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Ok, so I think I'm officially dead, or dead tired anyway, lol. I haven't really slept in two days. For some reason, I just have not been able to sleep. Wonderful.

So, today I had two finals, back to back, essay finals. In total I wrote five essays today. I had three essay questions in Urban Sociology, and one essay question in English. After those finals, I had to go home and write a paper. So I wrote about 15 or 20 pages today. I'm mentally drained.

After writing the paper I went out with my friend. We went to the most exciting place on earth, Staples! Yahoo!!!! After that we went to TGI Fridays. We got some steaks, some cokes, my friend won a free desert by singing a Bob Marley song, and we had a beer.

Her boyfriend came to pick her up and he was nice enough to drive me home. So now I'm home. I'm exhausted. Lol. I'm going to lie down now, lol.

My day was pretty much shit, how was yours?

Well, so yesterday was my birthday. My best friend and my boyfriend called me at 8am, because according to my father I was born at 8am. According to my mother I was born at 9:00 or 9:30, but whatever, lol.

So, I didn't really do much during the day. I just got dressed, took a change of clothes, and went to work. Everybody at work wished me a happy birthday. One of the other gymnastics teachers said that I was a grandma, lol.

After work I took my little bag of clothes over to my friends house, my boyfriend came over. I changed my clothes. I couldn't wear my sweat pants out on our date on my birthday! Lol. So I wore a teal top, and white capris, with purple pumps. I put my hair up with a pretty clip. I was wearing chandelier white and brass colored earrings, but I took them off, because my boyfriend got me pretty earrings for my birthday. They are gold and pearl, very pretty, sophisticated.

So we hung around with my friend for a while, my boyfriend met her mother, lol. My friend took pictures of me and my boyfriend. I got a picture with my friend and one with her mother too. So after hanging around and chatting my boyfriend and I left. Apparently, my friend had told him that there was this restaurant that I always wanted to go to on my birthday. It's out on Long Island, it's called Bongusto (no idea how to spell it, lol). So we headed out there only to find out that they had closed early because there was nobody there. Well, it was a Thursday. Anyway, we ended up going to P.F. Changs. It was good. I ordered my first cup of wine as a legal wine orderer, lol. I ordered pinot grogiot. My boyfriend got a beer in honor of my birthday. So we ate dinner and then we went back to my house. We hung out for a while and then my boyfriend went home.

Friday I spent writing a paper, I didn't even go outside until after 8pm. Around 11pm my friend came over with her friend who's visiting her from Philly. She's nice. So we hung out for a while, ate some birthday cake, and I sent them home in a cab.

Tomorrow I'm seeing The DaVinci Code with my boyfriend. We'll see what I do during the day.

So how was your last couple of days? I hope you all had a good May 18th. Let me know....

I'm tired, it's 4:39 am right now, I'm going to go to sleep. Ttyl!!!!!

Well, it's my birthday!!! We'll see how the day progresses.

Just for the hell of it, or halibut as my father would say, my birthday is in two days. Can't wait to lose consciousness from legal alcohol abuse! Kidding, just kidding, really.

Let me start with Sunday. It was Mother's Day/My birthday party up in Connecticut (my aunt lives there). We all went up there (me, my mom, my dad, my stepfather, and my grandmother). We had a nice little day. My aunt made some good food, we ate, we talked, we pet her cats, lol. It was fun. About an hour after we got home my mother's nose started bleeding. Not a regular nose bleed, she was gushing. There were two sink fulls of blood, and it wasn't stopping. My stepdad called EMT's and they took my mom to LIJ. She finally stopped bleeding at the hospital. Then she started again. Then it stopped. By the time we got home it was about 3 AM. It was a very long day. She seems to be fine now.

Well, Monday I was too tired to go to school since I was supposed to be there at 8:00am. I just went to work. I met my boyfriend for lunch, I don't think he's ever seen me completely out of it before. I was exhausted, I had just finished teaching two classes. I was laughing hysterically at one point, it was nice. He didn't break up with me, he must like me, lol.

Today was the last day of classes. I gave a presentation I was totally unprepared to give. It went ok. The next class we watched pieces of apocalypse Now and had a little pizza party. It was the last day of class today. I still have two days of finals to look forward to, but I'm done basically for the term.

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your day, how was?

Well tonight was interesting. My friend came over about 6:00pm. She was supposed to meet up with her boyfriend around 7:00ish. The asshole sort of stood her up, so she ended up staying with me and my boyfriend who came over at 7:00. So she stayed with us for dinner. First we were going to stay in the area, but both my friend and my boyfriend, as we were driving down the street, kept seeing people they knew. Students, acquaintances, etc... So we went out to Long Island. We were going to go to The Cheesecake Factory, but there was a big wait. Then we were going to go to P.F. Changs (P.D. Changs, whatever it's called). There was a 50 minute wait. So we wandered over to the Olive Garden. Also a big wait, but we just waited, there was nowhere else to wander to. Finally, after waiting a half hour or more we got a table.

After dinner we all came back to my house. My friends boyfriend picked her up, and my boyfriend stayed for a while. Now I'm just lying here waiting for him to call me to tell me he got home safely. He better get home safely.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and I haven't even got my mother a card. I wrote her a poem one year, but in general I'm not much of a poem person, can't write them. When I do, they aren't usually happy. Whatever. I'm tired.

I tried doing laundry this afternoon. The washing machine worked, the sink leaked, the dryer didn't dry anything. So, all my sheets are wet, my quilt is wet, and the majority of my clothes are wet. I guess I'll have to get them dried tomorrow somehow. I don't really know what to do about that. I guess I can take my stuff to the local Laundromat. Oysh.

Anyhow, good night people.

Btw, my boyfriend got home safely, lol. Yay!

Naughty children! That's all I got to say about work yesterday. My boyfriend came with me, stayed the whole time. It was cute. He ran into one of his students, that was funny. My students were there, his student was there, we were all just one big happy (or not) family, lol.

