Grace should be my middle name.

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Sunday, September 25, 2005

Some Things

The past few weeks have flown by. Here's a bullet list of what's going on:

* I started working on the yearbook

* I got a bunch of boxes from my dad, who had a bee in his bonnet about cleaning out the storage unit. This box contains scrap books, high school athletic plaques and other useless things that give me a head ache.

* I got a desk. A desk that I really like. I put it together and I'm using it now.

* I got a roommate.

* Because of the roommate, I now pay 1/2 of all the bills and feel much better about myself. She appreciates my Rome room, my rabbit, wine, beer, art, and shoes. However, she does not understand Napoleon Dynamite, which of course is an obvious drawback.

* I upgraded my computer situation to FAST DSL (since I have a roommate, I can now afford it) and it's wonderful.

* I'm TRYING to upgrade the computer situation to wireless internet. But it has been unsuccessful and frustrating.

* I got to go to a really fun party wtih my boyfriend and his family. They seems to like me, which is good. Because I definitely like them.

* I got to experience my boyfriend's family DISLIKING someone. Which was a hillarious and fun experience. It also made me thankful that they actually like me.

* A committee accepted my proposal to spend $500 to send me to a conference in a few weeks, which is amazing. Especially since I had been told "not to get my hopes up" - obviously, art is a priority to someone.

* I've updated my itunes to the neccessities. Important.

* I caught the Journey bug. Don't Stop Believin'!

* I bowled 112 to games in a row - huge!

* I rekindled my love for Tom Collins. Where has he been for 5 years? Vodka Mmmmm...

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Evidence That I, in fact, HAVE Lived in Old Folks Land Too Long:

I purchased a 6 pack of prune juice today.

Wouldn't my mother be proud.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Chances Are...

Chances are that if you know me in any real-life-way and aren't some internet stalker who doesn't comment on our little party, that you know of and probably have first-hand experience of me loosing things.

Yeah, you probably know it so well that you've either:

a) made fun of me for loosing stuff
b) had to spend 8 extra hour in a car, after having already spent 4 hours with me, because I left my keys at home
c) bought me one of those things from Brookstone where you can beep your lost keys because you were tired of waiting for me to find them
d) heard about the time I lost my dad's keys on the Rock n' Rollercoaster at Disney World
e) experienced the panic that ensues when I can't find something
d) know right off who my favorite saint in the whole world is

Yeah, I suck at loosing stuff. A lot. It hasn't really gotten me into a whole lot of trouble (except for that loosing keys on a roller coaster incident) because I always end up finding whatever it is. Which is, incidently, the reason St. Anthony is my all-time favorite saint. I have a theory that he really likes me too because he never fails. Ever. Keep up the good work, Tony!

Anyway, I know most of you have lost stuff too. Usually keys and cell phones are the big ones for me. I probably loose my keys about once a week for about 5 minutes and find them. Not completely ruining my day, but just making it start off all jittery. But things like shoes, belts, remotes, wallets, papers, pay stubs, and tickets should also be included.

Now loosing something important can really piss a person off. It's that feeling of, Dear-God-if-I-could-just-go-back-2-hours-ago-I-wouldn't-have-to-deal-with-this-horrible-feeling. Or that Dear-God-I'll-do-anything-if-only-you'd-give-me-a-little-hint-of-where-they-are-or-at-least-peace-of-mind-that-I-will-find-it-soon feeling. Yeah, you know those feelings. They can completely ruin a day that had been completely brilliant in every way.

Yeah, that happened to me today. I had a great day, teaching children all about Roy Lichtenstein - a lesson that was pretty darn good the first time, but after teaching it a few times, I'm AWESOME at. Kids were nice, asked good questions, worked hard and were pleasant.

And then around 1pm, I was feeling good, taking on new projects, excited about life and ready for a nice lunch and 2 more breezy classes, I realized that I wasn't sure where a $200 check with my name on it was. This particular $200 check was especially cool because it was a donation from parents for my class in particular. That means, they chose ME out of all 8 or their kid's teachers and gave ME $200. I hadn't even asked for it! And it was gone. And the bad thing was that I had already written the Thank-you-note and given it to the assistant principal. So there was no way out. I was a bad teacher and I lost the check.

So, I ransacked my room, went through the garbage cans THRICE - and turned everything upside down. And in an art room, garbage cans are pretty darn gross. It wasn't there. I told myself that it was either thrown away yesterday, stolen off my desk, or perhaps it could have been left at home last night. I spent the 10 minute car ride home stressed beyond belief that I'd have to go to the principal and tell her that I'm retarded and shouldn't be trusted with checks, and probably not with small children either.

My boyfriend has told me that I'm sort of funny because I don't stress out about lost items or things like that until they're gone. I'm all laize faire and in control about life and then I realize it's lost and BOOM - panic time. Whereas, he stresses beforehand in order to keep his crap together and unlost. Yeah, that's a totally foreign concept around these parts.

But, as I'm sure all of you know, one of the best feelings in the whole world is finding that extra special important and lost thing. Which I did. As soon as I walked into my bedroom.

I truly almost felt that St. Anthony was teaching me a lesson of responsibility today. But he came through. Thank goodness!

Now, I'd better get going and go deposit a check...