Speeding down I-5 in Precision Auto, arriving and eating at the Mountlake Terrace Arby's, rushing back down Aurora and buying Krispy Kreme donuts all while crankin' the Van Halen.
I was all "it's okay to skip physics because I got in early decision and we can totally make up the lab later."
He was all "wanna go to the airport and watch the planes?"
AAAAAHHHHHHH! I'm supposed to go teach a class where we're looking for a sock monkey in dramatrue and I can't even find it in realtrue.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
4:14 UPDATE: Okay. I found the monkey. But there aren't any blocks in my classroom. Dammit. That's just crap. (Shut up about your office job with grownups.)
I have grown weary of being unable to breathe, (I got a letter from an ex-boyfriend that included the line "I had grown weary of the relationship" written on the back of a math paper of his from the second grade.) but this is mostly okay, because there are other good things, like seeing little kids with bowl haircuts and glasses. (Although the mother of this particular child is a woman for whom I harbor curricular frustration.)
I was good at my meeting today (even though at one point I said "I really can't picture myself teaching that ever."), but I think I might hate everyone and not want to teach any kind of traditional anything next year and come up with something else to do. (I might just need to eat some lunch.)
((I realize this whole post makes no sense, but it's exactly how my brain is functioning today. If I had my druthers, I'd be sitting in the new secret house, working on my script, eating food someone else made for me and making out.))
Today is the first Saturday in eight years that I haven't had to teach. Yes, I've abandoned the six-day work week in favor of the sleek and stylish five-day work week. Today's accomplishment? The purchase of a pair of turquoise mesh underpants with sparkly green zebras all over them!
Sparkly! Green! Zebras!
Underpants!
I spent the last thirty-nine hours in bed with a fever. It's gone now, but my throat feels like I swallowed a pool ball.
Even so, I'm extra-excited to look through my pile of audition sheets and try to decipher my notes from Saturday.
More to come, and all good times.
UPDATE, 8:08pm:
Apparently good times includes repeated vomiting. Why? Because just now I was throwing up while President Bush was talking on the TV.
A of all: I am an absolute one-woman dorkfest at work today. The quote posted earlier was in reaction to what a freakshow I was being yesterday afternoon and I just can't stop. I am going to have to run around the block.
B of all: I just had a really hard time not outright mocking the tech guy who just walked by wearing a Linkin Park t-shirt.
"Calm down or you're gonna get a fuckin'!"
Today is the first day that I don't want to do the tedious administrivial work I have in front of me. It only took me three weeks and two days to get bored. And only fifteen weeks and three more days to go!
I'm not complaining, really. I get to come in whenever I want, my fake name is fun (Morning Boss laugh everytime she hears it), and I am completely candid without fear of repercussion regarding, say, how much I use the phone or check other email or what I'll do in what order and the efficiency of existing systems. Y'know, the kind of thing that either gets you fired or results in a cigar-smokin' joe saying "You've got moxie, kid."
The actual problem is that I'm getting bored after so many weeks without teaching. I was downstairs today with all the field trip kids and I just wanted to talk to them. And make them do stuff. Educational stuff. Thankfully, classes start next week. I have the daughter of a Mariner in one class and in another we'll be creating the story of The Lost Sock Monkey.
Poor little lost sock monkey.
So I'm auditioning 35 people on Saturday for seven roles. I know that I should audition them based on their acting ability and willingness to work with others, but part of me just wants to know if they think my jokes are funny and that they're not idiots.
Probably I'll try to sneak those bits in, but wouldn't it be much easier if I could declare "no asshats or sucky people" on the audition sheet?
And what would you, as an auditioning actor, put on that audition sheet to prove to me that you're neither an ass nor a suckhead?
(PS Today is my sloppy blog-iversary.)
It's the first day of school, kids, and I couldn't be more excited. This day every year is a mix of all my first days of school and all of them were wondrous because I led a charmed life as far as school went. (Although I'd not want to do it all over again.) Today is all goldy light and good-smelling leaves, dance pants and a calculus textbook, dorm rooms and wiglace, track shorts and marching band practice.
Who wants to go cruising on Saturday night? I'll meet you in the Burger King parking lot.