Saturday, October 05, 2002

My mind is one of the weirdest places, especially during those extended dream sequences. I was totally exhausted last night, and going to bed at 8 seemed totally reasonable. I slept until 8 this morning, surfacing from the sleeping pool a happier and more lucid individual.

I've been having more than my fair share of weird dreams for the last few weeks, but I'm not even sure where the source is for last night's dreams. Someone was going to kill a mouse, which kept seeking refuge with me. I was having to protect it from various predators and friends who all wanted to kill it. I took care of it and it turned into this huge glossy rat. I was horrified by the creature, but couldn't seem to bring myself to kill it, even though I knew it was going to attack me. As dreams like this always seem to do, it turned into a huge dance number in a disco. I was the only person with NO rhythm, as I was having to dance with this stupid rat in my hands.

Thursday, October 03, 2002

I received an email from the Teaching Fellows entitled “Your Honeymoon”. The letter explained that most of us had been experiencing the honeymoon period, and that things could get worse over the next few weeks. Honeymoon period?!?!? If this was my honeymoon period, I can’t wait for the post-coital nightmare of classes next week! I think this means that my new educational bride is going to roll over in bed, cut off my manhood, and smack my head repeatedly against the headboard.

I was observed today by one of my professors from Brooklyn College. He is actually a very good teacher with years of experience in real classrooms, and many of his comments were helpful. However, it was just wildly depressing and frustrating that most of his ideas are ones in my plans, I just haven’t had any TIME. My room has no board space as it was originally a home-ec (sp?) room. I have all these useless cabinets and nonfunctioning sinks. I will buy some plywood and seal up the areas for more space, but that is not an easy task. I will make more posters from scratch displaying some of the older lessons, design better constructivist lesson plans, and somehow motivate some of my eighth graders to memorize their multiplication tables. Maybe if I give up an outside life and sleep entirely, I can accomplish these things. Or maybe I can get really fed up with the whole shebang, throw this one particular surly girl out the window, and begin my life anew as a whirling dervish. I think I would like spinning.

I just need to make it through tomorrow, have a glass of wine, and finish some projects over the weekend. My batteries are totally drained, my throat is sore from shouting, I have shooting pains in my knee, and my back is becoming permanently curved from carrying home two teachers editions plus notes.

Wednesday, October 02, 2002

I think I want sweat pouring off my body this weekend. Any takers?
51. I don’t want to have kids. But if I ever had a daughter, I’d name her Rio, and she would have to dance on the sand. Dance, damn you, dance!
52. I have never eaten a booger, or glue, or chalk.
53. Watching someone draw anything with a pen or pencil hypnotizes me.
54. Hockey is fun. Blood bounces on ice.
55. I love hunting turkey. If you’ve ever seen a turkey in flight, you’d know that they deserve to die.
56. My first gay experience was in Skagway, Alaska.
57. When I had hair on my head, I looked like Guy Smiley from the game show on Sesame Street. Later, when I was fat and grew my hair into a ponytail, I looked like Steven Segal.
58. I dance like a white boy raised in a Baptist church.
59. My first kiss was Jennifer McKinney in 9th grade. First attempt we bonked heads.
60. My best kiss was Massimo Bilancione, an Italian tourist in London. We kissed in Leicester Square in a warm summer rain.
61. My favorite keychain was my Buddha keychain. I liked having the wise man of a billion people in my pocket.
62. My ultimate travel destination would be New Zealand.
63. I don’t salute the flag, I think that being a patriot can’t be defined by a hollow rote monologue.
64. I know how lucky I am to have been born American.
65. I have no fear of public speaking.
66. I can hold my breath for over two minutes.
67. I don’t really meditate well. About two minutes of deep breathing, I’m asleep.
68. I have played a turn based videogame 48 hours without a break.
69. I don’t believe in astrology at all.
70. I do believe in ghosts. I’ve seen one.
71. I believe in fairy tales.
72. I’m allergic to shellfish and thimerasol.
73. I would love to get into politics, but I don’t want my private life made public.
74. I have owned my Coke machine for fifteen years.
75. No cavities, plus I floss every night.

Monday, September 30, 2002

Note to self: Roommate has posted on his blog that we're having a party on Friday October 12th. Yay me! Of course, that means that I have to clean up big time, but we'll figure that out. Email me if you need directions, because of course you're invited.

Sunday, September 29, 2002

The second fourth of my List of 100 Things About Me.

26. I was born in 1970, 5pm on the nose. I was never meant to have a normal day job.
27. I hate olives and pickles. Pickle juice will make me retch.
28. I am a procrastinator. I’ll talk about that later.
29. I have a scar on my back from walking backwards into a glass shower door. I was turning around as my high school friend Breck was shaving off one of his eyebrows in my bathroom. I also have a scar on my thumb where my chainsaw cut down to the bone a few years ago.
30. No tattoos, but I want to get my family’s cattle brand- a Triangle Lazy B.
31. My nose is broken, the disastrous result of Scott Svatos and me catching the ball at the same time in the fourth grade. It has been broken again a few times from either doors or fists.
32. I can’t breathe through my nose when I’m asleep. I don’t really snore, but I’m not exactly quiet either.
33. I sleep better with someone in the bed. I love spooning.
34. I’m not fearless. I’m clueless.
35. My first time drinking alcohol was after I graduated from high school. My best friend Breck and I went up to my family’s cabin, rummaged through the cabinets. All we could find was peppermint schnapps and Diet Dr. Pepper. I threw it up, and now can’t drink either beverage.
36. I can brew alcohols. My cider is the tastiest.
37. I own every a-ha album.
38. I AM THE CAR MECHANIC GOD. Seriously. I’m really good.
39. I can be in the middle of a great moment, and realize it is one of those ‘great moments.’
40. I’m not ticklish.
41. I graduated from Clovis High School in 1989. I teach kids born in 1989.
42. Palindromes and just saying words backwards amuse me endlessly. Murmur/rumrum is my favorite.
43. Although I can resist it much better now, I’m pretty vulnerable to the ‘triple dog dare.’
44. My favorite outfit always involves blue jeans. I am totally comfortable in a tux, but hate suits.
45. I am pretty certain I would make a truly terrifying drag queen. Shaving that much surface area would be painful.
46. Boxers. Tighty-whities look really silly on me.
47. I don’t want to grow up, I’m a Toys'R'Us kid.
48. I was valedictorian of my high school. I skipped nearly a third of my senior year.
49. I’ve had dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, guinea pigs, ferrets, lizards, frogs, turtles, fish, and a snake as pets.
50. My ex Jason gave me crabs. I didn’t like those as pets.