that she thinks everything I do is horribly wrong and dreadful. Like one day in the middle of the damn afternoon (I was asleep) she smelled cigarette smoke (it was incense) and came banging on my door. I was like grrrr. I'm just really sensitive and she is really blunt and it hurts my feelings a lot and it is making me really paranoid about being alive I think. I'm hoping it works itself out. I asked her to lower my rent by at least $20 since she is technically breaking part of the lease agreement (also they never installed internet which was part of the original agreement as well) so I need that $20 so I can afford to pay $2.50 a load to do it at the laundromat. And I hate laundromats. HATE hate.

Um so ok last week. Drew and Daigle arrived upon the scene and we set about tearing up the town. We tried to go to a bar but of course they were trying to card Drew since it was Monday and the bars were totally empty so we thought ok we'll go to the park because it is really pretty and right on the Hudson. There was a police officer there and of course he had to act like a giant dickhead. I mean...is it necessary to always be a jerk? Do the police feel that they are getting ahead in life by trying to make everyone else feel small? I really don't get it. I don't know why being a nice person doesn't matter to them. Maybe I have just had only bad experiences with the police...but every one in the world (except the son of my former babysitter who was a cop and the husband of my former hair stylist) have been horrible jerks to me. Do I look particuarly unsavory as a character? I don't think so. I think I generally look pretty respectable. Darn it!

Uh anyway that was unnecessary.

So on Tuesday we had the Chili Peppers. I raced to Verona (where Kris lives) after class and we tried to get the boys ready (easier said than done) and then we went to a schmancy (for us) restaurant and got escargot which wasn't horrible but I didn't love the texture. I spent the entire day being frightened that our concert tickets wouldn't work because I got them from Stubhub which is a resale place that is perfectly legal and filled with guarantees but I was paranoid all the same. We missed some of the Mars Volta because there was much to be done...;) and beer to buy. But to me it sounded like the Volta rewrote every single song so that it sort of resembled their actual songs. I liked it though. It helps if you like aimless cacophony I think. They have about 87 band members. Mine and Drew's seats were goooood. They were in the first section off the floor about 12 rows back, dead center. So I couldn't see Anthony picking his nose or anything but I could see that his arm was near his nose. I am not implying that Anthony Kiedes was picking his nose it was just an example.

The Peppers were AMAZING! Never before have I been to a rock show that gave me chill bumps. I threatened to run off with John Frusciante because a) he is very sexy b) he fascinates me because he hears voices c) he burned his own house down once upon a time d) he is a genius e) spiritually I think we connect. So I was gonna let Drew have Flea but he didn't want him. Oh well his loss. Flea threw up behind an amp and then told us about it. YESSSS. And then he talked a lot about peace and love and light and things that I appreciate. I'm pretty sure he is the sweetest person ever.

They played (in no particular order and there might be some mistakes here): Don't Forget Me, Can't Stop, By the Way, Dani California, Tell Me Baby, Stadium Arcadium (I think...my memory isn't so good), Charlie, Snow (for which they were making a video at the concert and so we all had little pen lights that we waved during the song...it was all very magical), Throw Away Your Television, Me and My Friends, Give It Away (encore which was AMAZING), and I'm forgetting the rest. And John sang "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" which has always been one of my favorite songs so that was freaking cool.

I was a little sad that they didn't play Breaking the Girl or Hard to Concentrate. I would have been ok with either. Or Zephyr Song since they played have of the By the Way album anway. But it was very hot and sweaty and humid and awesome. I love shows the most. I can't wait until Fourth Card makes it big so I can quit my job and/or school and be the phone answerer which I think is the job I've been assigned. So yeah...

On Wednesday we went to the city. Of course, we didn't even get on the bus until 4:30 but we went to every music store in the city where the boys were playing drums and guitar and Kris and I stood around looking like girlfriends who were being dragged from music store to music store. Yay. Then Kris and Daigle ice skated around Rockefeller Center which I have to say was one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen. Krista was skate-walking instead of skating and Daigle should have been a figure skater. I think he was Dick Button in a past life...only I think Dick Button isn't dead and that doesn't work but you get what I mean. Then we found a bar that didn't card and I had the world's strongest cosmo and we went home. Those are the highlights. :)

The weekend was boring. I'll be home this weekend so I can partake in the Halloween festivities. I have a feeling there won't be any here. So thank you and goodnight.

caffeinated
So it has occured to me, after many people left messages about it, that my little box that has the send a message, add to friends, stuff is gone. Gone as in it isn't there and I haven't the foggiest idea how to fix it. So if someone can tell me, then tell me, otherwise I'll work on it some more. But clearly I am not having much luck.

