I see you...again.

So, on the metro again and yet again there is the guy that I kind of sort of dated in college. Well, I think it is now fair to assume that he lives in the area. So again the hide behind a book dilemma pops up, only this time I don't think it will work because I am less then a foot from him. Standing directly in front of him. So close that if the metro suddenly comes to a hard stop I am going to fall in his lap (damn over crowded metro). So, I take my read your book route, but of course I can easily see him out of the corner of my eye. At some point I notice that he looks up at me and then goes right back to what he is doing. A few thoughts run through my head: 1. Um hello, do you not recognize me? We used to make out, you should know who I am. 2. Maybe it is because only the side of my face is visible. 3. OMG, am I also being avoided? Is he pretending not to recognize me in the same way I am pretending not to recognize him?

Is it strange that I am slightly insulted that this may be the case?

What up Karma, Part II: Back in the Habit

Let me detail for you my morning:

1. Woke up well before my alarm and couldn't fall back asleep. Sweet.
2. Got splashed by disgusting street water by a stupid rich man in a speeding expensive car. Left leg soaked by not rainwater *shudder*
3. Picked up my coffee cup at work and forgot it had coffee in it. Proceeded to dump it on my right leg/foot (that's both legs now for those of you keeping count at home).
4. Go to the kitchen, open my milk. And open it ALL over my shirt/front of me.

I am now waiting for someone to puke on my back. Because its the only surface that is unscathed this morning.

Confidential to the girl in front of me in line: Try wearing pants. The linen shirt and black hose (not even tights!) don't cut it. I could tell that they are control top and when you reached for a sandwich, that you have torn a hole in them. in a delicate place. So please. Try pants. They won't hurt.

What Up Karma?

What a fantastic weekend! It was beautiful outside, finally something that resembles spring, or more like summer. Got to break out the care bears tee-shirt for a Legwarmers concert, have lunch with my homeboy that included some ice cream, the Red Sox beat the Yankees (because the Yankees are the SUCK), finished all my homework- couldn't have asked for a more peaceful weekend.

Then I went to work today and one of my students threw her shoe at me and pinched me, and then a bird pooped on my white shirt as I was walking out of the museum.

Karma, you are a fickle biotch.

that is not funny.

if I have nothing funny, should i also not put it in the blog?

btw. no one here knows who bea arthur is. really??!!!

The only thing...

Getting me through this week?

Giant Tic-Tacs.

Also, I think I have a strange toilet phobia. Or maybe it's not strange but people don't generally talk about it. So, here it is:

When I walk into a public bathroom stall and the toilet seat is down, I immediately suspect the worst and leave. Like, who would touch a public toilet seat if they didn't have to, so this toilet must be hiding something sinister and I should move on quickly. Unless its early in the morning and then I assume it's just been cleaned so I take the chance. All bets are off in the airport.

In Dreams

So, I am home sick with a fever. Which is awesome in that I slept until 11 a.m., but crappy in that I feel yucky. It also means that I had to send my resignation to work over email. email. I am lame.

So anyway, sleeping with a fever apparently means crazy ass dreams. Last night's was an interesting one, the details are a little foggy, but basically the idea was that I was a secret agent. Um, me? Secret agent? I would be the worst secret agent EVER. I was trying to rescue one of my friends in the dream and it was all very intense. Also, it was somewhere in France because I was drinking coffee at a cafe that Becca and I ate lunch at when we were there a few years ago. Leave it to me to stop for coffee in the midst of a rescue.

Maybe it was a prophetic dream, maybe it is a sign that I should change my career path...

Quarter-Life Crisis (a little late)

So I actually think I came close to losing it this weekend. I have spent the last three weeks majorly stressed out. Stressed out like migraines and chest pains (yes I thought I was dying of cancer or something like that- I am so Stacey these days). Yuck all around. So yesterday I come home and unload on my poor roommate the woes of my life. Finally the conclusion was- WTF am I doing? I gave my job notice that I was leaving on July 31st. Why? Why, am I waiting so long? The school year ends on June 18th, why am I sticking around to babysit? (AKA "teach" summer camp) Why did I sign up to take a summer class that I don't really need to take? Why does it seems that I am trying to make my life as hard as possible? Am I a masochist or something?