Today, there were a lot of people in my room, all before 9:00am, and they were ALL men, hahahah. There was the alarm guy, the GE people (who came to fix the washing machine), and the construction workers that are always here. I've gotten so used to men in my room while I'm sleeping, that I just stayed in bed. When they started making a lot of noise I got my CD player, plugged myself in, and listened to music instead of hammering and whatnot. The alarm guy was here for a very long time. He kept making the alarm go off, boy is it loud. I mean that's good, but, oh boy...

After all that excitement I went to school. Oh and how the fun continues. Well, we didn't do much in class. We talked about what would be on the final. We read some poetry. That's it.

After class I went to Macy's. I needed to get something. Along with what I went to get, I also got my mom a new umbrella. I was going to go see if there was something to get me, but I didn't have time, I had to get home for dinner. Actually, I was looking for a replacement bag, mine is falling apart. I found two possibilities, one was $168.00, and the other was $78.00. Now, between the two, I like one of those prices better than the other, however, I would like to not spend more than $50.00 on a bag. Even that I would consider a bit much. Hmm...

So, my teacher graded my Frankenstein paper check plus. I need to revise and expand it. It needs to grow by a page and a half. I have no idea what more to write. I should read the book, or at least watch the movie. Grr...

Well.... Bye! Tell me about your day.

Well, I can't figure out how else to get my picture in here, I'll keep trying though, I mean why not? I wanted my face to be on my blog to begin with anyway.

Well, today I went to school and came back. Thus far that's been my day. My birthday is in exactly 7 days, a week left, yahoo! What's so great about getting older anyway. All it means apparently is that you have to worry about more crap. Tumors, children, marriage, etc... When I was younger all I had to worry about was how to aggrivate my mother that day. Or how to get my mother to buy me new shoes. I had to worry about school. Well, I guess I still have that to worry about, lol. Actually, school is over for me on the 16th, so only five more days, that includes the weekend. I have two more days of classes left. Then, for the term, I am so fucking done!

Then I can wory about how to fill my days until summer session at work starts. Speaking of which, I should probably ask my boss what date work starts on. It's probably the day after the public schools close for the summer. Then we have off July 4th. I have to figure out whatI want to do on the 4th. Usually I go with my mom and stepdad to the Brooklyn promonade and watch the Macy's fireworks. I think this year though I might do something different. We'll see...

I'll let you know how the rest of my day goes after I've had it. Seems fair don't you think?

Basically, my father just advised me not to have children. There is a tumor that runs in my family. A "glomus mass" he called it. It attaches itself to the endocrine system. Basically, there is no possibility that I don't have it. Genetically speaking it is also worst to have it in my position, passed on from father to daughter. Now all I have to wait and see, is how this thing manifests itself. Apparently it was first found in Holland. Where did my Russian/ Polish family get it? Who the hell knows?

I could just try to have male children, but they would still be carriers, somewhere down the line I'm sure one of my children or grandchildren would have a girl, then they would be symptomatic. This was really a great way to end the evening, this is what I need to think about now.

At least it gave me a blog entry, I wasn't sure what I was going to write about, besides the air conditioning mess in my house. Grr... I'm closed in by boxes again. For once I'm glad I have to be in school at 8:00am, I won't be here when they move all the boxes back into the laundry room. They better do it in a timely fashion. They were supposed to come deal with all this around 8:00am this morning. So I woke up, got dressed, and went back to sleep until they came. When I woke up again around 11:00am, they still hadn't come. I left they house at 2:00pm. They did in fact come about 8:00, but it was PM, not AM. I hope when all this construction is over I'm still alive.

*sigh*

So, how was your night?

Well, to continue the countdown my birthday is in 9 days. My aunt is throwing me a partyish thing on Sunday. I thought it was a Mother's Day thing, somehow though I was told she forgot it was Mother's Day. Anyway...

The entry below this one is a paper I wrote for my English class this morning and handed in this afternoon. It's really only the beginning of the paper, so don't worry. I hope to make it better, or longer anyway, lol. It's on frankincense by the way. I have never managed to get through the book, seriously, I just think it's incredibly boring. I sort of like the story, but the book is just soooo aggravating. It's short and yet goes on and on. I wonder how Mary Shelley did it. Anyway...

Classes end on May 16th and my last final is on May 25th. There's another little countdown for you, lol. After that, aside from work, I'm free. I would go away myself for a couple of days, but I don't have the money. Besides where would I go? I could got to Boston, but what for. I'd rather wait and go with someone. Maybe I'll pick up more hours at work, save some money. I'm bad at that, saving money that is. I don't think I make enough to save actually. I pretty much get a pay check and spend it every two weeks. Not on anything big. I mean there's the occasional pair of shoes I can't live without, but other than that... I buy food. That's it. Lol.

Anyway, I don't have much of anything else to say. The construction workers are coming into my room to cut holes in my wall and put airconditioning vents in. They are starting this work around 8am. Me? I'm going to wake up at 7:30, get dressed and spend the day at my dad's house. Maybe I'll go to the gym later on. Thursday I get to wake up at 6:30 and go to school. I think I'm having lunch with my boyfriend, then going to work. Thursday will be a tired day (tiring because of the waking up early). Tomorrow, once I get to my dad's house I'll probably just fall back asleep.

Anyway... Bye people!

