Monday, February 10, 2003
Some days you just don't have it...I'm not happy with my template. I don't particularly care for my job. Some girl's face ran into a guy's head in seventh period and the bridge of her nose was bleeding. And when I escorted them into the hall to scream/bandage, another wrestling match broke out. Apparently my kids didn't all get together and have sex over the weekend so they waited until they got to my class to take out all of their pent up hormonal energy. Yeah me!
Instead of working on the PowerPoint for Dr. Cock, Carey and I went to Walmart and bought fattening food and makeup. (Sometimes life does make sense in small, yet meaningful ways.) I finally had a little time to release some of the steam and stories that have been building up since last weekend to someone who actually listened to at least 50% of what I was saying.
I hate those days when I feel like I haven't given anything back to the world. It's bad when buying Mary Kate and Ashley nail polish makes the top ten of the most exciting and rewarding things you've done in the day. I also filled up the car with gas (Thanks George W, now I won't be eating lunch this week), dug through the tremendous pile of laundry to find a long missing black shirt, played Mah Jong online, and took an hour nap. Lord, my life is so full. Still holding out hope for tomorrow. Maybe some lovely literary type will read my blog and offer me a real job where I get to write things for a living. . . But who would want to employ someone that thinks purchasing cosmetics from former child stars is entertaining enough to be mentioned in a journal?
Heather at 8:39 PM
