I haven’t done anything this morning. I’m feeling a little guilty about that. (I’m catching up on lj though!)
So I told Noah, “I got a lot done yesterday! I think that’s enough for one menstrual cycle!” Which amused me. Hopefully it will amuse someone else too. 😉
“I’m the kind of fun you usually have to pay for.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about my trip to Japan and the fact that I would like to bring a digital camera and was wondering if I could borrow yours.”
“Of course. You do realize that with this whole marriage thing it’s basically yours now too?”
BIG HUGE CHEESY GRIN
I likes making the boy happy.
On the net today there is a picture of me. The caption says:
“There are some people who wear T-shirts saying “Fight Censorship” andother people who take off their clothes in public, and refuse to putband aids over their nipples when asked to.”
I didn’t have the t-shirt on.
“I think most people want their partner to want things from them, to be engaged.”
Ok. What do I want?
“boot_slut: now I need to figure out what I want to bring to read while being stabbed painfully for hours
Spot: pr0n, obviously..”
Maybe Puppy doesn’t suck. He decided to talk to me and asked what I was up to. I told him about Noah and his response was:
“This goes to show that good guys can get the girl in the end, I’m very happy for you both.”
I’m impressed.
Today I was walking past some students who were still making out right after the bell rang to signal the end of break. The conversation went like this:
“Make out time is over, get to class.”
“Bitch” (this was kind of muttered as I was walking away.)
I turned around and said: “I am not a bitch. I am a very nice person,” and then I kept walking.
I like that my instinctive response to being called a bitch is no longer shame. 🙂
I can’t believe that I am an adult and when someone asks me to justify my authority in giving them a command I tell them:
“And you have to cause I’m the Princess and I say so.”
I need to get a life…
“People who don’t come with baggage aren’t planning to stay very long.”
-Tim.
Today in class:
Student: “So THAT’s what that means. How do you expect me to know that?”
Me: “I don’t. That is why you come to class and we talk about it.”
Student: “Oh.”
I thought it was funny.
“Miss A, do you think you could turn down the spaz a bit?”
“S–that would be like me asking you to be less S-like. I’m a spaz. That’s just how it is.”
*sigh* “I suppose I will have to learn to deal with that.”
I love my students.
“Every day I have a choice. I can be pretty, or I can be funny. I decided to go back to bed.”
This truly explains my boyfriend.
In talking to a friend about negative self-talk and doubt and stuff:
He is going to practice showing me how to deal with it…
C E: “C says – T** rawks!”
C E: “K feels bad because if T** rawks then she must not”
C E: xxx wrong.
C E: Round 2.
C E: “C says – T** rawks!”
C E: “K asks herself, ‘do I rawk?'”
C E: “k answers, “of course you do, silly girl”
C E: K thinks, “alright! I rawk!”
C E: K smiles and nods at C.
C E: How’s that look?
C E: Or…
C E: C says – t** rawks!
C E: K asks herself, do I rawk?
C E: K answers, I think so, but I’m not sure.
C E: K asks C – do I rawk too?
C E: C says, of course you do!
C E: K smiles and bounces “alright! I rawk!
I’m sitting here reading a romance novel and I start laughing just as Puppy walks in the room.
He says, “The sight of me eating a cookie in a shirt and no pants is that funny?”
“No. The scene in the book.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at my quizzically so I continue, “The woman has the opportunity to ask her husband questions about his first wife and he is surprised when she asks him a bunch of questions that more or less reflect, ‘Is she prettier than me?’ He doesn’t understand that women want to know if the earlier women were prettier and what they really want to know is that they are the prettiest one ever. And if the first wife was prettier, lie.”
“Have I ever mentioned that you are so much prettier than {insert the name of first wife}?”
My housewarming was fabulous. At the end of the night Puppy looked over at me (while we were in bed) and said, “You know, I like your friends. We should do this again.”
Ok. 🙂
In discussion this morning I realized the brilliance of something that has been said to me:
“Are you angry at me, or near me?”
This is a brilliant thing to say because I have a horrible habit of just being a nasty, snappy bitch in general when I am angry. If I am angry about something about school and you are standing near me I am likely to nearly bite your head off. It isn’t pleasant. It is something I try to control, but I’m still not always good at it. So… if you ever feel like I am being mean to you unfairly, asking me this question will make me realize what I’m doing. I will probably apologize profusely and back the hell off.
enh. Just a psa. 🙂
(I really love this picture.)