The pursuit of knowledge is generally thought to be a good thing. However, when anything is taken to the extreme it is never good. In Frankenstein, Victor crosses a line that he should have left alone. I think one of the themes of this book is: just because you might have the ability to do something, doesn’t mean you should do it. Victor played god and was punished. everybody who he had ever loved or cared about was taken away from him. If he had not created the monster in the first place, his life would probably have continued on happily with his life.
In the novel, Victor has a thirst for knowledge. He is obsessed with the reanimation of life. He learns how to bring the dead back and goes about collecting body parts. At first he thinks his monster is beautiful. It has yellow skin stretched over muscles, it had black hair, and pearly white teeth. The monster had watery eyes, a shriveled complexion and black lips. Once it is alive though Victor was scared of it, hence abandoned it, thus creating his problems. The monster, at its inception, was a gentle creature. After being abandoned by Victor the monster realized that because of his hideous appearance nobody could love him. He became increasingly violent and vengeful. He killed Victor’s brother, his wife, his father by proxy, and eventually causes the death of Victor himself, sort of.
All of this happens because Victor was curious about reanimation. Victor and his monster are both incredibly lonely. Victor is stuck in his mind, a mind filled with scientific facts and academia, and the monster is trapped by his appearance. Even when the monster is doing good, he gets beaten and driven out of town because of his grotesque looks. Both of them realize that they are alone in the world, perhaps only having each other. The monster tries to get Victor to make a bride for him, and Victor does in fact get married. However, Victor destroys the monster’s bride and in turn the monster destroys Elizabeth, Victor’s bride. Victor finally dies on Walton’s ship after telling him his life’s story. Victor had become the monster, he is consumed with revenge. After Victor’s death the monster weeps for his creator, which I think shows that the creature is a man to be pitied. He goes off to the ice caps to die. Finally the whole business is over. Both man and monster are dead.
In general, I think the monster is a more pitiable character than Victor. Victor had a choice in what he was doing. He didn’t have to create the monster at all. The Monster on the other hand, had no choice. It was not his actions which compelled him to life, it was Victor’s actions. He was condemned by society because of his outer appearance, not his true nature. At first he was a gentle creature, loving of nature and humanity. However, after being abandoned by Victor, in essence his father, and being driven out of town by scared people, he became less and less human and more the monster that he looked. Victor brought on his own troubles. He was one of those people that is perhaps too smart for their own good. By creating his monster, Victor lost everything, all the people he cared about, but also his humanity. He became the monster that he created.

OK, I had a very uninteresting day. Well, it's Monday, what do you expect. The hi-light of my day was meeting my boyfriend for lunch, that was the fun in my day. I miss him.

So, the excitement which drove me to write a blog entry now was a not so little dead bee, possibly wasp. I just got home, it's about 11:30pm. I go to put my bag down on my desk chair, and what do I see there? A dead yellow and black striped thing. It was curled up and its wings were sticking straight out. Before touching it I had to make sure it was dead and not resting between flights. How did I check? You think I touched it? What're you nuts? Well, I hate to admit this, but I sprayed it from across the room with a spray bottle. So, after it not moving while being sprayed, I got a paper towel and picked it up very carefully. I carried it over to the toilet and tried to dislodge it from the towel. Why? Because you're not supposed to throw paper towels down the drain. The damn bug wouldn't come off! I thought it was either stuck on by its stinger, or it was alive and hold ing on for dear life. So, I threw the towel in the toilet. Did I just flush it? No. You're not supposed to flush paper towels down the drain. So after making sure it was dead by drowning. I, umm.... Well, I stuck my hand in the toilet and tried to pull the paper away from the bug. This didn't work. The damn bug wouldn't come off the paper. So I ended up flushing the whole thing. I hope I don't have lingering plumbing problems now... I also hope there isn't a nest somewhere in the house. I hope I'm not going to wake up with a bunch of bees in my mouth. I kind of want one of those mosquito nets surrounding my bed now. Oy. Ever see "Silence of the Lambs"? Well, I hope I don't wake up with a bug in my mouth.

I got nothing else to say right now.

P.S. my personal info. is not IN, not IN, my blog itself.

Birthday countdown: 11 days! (a note to my readers: I'm not actually all that excited about my birthday, I just like to count, lol)

Well, I was right. I didn't reorganize my room, or go to the gym. I have an excuse though, I was in too much pain, lol. Anyway, later in the evening my boyfriend came and picked me up. We ate dinner in Pizzeria Uno. After that we went to Starbucks and Barnes & Noble. Then we went back to my boyfriend's house and watched High Fidelity. I'd never actually seen that movie, hmm... It was ok, funny, but I think it went on a bit too long. So, that was my Saturday.

My Sunday, today, was alright. I had to go to work today. I did a swimming birthday party. I had certain issues with that today, but I survived. So, I spent a lot of time with a little girl hanging around my neck because she couldn't swim. She was cute, very bossy, but cute, lol. It wasn't a bad party, it ran smoothly. Really, there was nothing exciting about it.

After the party my father picked me up. We went back to his house, ordered some Chinese food, and I fell asleep. I've really got nothing else to report, it wasn't the most exciting of weekends. That's certainly ok, I don't need that much excitement in my life, lol.

As a side note, I can't wait until the term ends, just a couple more weeks....


P.S. To those of you interested, I can't put personal information, about how to contact me actually IN my blog.

I must start off by mentioning that my birthday is in 13 days. Yahoooooo.... Lol.

To my commenter, Anonymous: Yes, I do think you should change your name, lol. Why do you think I'm 17? I'm turning 21, so you were right the first time, I am older than you. I was curious, what country do you live in? England, Australia? I just ask because you used the word hols, and, whereas I know what that means, it's not an expression to be found in the United States very often. Just curious. : - )

Anyway, I just spent the last two hours or so trying to fix the internet connection in my house. First, I come home, and my mother assaults me, "Mira, my computer won't go on!" Fine. So I go upstairs to try and fix it. So I turned the power strip that her computer is plugged into, off. Her computer goes back on. Now her internet connection is dead. Absolutely no reason for that I may add. The internet connection isn't plugged into the power strip I turned off. Ucch. I still had an Internet connection via my wireless service, good old linksys. So, I unplugged that, plugged it back in, now I have no internet access, damn linksys. So I reset the box. My mother now has internet. However, I don't and neither did my stepfather on his computer. At this point I kind of gave up. I was aggravated with the whole thing. About 10 minutes later, my stepfather comes downstairs and wants me to try unplugging and plugging back his computer to see if that would fix anything. Why should it? Whatever. I wasn't going to argue. So, that didn't work, big shock. So since I was back up there anyway, I decided to unplug the linksys box, reset is, unplug the cable box, plug it back in and for whatever reason, it worked. We all have internet again! Wow, that was a stupid way to spend two hours. I don't even know why it worked the last time, I didn't do anything different. As long as it worked, I don't care. Oy.

