What up, Fall?

You are supposed to be my favorite! Why you treating me so mean?!
Watching kids every single day who aren't mine (although they are loved by me dearly), losing a family friend, and accidentally walking into a party with all my friends that I wasn't invited to are just a few things that have already started bothering me by 7:30 am. At least I have Justin, and only 1 semester left. Hopefully by May I can get the fuck out of here and find some real happy. At this point in time, you just aren't cutting it, Russellville.

You know, things are a-okay. I like giving my days to crafting, it's always a good feeling to have something right there that you can look at, touch, show off, and be proud of and say "oh, there's my day. sure made it count!" I have made so many knitted hats, purses, condoms, and penis pouches, it ain't even funny. I've also been playing around with magazine altering.  I have done some pretty intense book altering before, but never with mags. So far, real fun and successful. I woke up early and went gay-raj sale shopping this morn wif Lou.  We bought so much ridiculous shit.  His winning item was an old lunch box with shittily animated cartoon cars on it, complete with a matching thermos. Mine was a box of 100+ records that I paid a few bucks for, took home, and found tons of old Beatles singles and other valuable shit in.  Score mama! I also found a big ole bag of embroidery patterns and thread, and I sure as hell embroidered a real cute heart on my mean shark t-shirt. It makes him look more loving and cute and less like he is going to eat you and your children and all the tiny fishies that don't have a chance. Maybe I will put a carrot in his mouf too?

I just learned that from old peeps that I was just like Emma when I was her age. A weirdo, but funny because of it (I hope?).  Auntie Koolant Cary told me that she used to take me out every Friday and buy me a toy from Wal-Mart. One time I wanted a tickle-me-elmo, and it was too expensive, so she had to say no. And I said I understood, but asked if I could just kiss Elmo goodbye first? Except I couldn't pronounce "kiss." I said "piss." So I go down the aisle and piss every single Elmo. I'm in tears. She's a little bit in tears. And she used money she didn't have to buy me that damn toy.

Sucker.

Yesterday was good. I painted a whole house! Like a real sized house! I picked a ton of fresh veggies from a garden. I cooked the shit out of them and tried new recipes. Successful ones. I watched some funny tv (Louie)!  I didn't waste a minute napping. I ate a foot long veggie sub with motha fuckin avacados from Subway.  I went to autozone and picked out an oil filter all by myself. I even got the right one. I got my oil changed and my car drives like a dream.  I got a free Dr. Pepper from a stranger at a gas station. I dog sat the cutest dog on the planet. I swam the night away with my family, watched a beautiful sunset from the pool, and had a beer in one hand and baby Kate in the other the whole time. Oh just lurvely.

I have this really great teacher for most of my education classes. She's new, but real down to earth. She also has the best sense of humor of any teacher I've ever had, and I think I respect her for that mostly.
She likes me a whole lot, probably because I laugh at her jokes and we seem to get each other. When she assigns us boring blawblaw homework that requires listing bullshit facts, she always gives me an A+ even though I will just turn in a silly sketch. I like this lady. I hope to teach at the college level someday, and she gives me hope that maybe I will be happy about it.
So she is kind of my favorite teacher I guess, and I want to impress her because of that, but she probably thinks I'm just a big ole CRYBABY because I definitely cried for the second time in her class today.  Dangit! I have never cried at school ever (with the exception of 1st grade, when I flipped a ticket for convincing my entire class to hide under our desks and scare the teacher).  But one time the tech police yelled at me before her class and I went in all teary eyed boo hooin'. And today class was nearly over and it just came outta nowhere, ya know? Not really nowhere, I guess. We had to talk about sad students and why they were sad and consequences of them being sad..........and suicide came up.........and it hit a nerve.........because I have a crazy family member............who tried to pull that..........the other day...........wasn't successful..............was scary.............upset us all............feel funny.............miss my gpa...........not ready to lose another person yet...............then again, are we ever ready?
guess not.
2011, i'm not giving up on you yet. but please don't treat me like 2010 did. i can't handle another 2010.

Wahwahwah

I am doing everything in my power to sandbag my tears and not have a nervous breakdown. I'm such a baby.
Lauren Washy Matlock needs to move back asap, ya hurr?
Speaking of hurr, I need a not-so-stupid haircut. Maybe I will go to a real salon.
Oh great, now I'm that girl. Blogging about being sad and my hair. Never thought I'd see the day!

East vs West

tutoring tanim
TaMEAN
bored shitless.
He's reading about Helen Keller, and I am blogging.
The white feminist woman is watching the Tech Savvy Indian boy read about an incredibly influential historical female figure, while that feminist woman is blogging about it on his fancy laptop.
Irony.
Glad I can see/hear/talk.
Don't forget to be thankful for these things that we may think are "little" but are actually real big.

I am so goddamn addicted to Hobby Lobby.
Right after I tutor my little Indian boy, I drive about half a mile down the road and wa-la, I'm there.
And then, wa-la, my money is gone.
I know almost every employee by name. I prefer to go to Ashley's check out line. She probably thinks I'm addicted to Snickers bars. I think I'll tell her I don't ever eat candy, and I have to be careful with peanuty things because Reptar will blow up if he even gets a wif of peanut air, so sometimes when I'm out and about and buying crafty things, I just treat myself. Got it, Ashley?

Yesterday Tanim stole my favorite scarf and hid it in his bed.  Found it, washed it. Creepy weird.