Ok so I was in VA for the weekend. Mostly doing family stuff. But I have to say, the time I was around people, things were fine. I still have a giant paranoia monster to deal with but that will be dealt with in the coming week and I'm actually not very worried about it at the moment. However, there was no breaking up of any kind and I see that as a giant victory.

There is also this idea in development that could potentially ensure that I don't have to deal with any more drama or stupid craziness for a long time. Still being developed though. ;)

So school is great. It always takes me a day or so to get back into the swing of things. But yesterday was genuinly a weirdo day. There was a strange energy everywhere. I think no one was ready for the three day weekend to be over. Or something. There might have just been weirdness there. Anyway it wasn't there today so it doesn't matter.

I'm so incredibly stoked. Next Tuesday is the Chili Peppers which I have had tickets to since July...which is a long time to sit on tickets. I think in order for me to be satisfied, they are going to have to play for about 8 hours. I think they have become my favorite band. I've always loved them particuarly BloodSugarSexMagik but with the release of Stadium Arcadium I am a giant fan. They are genius I tell ya, just genius! So Drew is coming up with Daigle and the four of us (Kris being the fourth) are going to see them and they are playing with the Mars Volta which I cannot express my joy in regards to. Syntax-wise that made no sense. Sorry I'm in a hurry.

Also this was very vague. Sorry about that too.

Today we started working on the events in the Greek Olympics. I have decided to become a javelin thrower as my new career. We can just add this to my list of careers including but not limited to: go-go dancer, welder, professional whiffle ball player, and there are many more. Also I have created a new art form to bring to the Anthroposophical community which is called "Anthroposophical Stripping." I haven't worked out the logistics such as how this art form will actually differ from regular stripping but I think it is going to be huge. :)

Now I have to go either clean or walk home in the rain, I'm still undecided on that one.

Today...

I don't want to talk about today right now. I want to talk about other things. I want to talk about how sad I feel. I am not complaining about feeling sad because I think it is a good thing. Part of the "healing" process maybe. I haven't cried since the day I quit my job and things have gone to shit since then. Ok some things were shit before but the things that weren't started to become such.

How to get back to good? That is the question of the year. As soon as I figure out the easiest way for things not to be shitty I'm gonna let you know because it is going to make me a rich woman...and then probably things will be shittier because I have tons of money and I've heard that too much money makes people miserable but I have no experience with that now do I?

(Insert giant sigh here)

Things never much go as they are planned do they?

I don't even know what to say. My time in Germany is coming to a close. I'm very sad but I think it has been very helpful. The children are great. They are huge and not at all the same. They are growing up. We were watching Lina yesterday and Hermann said "She isn't a little girl anymore." And she isn't. And Thea isn't a baby. I forgot when I left that they would grow up. Thea's final words to me "Pomme mit?" (meaning "Can I come?") will be forever imprinted in my memory. Because where I failed with all of those other children, I meant something to her.

And where I've failed with friends and family, they don't seem to mind. Funny how we've fallen back into being a family. I've missed them. I miss them.

So many things to miss.
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Today I saw the Brothers Grimm Museum. It was lovely. I didn't fall in love with Kassel because it isn't very pretty and it doesn't have the sort of personality that jumps out at you at all but I felt bad for it because it was gutted in the war and when they rebuilt it was about function not aesthetics. But anyway, the museum wasn't anything fancy but it had some of their furniture and a huge chunk of their personal libraries. It also had editions of things they published with their own notes...and they both had the world's neatest handwriting. Handwriting is such a trendy thing. People from every generation have their own sort of handwriting...strange to me. But in 1840 no one dotted their i's with hearts believe me. They also had some family jewelry and portraits and things.

Upstairs they had little mock-ups of the fairy tales and many editions and illustrations of the stories. In one room they had "Tales of the Wild." That was my favorite room complete with a forest-like atmosphere and a bird up in a tree (fake although very charming). It retold the stories of Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, and Rapunzel.