As for the rest of my day, it was pretty good. In the morning I went to go cover my gray hair (couldn't take it anymore). It's a nice coppery, dark coppery, red color. My eyebrows for those of you interested in those things, are the same color as my hair, I match! I was going to get a sandwich on my way home, but I ran out of money, seriously, I don't even have one dollar in my wallet, anybody want to give me a loan? I get my paycheck on Wednesday, until then, I'm broke. Oh well. So, I got home, ate a bowl of cereal, talked to my boyfriend on the phone while he was on his break, and got ready to go to school. Then there was school. Nothing very exciting to mention there. College is almost over for the term, so glad about that. Last day of classes is May 16th, two days before my birthday. Then there is Finals Week, and I'm finished. Oh, I sooo want to be finished, lol.

Tomorrow, I'm either going to try to reorganize my room, or go to the gym. I will probably do neither, lol. Later, in the evening, I'm going to go out with my boyfriend. I'm not sure what we're doing exactly. It might involve pool, otherwise known as billiards. Hmm... I'll let you know after the fact.

And yes bloggers, I'm talking to you. How was your day?

First, I must start out by mentioning that my birthday, counting from tomorrow, is in 18 days! Woohoo, I'll be legal! Yay! I can get rip roaring drunk, yahoo! Well, I mean I can do that LEGALLY now, lol. Actually, I have no particular interest in getting drunk. I only care that I can now order some wine or something like that in a restaurant, besides that, I care very little.

Anyway, let me tell you about my weekend. I'll start with today, Sunday. I was woken up this morning by my friend this morning at about 7:45am. My boyfriend stayed the night, so I guess he was woken up also. Maybe we were both already somewhat awake, I don't know, I'm too tired to remember. Either way, she had been out all night and decided to come by my house. So she got to my house around 8:10am, and told me all about her night. All of us had gone to sleep sooo late, which would probably explain why I'm so tired right now. Hmm....

So, Saturday started out with my boyfriend coming to pick me up around 1:30, my stepfather kept us from leaving for about a half hour, maybe 45 minutes, by telling us stories. We had plans to go to an ice skating rink, but it closed to the public at 3:45, so we had to get there, ya know, before it closed. Also, we had to find the damn place first. I knew where it was in general, he knew the area, between the two of us, we still got lost for a little bit. Not "oh my god I don't know where I am," lost, but a tad turned around. Finally we made it there, with just about a half hour to skate. I figured that was plenty of time, so we paid and went in. There are many battles when it comes to ice skating. The first battle is being able to stand up, the second is walking. It's difficult because if you don't hold your legs stiffly, but loosely at the same time, your ankles keep turning in, which is not only aggravating, but it also hurts. Anyway, I ended up going around the rink a few times, then we left. We went to go eat at Ben's Deli in Carl Place. After eating at the "kosher" deli, we took a tour of the history section of Barnes & Noble, then went and foraged around Roosevelt Fields for a while.

My boyfriend is the best. He wandered in and out of stores, girly stores, with me. Not just one or two girly stores, but I a lot of them. I didn't actually buy anything, but he was sweet to wander around with me. I also got to show him my all time favorite couch. It's called Lancaster, they sell it at Restoration Hardware. It is the most comfortable couch ever. It's also just good looking, ya know, for a couch. We also went into a sports store and a video game store for him. I think most of the activities we did yesterday, I planned. Actually, except for Ben's and Barnes & Noble, I planned everything. Even the things that I didn't plan exactly, I decided to do. So, as I said, my boyfriend is the best. Next week he gets to plan stuff, lol.

After the mall, we went to eat at Tofu, a Japanese/Chinese restaurant in Bay Terrace. I haven't been there in a really long time, and I was craving their diced chicken with peanuts, lol. Unfortunately, it wasn't as good as I remembered it, but still good. Then we went to go see American Deamz. The best thing about this movie was Dennis Quaid's impersonation of President Bush, and Willem Dafoe's impersonation of Cheney. Seriously, even if you don't want to see the movie, see it for that. When we were still in Tofu, my boyfriend decided he was much too tired to drive back home after bringing me home after the movie. So he just stayed over. He really was very tired. Poor baby : (

After we got back to my house, the calls increased. What calls you ask? My friend had been calling me all day, asking if she could stay at my house for the night. Well, I was discouraging her, but I told her she could if she had too. Well she didn't end up staying, as I said right at the beginning of this blog entry, she came over at about 8:10am. So, I come full circle, and end my blog.... Almost.

My boyfriend, the bestest ever, drove me to work, and my friend home, happens to be the same stop, however, it was still really sweet of him. I was at work, I did a birthday party, I took the bus to my dad's house, my mom picked me up, we went to visit my grandparents, we came home, ate dinner, and now I'm sitting here doing this. Wow, most complete blog entry ever. Whew.... that was tiring. Lol.

So, how was your weekend?

Well, it's Wednesday. That translates into me having no school today. I wish I had work. I used to work on Wednesdays. However, a little bitch took over my classes. She's a horrible teacher who can barely get enough English words out of her mouth to communicate with the three year olds in the class. Oh, was that a little mean? Funny, I thought I got over that, hmm...