I am done. I dropped my class last night, I am telling work tomorrow that I quit as of June 19th.

done and done. Stress you may leave now.

I rule.

I just made Dan Dan Mien. It was awesome. I can't really cook, but this? Was good. Am excited for leftovers tomorrow.

Also, are fat-free brownies a good follow up to Sichuan? Not that it's going to change anything, just looking for some confirmation.

What am I thinking??!

Sometimes I wonder what the hell I am thinking. I went home for a few days. Saw my home girls Amber and Mike(holla!). And got pink-eye (not so holla.)

I am ready to move home. That being said, since I decided this, my mother has decided it her her right, nay, her DUTY, to nag. the. shit. out of me. I figure I will only be home for a few weeks before they move but I am seriously considering pushing back my move date until they cannot nag me from the next room.

But honestly, isn't this the reason they have grandkids? Isn't it someone else's turn to get all the parental attention so that I can just reap the benefits of parental apartment?

This Week is Unfunny

So the bests were in town this weekend, which meant that I gladly got close to nothing done. I mean what is homework when there are theological conversations to be had, closet shopping to be done and mad quantities of food to be eaten? I have had a food baby for like 4 days now. The work got done but sadly it was at the expense of sleep. When I don't get sleep I am just plain stupid. I walked out of the house in brown leggings and my blue flamingo rain boots this morning- I was a hot mess. I almost threw a temper tantrum in my classroom today. I mean seriously if kids can just burst into tears and whine when they are tired why can't adults? All I can really hope for is funny stuff in my classroom and nothing has been funny all week. The closest thing to funny was teaching my student the sh blend and having them guess the word shit for just about every word I showed them. It was funny because not a single one of them reacted to the word. Every other classroom I have been in if a kid says a curse word every other child freaks. Not a word. I don't think that any of them have heard the word before.

Still not that funny. Is it Friday yet?

This Week in Washington

So, in addition to my random metro encounter, this week has brought forth some other forms of randomness-

1. One of my students was overheard saying "crack a lackin' " in class. So on the play ground we questioned him to see if he knew where that term came from and who Snoop Dogg was. Apparently crack a lackin' was in the movie Madagascar. When we asked him who Snoop Dogg was he said- Snoopy. It reminded me of the scene in Big Daddy where Adam Sandler asks the kid if he knows what rum is and he says Rumpelstiltskin, so of course I was in hysterics. Awesome.

2. I have a ton of work to do for school this week and instead I have spent my free time playing Wii. Seriously, what is wrong with me?

3. I was so lazy on Friday that instead of getting out my ironing board and iron I used my flat iron to iron my shirt. It sort of worked and I didn't care enough.

4. We went to the melting pot last night. I ate so much that I felt like I needed to be rolled home, so much that it hurt, so much that I could barely move. Not a good prize.

5. Everyone in America is on spring break this week, making my job that much more frustrating. Try navigating 18 kids through the museums while DUMB tourists are all over the place. The worst part is that tourists find it normal to walk through a group of kids instead of walking around them, or stopping directly in front of them to take a photo ('m sorry, but why do people take pictures in museums? It's strange.). My favorite was someone actually pushing one of my students out of her way- really people? They are children, be nice.

6. I continue to avoid my work by watching Little Big League on TV- I totally forgot all about this movie! It is fantastic! In a horrible way of course.

For now, that is all, but it is only Saturday afternoon.

In Addition

Today, after watching 13 Going on 30, I was told, in no uncertain terms, that the movie was too much for my flatmate to wrap her head around. Who knew that Jennifer Garner would inspire such intellectual angst. Let's be honest, everyone just kinda watched that movie for the soundtrack. And maybe the clothes.

Getting Old

I can't believe I forgot to post this.

My flatmate is a smart lady. Really smart. And yet, she thinks that Drunkface from 90210 has good acting skills. She actually said this, OUT LOUD.

Now, to be fair, she probably doesn't know of the amazing nuanced acting of 90210, the geriatric class. But still. Drunkface? Is not good. Even compared to the chick from Full House.