And then I went home and rode the broken bike uphill from the station. It was fine when it decided to be in a normal gear but this bike is a magical bike and it would change gears all on it's own and then you'd be in the Lance Armstrong gear which is fine but I'm not technically Lance Armstrong and so it was not entirely pleasant. And then I bought more Paprika chips because I ate the others and it is ludicrous not to have any while I'm in the land of Paprika chips.

And we had lentil soup for tea and I loved it. It is very easy to fall into the British/German way of talking. Oh well. My redneck speech will soon return probably as soon as the plane hits U.S. air space.

Good night.

Happy May Day! I'm very tired. Today I got up early because I've been sleeping a lot lot lot and so I was up during the night and woke up early. Yuck. But clearly I needed to catch up on sleep. Anyway. This is really boring so far. Don't worry, it gets better. So then I played with the kids. We read about 97 books and then made a crown. Then we had porridge and had naps and now comes the interesting part.

This afternoon we set off for Sababurg which is the Sleeping Beauty castle. It was just Hermann, the kids, and me. We drove through the prettiest little towns, "Hamlets" I guess is the best word and then we had to take a ferry across the river. It was lots of fun.

I loved the castle. Hermann was disapointed because it was mostly ruins but I thought it was fantastic. Sleeping Beauty is quite my favorite fairy tale you see. And although the roses hadn't bloomed yet, still a bit early, the vines were everywhere and yeah for a 675 year old castle, it was very excellent. I'll post pictures at some point. It is also a hotel and restaurant but obviously we didn't stay at the hotel or eat at the restaurant. Eating at any nice place with little children is maybe a tiny bit pointless. My point is, I could just imagine the big feasts in what was left of the great wall and the fairies and the spinning wheels and the towers and the sleeping for a hundred years.

Then on the way home we stopped by Hannover something...not the offical Hannover but I forget the name. So this place charmed my socks and/or pants off. The whole town was half-timber houses and they were all crooked! Apparently the people living there were really, really poor and could only afford to use second hand wood that had been used in other things already or was very crooked so all the houses are slanted. It was very sweet and VERY German. It was what the typical German town looks like I think. We didn't have anything like that in the north so it was pretty new to me. I mean I've seen half-timber houses before (which are made from straw and clay just btw) but never so many. There were hundreds!

So we are all exhausted and cranky now. The kids are in the tub and I'm slouched here feeling happily tired. And before I went to sleep today I thought "I'm so, so, so happy."

But I miss you all. Especially Sam but I doubt he is reading this because he can't use the computer...no opposable thumbs you see.

So I've done about 8 loads of laundry today. I'm getting ready to leave for Germany the day after tomorrow and I had absolutely no clean clothes. So yeah. Thats pretty much what I've done all day. That and watch tv while I folded things. Whew. But I'm getting closer to being ready. I think. Except I still have like 87 things to do and instead I'm here writing and marching around doing nothing.

I didn't get very much done today. Somehow I just wander around and nothing gets done. I need to trim my nails. They are very freakish and long and I always like to do stuff like cut my nails before I go here or there.

I watched Hostel today. I thought it was dumb. I also went to Target. That went better. I enjoyed the Target trip loads more than the Hostel viewing.

And a million loads of laundry!

I'm sorry I'm very sidetracked because I am fascinated with Anthony Bourdain on the travel channel. I have a mad crush on him for some reason. Who knows. But that is what I am doing...watching Anthony Bourdain eat strange things in Asia.

All I have to do now is reach into my inner subconscious and remember how cold Germany is and trust that it will still be horrible and cold and pack lots of pants when I want to wear shorts. Hopefully there will be flowers. Well I know there will be. Somehow they manage to have flowers like all year long. THAT I don't get.

Well I must go and pretend to get something done.

Back by popular demand (or just the demand of my aunts): Anna's journal!!!

So here we are. A mere month after I jumped ship on my job. I'm a little bit frightened. BUT I am glad that I am being encouraged to pursue my more hippie ideas...because we have so seen that Anna trying to conform to the normal way of doing things is NOT going to work. So let us all embrace the left-field ideas and beliefs of Anna E. and let her go to a hippie school to get her Master's and yes even supports it because deep down there is some hippie in everyone. That was very rambly sorry.