Anyway... Lol. I guess my point is that I'm bored. The construction workers in my house keep coming down into my room. I don't know what they were doing today, but they came down here like 5 or 6 times, all before 9:30am. They didn't turn the lights back off when they left, they didn't close the doors that they opened. So every time they lefty I would jump out of bed and turn lights off and close doors. It was a fun little game. I felt like a dog playing fetch or something, great feeling, really. Meanwhile, I know they are smoking upstairs, I can smell it. I'm not a big fan of second hand smoke. They can smoke if they want to, but I don't need that shit in my lungs : P Anyway, when I get hungry enough to leave my house, I'll walk over to my dad's house. He should be home by 3:30 anyway.

I say anyway too much. I say annoying too much also. Although I haven't been saying annoying as much as I used to, how annoying is that? Lol. I'll keep you updated on my day as it progresses, because I know you are just dying to know, lol. Ttyl!

Leave me comments people!

Well, so school has resumed. Boy oh boy am I glad it did. Really, I was getting bored sleeping late and hanging out with my friends and boyfriend. REALLY.

So, yesterday was a damn long day. It started at 6:30am, and ended around 6:30pm. I'm sure some people had longer days than I, however, it felt long. I got maybe two hours of sleep the previous night. What can I say, I'm an insomniac, I can't sleep. It doesn't usually bother me. Actually, when I have to wake up early more than twice a week, my body acclimates to the change. However, when it's right after vacation and I only have to wake up early twice a week anyway... You get the idea. So yesterday morning I reintroduced myself to Anthropology and the Psychology of Women. Oh my god, did I miss them! To tell the truth I kind of like Anthropology. I just wish it weren't at 8:00am. As for my psychology class... Ok, here's the thing. I like psychology, I'm thinking about becoming a psychologist. This class, the dumbest thing ever. It's all full of feminine crap. I'm not a feminist. I'm all for equality, suffrage and all that, but do I really need to hear that subconsciously the media is being anti woman because when they show adds for cleaning products, women are usually the ones using them? I don't think so.

Today was aggravating. I was supposed to have Urban Sociology and English Literature. So I went to sociology, no problem (accept maybe staying awake). English was cancelled. I carried around the heaviest textbook on earth, for a class that was later cancelled. Grrrr..... I was supposed to make up a test today, I guess I'll be doing it Friday, hmmm.....

Anyway, that was my day. So tell me, how was yours?

Well, today was a boring, but good day. For me not for everyone. For instance, the wheels on my mom's car were stolen last night. So she's not having such a great day. We live in a good neighborhood. The only problem with it, is that it has a somewhat high car theft rate. Maybe not high exactly, but it's really the only crime that goes on around here. My mother scared me actually. She does this whole what if thing. I was home with my boyfriend last night, he left pretty late. It was dark so even if the theft had happened neither he nor I would have noticed. So she was saying, what if the two of you walked out of the house and found them stealing my tires? What if they had guns? What if, what if what if. Chances are, if we saw people messing with my mom's car, which was right in front of the house, we would have just gone back into the house and called the cops. That's all that would have happened. Her what if crap makes me nervous. She's always done stuff like this. I'm used to it, but she can still be unnerving.

Anyway... Last night my boyfriend came to pick me up. It was really crappy weather for all you people who either didn't notice or who live elsewhere, where the weather was nice. It was pouring, and slightly chilly. So, he picked me up and we went to a near by restaurant, London Lenny's. It's a seafood restaurant, it's nice. Lol. The problem with this restaurant, is that parking in that area kinda sucks. So we drove around looking for parking for a while. However, we didn't end up too far away, so all was good. We only had to wait for a table for about fifteen minutes, and for that place that's also pretty good. We had a nice fishy meal. After eating we decided to go bowling. Why? Why not? So we went over to Flushing, it's the nearest bowling alley. I haven't been bowling since I was maybe eleven or twelve. So, I pretty much sucked, but that's ok, we weren't competing, although if we were, he would have won, lol. There were some interesting people there. When we first got there, in the lane next to us, was a few young guys and a girl or two, by young I mean somewhere around my age. They were probably college students. Anyway, one of them was completely insane, in a good way. He kept yelling at his ball, and the people with him, in a good natured way. Later, we were still there, and those guys left and some orthodox Jews came in. They were in the next lane to us. I mean we were sharing a ball return thingamajig. There were four or five of them. I don't remember exactly. They were highly interesting. They were innocent, in an orthodox kind of way. According to my boyfriend one of them kept checking me out. I kept saying, that's impossible, they're orthodox, they don't look at girls. Of course I was laughing as I said this, but, yeah. They kept taking our balls! It was kind of annoying. We didn't really want to share our balls with them, but somehow our balls kept intermingling!

I hope you all got a good laugh out of that, lol. After the bowling we went to a nice little cafe. I got a milkshake, my boyfriend got a iced coffee beverage, I believe. Then we came back to my house and just relaxed. It was a nice evening. I'm sorry it ended. Next weekend we plan to go ice skating. I'll keep you updated. Lol.

Well today is Saturday April 22nd. I officially have to go back to school on the 24th, my vacation is almost at an end, boo hoo : - (

So, since last I wrote, I hung out with my friend a lot. We really haven't been seeing each other all that much lately, so since we were both free we hung out. We had a jewnic in the park (term coined by my friends friend, lol). What is a jewnic you ask? Well let me tell you, it involved fruit, candy, and oh yes the ever important matzah. It was good. We also wandered around the park a bit. We saw people rowing boats, so we were making fun of how they were doing it, however, we wanted to be doing it too, lol. Then we saw a gondola in the lake. The guy rowing was dressed in authentic gear, i.e. black and white striped shirt and straw hat with red ribbon. He was also decked out with his cell phone. He was singing to the couple in the boat and all of a sudden he stopped to answer his phone, lol. It was especially funny because a few Italian tourists walked by and saw this gondola. I think they said something to the effect of, 'only in New York.' That was hilarious.

