Wednesday, May 17, 2006
I think I blog more than I actually do. I would like a program that transforms my "bloggish thoughts" into actual blog entries.
I feel bloggedly dry. I only have updates.
I finished my 9 hour grad school semester with all A's.
My students are ready for summer as am I.
I am buying a condo. I have no idea which one yet.
I am teaching Summer School yet again. And taking 6 hours of classes, including a 90 hour practicium. Where is that "3 months of paid vacation" the brochure promised?
I am still peeling from Florida which was 3 weeks ago.
I had my last laser foot "surgery" today. He said I graduated.
I saw James Blunt last night con mis hermanas. He was INCREDIBLE! Downside: Barbie girls next to us only knew words to "You're Beautiful" and talked in high pitched screetching noises the rest of the night in their designer jeans and $700 purses. I wanted to kick them.
I have clean sheets on my bed.
I am reading Marley & Me. So far, I have laughed and cried. Good read for dog lovers.
I don't have to teach with evil Nazi teacher next year. My principal understands we have conflicting philosophies.
Liza graduated college on Mother's Day. We are all college graduates now. Pa's proud.
I have not seen any St. Louis friends in 3 weeks. I cannot give a reason.
My hair needs to be trimmed, my nails need filing, and my eyebrows need plucking.
Taste of Clayton is approaching. I love that my mom is in charge of volunteers (and tickets).
I have lost my Christmas present watch. I didn't realize it until lunch today when Theresa asked me why I don't wear it anymore.
I could seriously go on and on with tidbits. But my room is seriously a disgrace to bedrooms everywhere and my email says it has 24 messages, so I am very busy, obviously.
I feel bloggedly dry. I only have updates.
I finished my 9 hour grad school semester with all A's.
My students are ready for summer as am I.
I am buying a condo. I have no idea which one yet.
I am teaching Summer School yet again. And taking 6 hours of classes, including a 90 hour practicium. Where is that "3 months of paid vacation" the brochure promised?
I am still peeling from Florida which was 3 weeks ago.
I had my last laser foot "surgery" today. He said I graduated.
I saw James Blunt last night con mis hermanas. He was INCREDIBLE! Downside: Barbie girls next to us only knew words to "You're Beautiful" and talked in high pitched screetching noises the rest of the night in their designer jeans and $700 purses. I wanted to kick them.
I have clean sheets on my bed.
I am reading Marley & Me. So far, I have laughed and cried. Good read for dog lovers.
I don't have to teach with evil Nazi teacher next year. My principal understands we have conflicting philosophies.
Liza graduated college on Mother's Day. We are all college graduates now. Pa's proud.
I have not seen any St. Louis friends in 3 weeks. I cannot give a reason.
My hair needs to be trimmed, my nails need filing, and my eyebrows need plucking.
Taste of Clayton is approaching. I love that my mom is in charge of volunteers (and tickets).
I have lost my Christmas present watch. I didn't realize it until lunch today when Theresa asked me why I don't wear it anymore.
I could seriously go on and on with tidbits. But my room is seriously a disgrace to bedrooms everywhere and my email says it has 24 messages, so I am very busy, obviously.