I had an interesting weekend. Thursday I babysat, spoke to old women, and went to a party. Friday I went to another party and then another...one was one of those semi-horrifying parties featuring uh supplies and accesories for indoor sports. I blushed with a fair amount of frequency.

Then last night a friend of mine came into town and insisted upon hanging out with me which led to another late night. Then today I had a bridal shower to go to.

And I am worn out. And my room just becomes more and more nightmare-esque. There is a pile of laundry that is taller than me. And a stack of books even taller. Oy. And there is cat hair a foot deep. But I like it. Because I like Sam and I like wading in his hair. I only wish he'd learn how to vacuum! And he snores. Just like a man.

Haha I think it is so hilarious that the cigarette companies actually sponser commercials for keeping kids from smoking.

Anyway.

I can't focus on one topic tonight. I just had a really long, organized conversation with Tina so my focus has run out or something.

Going to bed now. Check back tomorrow for an organized entry that is about something.

Things in the apartment are VERY unpleasant. Here it is in the abridged format: smoking in the living room and other communal areas even though it was agreed that this would NOT happen, fighting about weddings all the time, strep throat, bitchiness, and what is turning into a very bad case of "If you cross Anna, you WILL pay." I guess you could say it is sort of tense.

I have strep throat.

I have also been trying to help with wedding stuff but find that I am going scorned at every turn and not in a nice way. So fine. I'm not helping any more. I'll show up and I'll sing but beyond that, I think I'm done.

Also, everyone hates my cats. Never mind that the cats pretty much get into equal amounts of trouble, clearly my cats are the problem. Poor Sylvie-Hazel. She is so good and lovely and everyone hates her but mummy.

My appendix hurts. Only it is on the right side so maybe it is my spleen instead. Appendix...spleen, who gives a shit.

Today at school was MOST unpleasant. I know how hilarious it is to spray perfume and light it on fire, however, this is not so funny when you are in class. Particuarly when the flame is enourmous and covering half of a desk and it catches someone's coat on fire. This is just not so funny, I find.

Also, someone is in town this weekend, a good friend yes, but I have STREP THROAT and no one seems to care so now I am trouble AGAIN for not being able to go out this weekend. Maybe I'll catch rheumatic fever and die. Then I'll hear from heaven (where I will most certainly be because of my world renowned patience and love toward students who don't deserve it): "Oh that Ms. Snow...I'm so glad she is dead." "Oh that is one less person we have to feed." "Oh good that Ms. Snow was the worst teacher I've ever seen." "Oh well...I hope we can arrange the funeral around basketball tournaments." (Just kidding mom) It would be more like "I hope we can arrange the funeral around Mosey's schedule."

Also, some other areas of my life are not-so-satisfactory. Sometimes, people let you down. And they don't even have the decency to say "yes I let you down." They don't even mention it. Maybe they are frightened or they don't think anything is wrong. But my feelings are hurt. Oh yes they are.

It seems that my feelings are getting hurt a lot lately. I'm officially becoming a hermit.

Why was it that when I was in Germany, I missed everyone, but I was a lot happier with myself?

I don't make it a habit of crying over NPR which I listen to every day on the way to school. But last Friday I was driving along and...I have no words to describe it. It was this man who participated in this thing called StoryCorps. It is sort of an oral history of the United States, the stuff that isn't in history books, and Danny loved to go to the booth at Grand Central Station and talk about Annie, his wife. So I listened to his story of how they met and then after they aired it, announced that he was sick with terminal cancer and they broadcast from his home while he told his last story. He said "There never has been, isn't now, and never will be another Annie."

He talked about how Annie had been his rock and had taken such wonderful care of him as was dying. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard...or have ever heard. Just a normal guy who loved his wife and believed in love and wasn't afraid to say it like most people are.

I cried my head off on the way to school.

That same day, Feb. 24th, Danny died while they were reading emails to him that had been sent into NPR after the story aired.

I love love love the new format here. I think it is very lovely and elegant and wedding invitation-esque. And you know, there is a wedding being planned so that is the theme around here. Not my wedding remember!

Yesterday we went to a wedding expo. I had a lovely time. We got to sample a lot of food including (but not limited to): roast beef, spinach and artichoke dip, cake, more cake, a little bit more cake, the best lemonade ever, chocolate covered strawberries, and so on. THEN Tina's parents took us out to eat at Cracker Barrell...heh I wrote Cracked Barrell first. that would be funny. Also, I think Barrel only has one l. Wow, there is just no telling.