The next day it was almost 80 degrees in New York. So my friend and I had lunch and then walked around our area. We explored some places she had never walked through, so it was fun, if a little too hot for us. After our little jaunt she went to go take the required 5 hour driving class people need to take in NY to get their license. I think she thought it was GREAT FUN! While she was doing that, my boyfriend came over. We hung out for a while, then went to dinner and a movie. For dinner we went to the California Pizza Kitchen, we had to break Passover, since it was officially over. Then we saw Thank You For Smoking. I highly recommend it, it was really very good. Witty, and a good view of what our society has turned into.

Yesterday, I took my friend to the city. We ate at the Shake Shack. One friend of mine says he walked by and it smelled. I don't know where he was smelling, but to each's own. Anyway, most people really like this place. I had to wait on a line for just about 50 minutes to get a couple of burgers and shakes. I get incredibly impatient on lines, I don't like them and tend to refuse to stand on them, however, my friend was holding our table, so I went on the line. The only reason I made it through the experience alive was because I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone the majority of the time. So.... Thank You Sweety!!! Mwahh. Oh yeas, after eating we went to Chinatown so my friend could get on the bus to Philadelphia. I don't like crowds of people, therefore I don't like Chinatown. End of story.

Today, I plan to take a shower (now that the boiler has been fixed), walk to my dad's house, then go out later with my boyfriend. I think we're going to go bowling, lol. Wow I haven't done that in a while. We'll see how badly I suck, lol. Ciao!!!

Ok, so first of all Happy Belated Passover!!! Yippee!!! Matzah, oh the joys, lol.

Now that that's over with we can get down to the real stuff. So, Sunday I worked all afternoon. It was sooo boring there. Since it was Easter there was almost nobody there. Anyway, so my friend came to hang out with me for a little while, then my boyfriend came to pick me up. I went to his house for dinner, and I slept over at his house. The next day I was going to teach him how to ice skate, however, the local rink was closed for the season. So we ended up taking a walk on the boardwalk of Jones Beach. That was nice. I haven't been there in a really long time, and I've never been there with a boyfriend, so, more niceness, lol. After the whole boardwalk thing, we went back to my area and we got some drinks (calm down, of the caffinated variety, geeze what were you thinking?). After that he took me home. It was really a very nice couple of days. Oh yeah, we saw Benchwarmers. It was really not so great. It had some moments in it that were laugh worthy, but not more than that. Maybe my boyfriend can give a review of his own, because I think he liked it more than me, so he can comment with a review, lol.

Today I went to the gym with my friend. Suffisive to say, I can't move all that well right now, lol. After the gym we walked back to her house, we chatted, her mom made dinner (matzah brye, it's pesach duhhh!!!!) Then we met another friend downstairs and I bussed it home. So that was my day. I'm tired and I ache, I'm going to go.

Don't ask me what that last blog entry was about, I have no clue, weird mood I guess. No, there was never any dinosaur or large lizard in my English class or walking down the street in the City (just in case you thought there was).

Anyway... I feel like crap. It's prone to happen sometimes, ya know? My stomach hurts, and I managed to do something wonky to my left leg. So, I'm kinda limping and hunched over, an attractive picture, I know, lol.

My boyfriend came to work with me today, he watched me teach and act like a teacher while he graded papers. It was sweet. I caught him looking at me a couple of times, just gives me a warm feeling. I don't think I was a very good teacher today, I was in too shitty a mood, didn't feel well enough. Not to mention, there were new people in class. They shouldn't be allowed to join an advanced gymnastics, or a pre-advanced class when they cannot even do, or attempt to do a forward role. They should be in a different class. This is just something my boss does. She allows people to join classes inappropriate for them, because they are paying customers. I have always disliked those politics. It just aggravates me. There is also the small matter of not being able to spot people of certain widths. I don't want to be nasty or anything, but there's a real safety issue.

Anyway... this morning I was woken up by my best friend. We went to eat in a little bakery near me, then I walked her to the doctor and proceeded to head to work, to which I was late by the way, because of the damn bus, I waited for it for almost 40 minutes, how insane is that? Whatever. She invited me to go to Canada with her in June. I don't think she actually wants me to go, she was inviting me, while discouraging me at the same time. I wouldn't normally go with such an odd invitation, however, maybe it'll be fun? I don't know. I never go anywhere, Canada might be a good place to start, lol. Although, I would rather go with people who want me there... Oysh. Oh well.

This is disorganized, I know. Stream of consciousness, remember that, lol.

So today I was walking to school, I saw this dinosaur walking down the street. At least I thought it was a dinosaur, could've been just a really big lizard. Anyway, I was walking down the block, the lizard thing looked mildly confused. After walking a block with this creature, it turns to me and says, do you know where Horace College is? I say in a stunned but yet sultry voice, "sure I know where it is, I'm heading over there now." The lizard turns to me and says, "My name is Herbert, you can call me H-Bert, it's my nick name, or just H." I think I'm dreaming at this point, but I say, "Hi Herbert, nice to meet you, I'm Mira." Together we walk the next few blocks to Horace. H turns to me and says, thanks for walking me here Mira, now I wonder if you can tell me where English 254 is?" I say, "This is crazy, I'm in that class. They let you join this late?" H said, "Yeah, I'm a friend of the teachers, she let me join."


Yeah, I have no idea where that came from. It was a weird day in English class alright though. Dinosaurs, teachers being friends with them, how odd, unless of course you think it's a normal occurrence?

So today was a quiet day. I woke up, I went to school, I went home, I went to meet my boyfriend. While I was waiting for him I got a call from my best friend. She said she was deathly ill and she could barely walk, and could she come to lunch with us, please, before she had to go to work? I asked my boyfriend, and because he's a sweetheart he said it was ok. So we all went for a little walk to Subway. My friend was the only one who ate anything. I didn't have time and my bf doesn't really eat lunch. After that, we all walked my friend to the bus. We couldn't wait with her because I had to get to work. So we left her at the bus stop and walked the next block to work. I invited him to stay and hang out, but he had to get home and do some work. So he came in with me, and of course I saw like 5 of my students, lol. I also ran into a work friend who I didn't know was going to be there, but she will be every Thursday, totally cool man, lol. So my bf and I said good bye before I went down to the gym. He's so sweet.

