weezer - photographs

yumm chocolate chips are good. unhealthy, but good.
so david's going up to b-ham wednesday night and wants me to go with him.. i want to so bad.. but i can't. damn. stupid, stupid school. it always interferes. anyway, he says he'll make me tea and pizza if i go see him on thursday after work, so i might just have to make a late night of it. if it doesn't snow.
ohhh man if it snows i will be so psyched! i'll pile on all my clothes (since i don't have any real snow gear) and run around for hours! and if that one pond/minilake across 320th freezes over this year, i am all over it. ice fishing to the max!
the bruise keeps getting worse. i should just start telling people my husband beats me.
oh, so i dyed my hair last night, and the only person who noticed was this little 5 year old kid that i taught last session, and haven't seen in 2 weeks. don't kids have horrible memories or something? i thought they forgot people like liquid. i guess not. anyway, tony runs up to me and shouts "you dyed your hair!!" crazy, crazy loud black boy. i love him. and i want to drown his ass every time he interrupts me.
so today was really awesome, despite how much it sucked hardcore. i don't think i'll be able to stand OSC for much longer... although i might just have to stick around for vinnie. he's going to try and help me out with tony's birthday present. anyway, OSC, i sat on my ass half asleep and folded napkins the whole time. how's that for real life experience? but addie and i skipped out of there early and driving home listening to offspring with the winter sun shining.. it was gorgeous.
then marketing, blah. erika's the only person i can stand in there. we discussed tattoos (everyone's talking about them these days! kenny, chanel, erika.. it's an endless conversation with three different people.) and i think, if i don't get my bookstore job, i might be a telemarketer. at least for a little while. i need something to occupy my time. ... which is bullshit, actually. i have no free time. why am i complaining? i'm so ungrateful.
i need to do laundry.
i also think i'm going to wear ellie's thriftstore sweater tomorrow.
how am i supposed to write this damn essay if i can't even concentrate long enough to take the papers out?
anyway.. back to today.. what happened? oh right. marketing. bullshit. i got out of there as fast as i could, stood around talking to beautiful people, poking sean's fake double chin, fighting with empty water bottles. and sociology was fun too, but it also felt a little fake. everyone was all "oh hi how are you i missed you!" (actually, that was me and erika too.. our relationship is so fake.. ugh i hate high school) when actually we were all too busy with our own lives over break. which is cool, i mean, i had fun and i think everyone else did too. but it's sad how we make all these plans and ideas in our heads, and nothing ever comes from it. it's life, yeah, but how cool would it be if we actually did make that trip up to broadway, road trip through nevada, underwear-themed party, hitch-hiked up to canada... if i actually went through with one of the movie nights i've planned with god-knows how many people, i'd be amazed. honestly.
so then i slept. for like an hour and a half. and it felt fantastic. i didn't dream or anything, i don't even remember my alarm going off, or me turning it off. but i dragged my ass to work and even though i only talked to the guy once or twice, i hate ryan. he quit, and left the supervisors scrambling to figure out who was going to teach classes this session. i got stuck with three preschool classes in a row! holy fucking hell, i want to shoot myself! and then, to finish it off, i have parent-tot. again. which isn't so bad but it's boring.. so very, very boring.. the only fun part is my very first class, i've got james, rhianna, and tony in the same class. tony's a royal pain in the ass, and i'm a total bitch to the poor kid, but i love him when i don't have to be around him. and james is all mature and an excellent swimmer. i want to catch the other two kids up with the class so we can mess around like we did last session, playing marco polo and shit.
i'm cold. and i've written a lot. let's call it quits for tonight, and i'll try to go start that essay.