Date Movie looks funny. I might go and see it today. Yeah I am so going to the movies today ALONE! I love going to the movies alone. I'm not one of those whiny baby people who can't go alone. There is just too much to miss that way.

I am so mad. I forgot to watch ice dancing last night. That is my very favorite ice sport. I looove it. I so dislike pairs figure skating because everyone loves it so so much but no one gives ice dancing any credit. None! So I love it because they are the underdogs and because it is lovely and wonderful.

Have decided to take ballroom dancing lessons. I have discovered that you can take them privately but apparently you can also take them in groups of like three if you want. So if I can find some people that would be fun.

I'm gonna go channel my inner rock star and go grocery shopping.

Sometimes I am very sad that Johnny Cash is dead.

And on another, less random note, I am pretty sure I was a Valentine's Day celebrity this week. I got a flower from my roomate (Noj, can you believe it?), and I got flowers at school yesterday and my mom got me loads of stuff (earrings and a new set of Longaberger pottery) and I got candy and I had a very excellent dinner with Dawn on the actually day of.

I had a mostly bad day at work. But I am a trooper and didn't let it get me down. Never mind that I will probably get yelled at or fussed at or talked to by someone tomorrow because I rarely get to go a day without this happening. And today I wrote 6 people up. Yeah I did. And I kicked two people out of my fourth block class. Just take that kids! I'm exhausted with my second block. One day if I lecture they are really good and then the next day I'll think "oh they are good when I lecture" so I lecture and they are horrible so the next day I'll try something else. I try something different every day. Today...it was like a zoo. Which makes me angry because I have good classroom control with my other classes. The people who got written up got written up for skipping not being horrible. I'm so at a complete loss. So I put a note with the referrals. I wanted to talk to the AP right then but he was not around so I wrote him a note about how I wanted to have a meeting. I'm almost positive that instead of coming out of the meeting with good advice, I'll come out feeling like a bad teacher as is what happens EVERY FREAKIN TIME!

Gosh I heart teaching.

Anyway, tomorrow is Friday.

I wouldn't have survived today without my ipod. I just plugged in during my whole planning and wouldn't let anyone talk to me. HA! I don't want to talk to anyone anyway.

I hope it snows this weekend. My nerves are frayed. I'm rattled.

Mom took Roxie to the vet. We are all amazed. Roxie is the number 1 hardest person to catch.

I'm going to go watch reruns of America's next top model now, until the office comes on.

GOOD NIGHT

Tina won't walk down the aisle to the theme song from "The Office." I'm really sad. I think that was the best wedding suggestion I've made so far. A BOBBLE HEAD DWIGHT! Sorry. I just am sort of cracked out on Darvoset. Which isn't actually killing my pain but is making me act like a nutter.

Ok brief update:

~Had a horrible fight with Eric. We have since made up because he said "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I miss you." And as no male person has EVER said that to me before I forgave and forgot. I have vowed to try and not be such a crazy bitch all the time as well.

CONAN WAS JUST ON THE OFFICE. SCORE.

~I have totally been having migraines for the past week and I finally went to the doc. I was informed that they are sinus migraines which is rubbish (not rubbish it is true it just stinks) and darvocet which is not helping the pain but making me dizzy and naseous and making me act crazy.

~Sam is still as pretty as ever. Sylvie-Hazel has to get fixed tomorrow. Oh my.

~It hasn't snowed in a million years and I hate hate hate it. I don't WANT to go to school all day long every day.

What I love about the office: everything.

I just can't express my feeling regarding how freaking much I love love love Globe Trekker which used to be called Lonely Planet and was a far superior name. Anyway, every Saturday night it comes on and I tape all the episodes using the DVR which was the best invention IN THE WORLD. Laptop? Ipod? The Wheel? No. The DVR.

But the point is, I no longer have to surf through channels watching ridiculous stuff that I don't want to watch. Such as the new show on MTV: My Own. This is the worst waste of satellite signal that I've ever, ever seen. I don't care in the slightest about someone who is moron enough to not only fall obsessively in love with a famous musician but then can only date people that resemble this person. The person who can sing the most like said celebrity OR look the most like him/her or both. Today's episode featured Avril Lavigne. Were I not sick, I would have thrown the tv onto the patio. Instead I didn't watch the whole thing because it was the dumbest thing ever. That is what I don't get about MTV; when they get a good show even if it is ridiculous, they cancel it. They never let anything run for more than a season. And now...mtv suckety suck sucks.