So then was work. About 13 screaming 3 and 4 years olds, yippee! It was great, truly. At least my work friend was there, she helped me yell, was good. The head teacher broke his finger a few weeks ago, and it still hasn't healed. So every once in a while, when he bends his hand the wrong way... Well you can imagine the look of utter agony. Poor guy, he should really go to the doctor. I hate doctors, and in general I think they are full of it, but for things like broken bones, ya need a doctor. Oysh. Besides all that, work was pretty much ok, just tiring. No especially strenuous activity, just in general, looong. Ya know what I mean.

After work my dad and his girlfriend picked me up. We went to a local restaurant, I got pizza, the brick oven kind, ooooo, lol. It was good. Then we all shared a piece of chocolate cake. That was also good, but too much food, BLEH... Lol. That was pretty much my whole day. Now I'm just lying here watching TV, and all is good with the world. : )

Today I was woken up by the carpet guy. Let me explain what this means. Around 9:00am, a rather large gentleman yells down my stairs, "Carpet man!" Then he proceeds to come down my steps measuring as he goes. Now my staircase is rather, shall we say, precarious? It's narrow, and the steps are also rather narrow, and as I mentioned before this man was not rather narrow. Every time this guy bent down I thought he was either going to have a heart attack or tumble down the steps. Meanwhile, I was still lying in bed cornered in my pajamas. I couldn't get out of bed for fear of the large carpet man, SEEING me. I mean I wasn't naked or anything, but I was in my pjs for god's sake! If my mother had told me this man was coming, I would not only have been out of bed, but in clothes as well. After this guy got out of my room, he went upstairs to measure the living room and the stairs up there. I got somewhat dressed and followed him around, like a good little suspicious person, lol. It just really bothered me that I wasn't told he was coming. Grr....

As for the rest of the day it was pretty uneventful. I watched TV, I read a bit. Later my dad picked me up and together we went into the city to pick up his girlfriend. She had gotten them sushi for dinner. I don't eat sushi, so I got to eat leftover chicken. Was fun. After "dinner" we all went to go get ice cream. Good ice cream. Unfortunately, now I'm hungry again... Oh well. Did I mention that my oven no longer works, isn't that wonderful. The construction workers did something to it, I don't know what, but apparently we're going to be eating out a lot for a while.

Sigh....

So, my day today was a day, if you know what I mean. Nothing special, nothing bad. Actually, I did buy a rock'n pair of boots, somewhat in the cowboy fashion, lol. I went to school, I went to buy boots, I went to my dad's house, I ate, I came home, and I got yelled at by my neighbor. Actually, I guess there's a story there. My neighbor is a total bitch. My father brings me home, and I get yelled at by this woman. She says, "Your construction workers keep my son up in the morning, he doesn't get home until 4am!" First off, is it my fault that her son has absurd hours, or that he is an adult, somewhat elderly an adult, living with his mommy. Second, what would she like me to do about it? They are doing construction, they are being as quiet as they can. I mean seriously, if I'm in the house while they are working, and I can sleep, then my neighbor should have no problem sleeping through the alleged noise either.

Anyway... I saw my boyfriend twice last week, on Friday evening, and on Sunday after work (I worked from 1-7 last Sunday at the desk, people yelling all over the damn place, oy). On both nights we went to dinner, different places of course, but yeah. On Friday evening we went to an Asian restaurant, one of those buffet style restaurants. The waiter was so fucking rude. He actually came over to our table and asked me if I wanted the kiddie chopsticks. Apparently, it looked like I was having issues with my adult sticks. I told him I was fine, and glared at him. I told my boyfriend later (right after the waiter departed from our table), that I wanted to shove the chopsticks up this guys ass. So, yeah. Later we went back to my house and watched Mystic River, or I watched it anyway. On Sunday, we went to an Italian restaurant. Then came back to my house for a bit. I can't wait to see him this week. Alas, it won't be until Saturday, evening. Sigh.

I can't wait until this summer. I think we're going to go away together, it'll be fun.

I just got a comment from a person I didn't know, perhaps a fellow blogger, I don't know. To him and to everybody else who may view my blog, I do not watch porn, and am in no way interested in free pornography. Thank you and have very nice day. I suggest porn to pass your time, lol.

Now, I realize I haven't posted anything in a while. Let's see what I have to say... Yesterday was my best friends birthday. She turned 18. She walked around telling everybody she was an emancipated minor, lol. Most people didn't know what she was talking about, it was funny. I was at work yesterday, but when I left I forgot my paycheck. So later I had my friend come back to work with me so I could pick it up. She used to work there also, so we ran into everybody that we knew and stopped to have little conversations with them. I think we ended up being there for at least 45 minutes, maybe an hour. It was kind of funny actually. These people, I see them all the time. I don't need to have conversations with them when I just pop in to pick something up. My friend however, hasn't seen these people since maybe early January, so she had to catch up, and of course tell them she was older now, legal even ^.^. Hahaha. For some reason, people kept asking her if she was smoking
hashish. I'm not sure why they were teasing her with that particular drug, but hey, it was funny, : - p

Anyway... I got her a hand free cell phone gadget, and a box. The box is something to put some thoughts and words into, it's like a box of diary entries, stuff like that. She'll like it : - ).

Ttyl, please remember, NO PORNOGRAPHY!

Just a few words before I got to sleep. I moved back home yesterday. Finally. My house is still undergoing various renovations, but my room is back up and running, or it will be when I finish placing everything. I'm sitting here typing at my desk, which is something I have never done before, lol. I usually reserve all my work/ writing, to my bed, or the couch, lol. I'm about to go to sleep. I have to wake up early, go to school, then go to work. Maybe tomorrow I'll write about my day today, work wise.