I had to go back to school yesterday and I'm very bitter. I was getting used to playing all day. My daily routine was: get up, watch ellen, take a bath, clean maybe a little, possibly make the bed, eat, fall asleep watching seasons of various tv shows, wait for Eric to call, hang out with Eric until he went to work, go to bed, start the whole process over again. Or if I were at home it went like this: sleep, get awakened by Mosey, Sam, or Sylvie-Hazel, watch Ellen, eat something usually from a fast food chain of some sort, read, watch Days, read, maybe do some sort of cleaning and or laundry, eat dinner, read and/or watch tv with the parents or possibly go to the movies, come home, go to bed.

Really. I'm not sure if I'm cut out to hold down a strenuous job. Not that writing isn't strenuous but at least if I write something crappy I don't ruin the lives of 50 children who don't pass their SOLs and have to take 8th grade English again. Shudder. That is the scariest thing about being a teacher these days. Forget like school shootings. People run and scream and cry at the words "No Child Left Behind" and "Standard of Learning" and "Accredidation" and I think I spelled that wrong. Clearly I was left behind at some point.

I think I'll go into politics. I'm going to run for president and I'm going to do it for two reasons: getting rid of the "No Child Left Behind" and SOL junk and cancel all the stupid shows on MTV. I'll make them show something at least half-way worthwhile that might possibly teach these children something besides how to shake their asses like Fergie (even though you'd have to see a video on MTV which also does not happen...really, they have problems) and then might care about something and then I wouldn't get so infuriated when not only can the kids name which celebrities are pregnant and who the baby daddies are but who is getting divorced, married, engaged, breaking an engagement, starring in a movie based on a video game or comic book, and what Aaron Carter's birthday is. Whew.

Now that I have that out of my system, I must go to bed. Even though this show on Tunisia is really good. I'm watching Globe Trekker of course. WHY WHY WHY am I not hired to be on this show? I'll eat sheep eyes in wherever they might eat sheep eyes. I won't shower for three days! I'd be perfect! Perffffect.

Good night.

Yeah I haven't updated in a minute. A two week minute. So here I am updating. I don't have a lot to update on simply because of the whole out of school thing. I went to a pretty kickin' New Years party last night. Eric had a party. It was a good time. After the football went off. There were two hamburgers cooked even though we had about 50. I got one of them. Mwah ha ha.

So anyway. I decided this year, not to make a New Years resolution. Absolutely not. I decided, instead, to not make one. I have a great reason for this. I always blow them off and it is always so sad so I'm not going to try it any more ever again. That is NOT a resolution. I know that it kind of sounded like a resolution but it isn't.

The inside of my nostril itches. I believe there is a cat hair in there.

I have to resume my work tomorrow. I don't much want to go tomorrow. I have a sore throat. Maybe it will escalate until I have blisters and a fever. I don't actually want that. I'd rather have snow. Also, it is far more work getting plans ready and emailed in than it is to actually show up. Believe me.

Have had an epiphany. I'm not going to go all the way into it but I'll just say that something because crystal clear to me at about 3 am. I like dogs. That wasn't the epiphany. That was just a sidebar.

I think that some of my friends are too young...and some are too old. And when I go out, I go to places that I would never meet anyone in. Like...the bar. And when you are at the bar you only meet drunk guys...and a lot of times they say stuff like "so uh you drinking?" And then I am forced to get sarcastic. Just like that time that the guy asked me if I'd ever tried a blueberry martini and when I said no, suggested a list of places that served them. And that was when I say Ty Pennington from Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Oh dear. Also, this episode of Gilmore Girls (which is what I've done all day) is very reminiscent of my life in general. There is this boy you see and he is an idiot which makes him, of course, irresistable. Rory loves him because he is an idiot and so she keeps making the same mistakes relating to this boy. And that is what I do. Apparently it is my career. Now I will explain why I've been watching The Gilmore Girls all day. I have been watching the girls all day because isn't what you do on the first day of the year is the thing you do all year? So I would prefer to do things like watch Gilmore girls all year...or something.