I forget my point... Ahh yes, I've moved back home. Everything is not as it should be. Since there are still renovations going on, there is still dust in the house and I am still allergic to it. So, I'm walking around sneezing/coughing/wheezing, but hey, at least I'm home sleeping in my own bed. Oh, bed, what a dream...

Sleep I shall not forsake thee. I bid thee farethee well my faithful bloggers, to sleep I go.

Well, I got my sociology midterm back today. I did better than I thought I would, which means I passed, yay! I had an in class essay today in English, I think I eeked out a decent essay. I'll find out. It doesn't really matter considering it's the first draft in a two part essay, I get to tweak it after I get it back.

That's pretty much all I did today.

My cat woke me up this morning around 8:00am. How? By spilling a glass of water on me. Cold water. I was really angry. Do I really need to wake up like that? Water all over the bed, all over me. Picture it, lovely. Oy.

Meanwhile, somebody really had a, shall we say, odor, on the subway. I mean, it was bad. This person made me want to wretch. I have nothing else to say about that, or anything for that matter.

Dos Vidanya!

Heya eople'pay. ow'Hay are'pay ou'yay oing'day? I'm doing well enough I suppose. Good actually. I don't know. I generally feel like I'm wasting my time a lot. I need to study, but I don't really want to, so I don't. The only time I don't think I'm wasting time, is when I'm with my boyfriend. I know that sounds tremendously corny, but I don't care at the moment. I live from one day to the next, or I try to, I've always done that. Now I feel like I'm not really DOING anything unless I'm with him, if you know what I mean. My days tend not to be especially productive anyway, but lately they have been completely lackluster. I haven't seen my friends in a while, and I don't have work this week, so I am basically just sitting around the house unless I'm with my boyfriend or in school. I think, just for lack of anything better to do I'm going to go work out tomorrow, after school hopefully, maybe before instead, I don't know. This is what is known as stream of consciousness writing. I have nothing planned to say, I just say what pops into my head, you should try it sometime, it can be very telling, it tells you how you really feel about things. I love my boyfriend, that's what's been on my mind lately. At first I wasn't sure I did, just because I've never been in love before, but I realized maybe for the first time last Saturday that I REALLY do love him. He is the sweetest most understating person, maybe that I've ever met. He loves me, and he cares about me. I am totally un-used to that. I am treated, even by the people that love me, poorly sometimes. As I'm sure I treat them poorly sometimes. This is just a completely different kind of love all together. I love him, and I care about him, more so than I have ever cared about anyone before. I am very lucky, very fortunate, to have him in my life, and I don't want to lose him. He makes me smile and he makes me laugh, he is understanding, he's gentle. Basically, I love him.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!

Ok, I'm not Irish, nor do I have any Irish pride. However, might as well wish you all a happy day.

Anyway... Speaking of St. Patty's Day I don't know what was going on near near my school today, I have no idea. I was walking back to the subway after class and all these firefighters and bunches of people wearing green, were just crowding everywhere, not moving, it was really hard to walk through them. Not mention, half of them were, shall we say, inebriated. So as I was wading through the people, I kept being stared at by drunken passerbys, lovely. My teacher let us out early today, she said avoid the drunk, and she added as an after thought, avoid gangs also, lol. I'm sitting there thinking, 'umm.... duhh!'

Anyway, today I had my urban sociology midterm. I have never written an entire blue book full of complete crap before, I bull shit through the whole thing, which by the way, everybody else did too. I started talking about the pigs in Manhattan in the early Industrial period, not sure what made me do that, it had very little to do with my point. Actually, I'm not sure I had a point, lol. Oh boy. Can't wait to see if I get a C or lower. I guess I'll find out soon. Yippee!!!

I have nothing further to render, and I say anyway too much. So, I'm going to sign off. Going to dinner soon with my mom and stepdad, wonder where we're going to go...

So today at work I flipped a lot of children. I didn't flip them off, but I did flip them over. The other gymnastics teacher hooked the kids up to this belt contraption with straps coming out of it. We had them doing back-handsprings from the trampoline onto a mat. Instead of carrying their full weight, we strapped this belt thing to them and they flipped backwards while we pulled on the straps. It was pretty cool actually. I had to demonstrate a few times, minus the belt. I haven't done one of those things in like 5 years. It was cool. I also suggested that we start doing combinations with the kids. Since we're doing back-handsprings anyway, they are made for coming after round-offs. So, to clarify, we're going to be doing round-off pop back-handsprings. For those of you who have no freak'n clue what I'm talking about, just bear with me a little longer while I tell you what happened on the train this morning.

Ok, so I was riding the F train to school this morning as per usual. The train stopped at Roosevelt Ave. and an announcement came over the loud speaker. 'Um, someone was assaulted on the platform a little while ago, there will be police arriving and an investigation going on. There is a V train across the platform going to... Coming shortly will be another F train running on the local line if you want to transfer over.' So, I was thinking to myself, why are you people announcing this? I mean, I know I didn't beat anyone up, but no one else does. I could be the attacker, I could be standing next to the attacker. Don't you want everybody on the train to stay put so that the police can catch the person? If this is how our safety is being monitored I'd say, be scared, very scared. That's really all I have to say now. My final comment on this: WOW! Oh the stupidity. Damn, we're doomed.

Ok, I'm done, I promise. Ti muneh neravishseh (I like you). Bye for now people!

So, what's new with me you ask? Not very much. I have mindterms coming up, I'm very excited about that, truly, madly, deeply (I like that song). I've come to a few realizations recently: I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I've been thinking again about being a teacher. I don't like the pay of the New York City school system, or the lack of respect teachers get. However, maybe it's my true calling, so to speak. I'm still thinking of being a child psychologist, but I'm not sure. I do spend time wondering why people do things, what's going through their minds, which is why I wanted to be a psychologist to begin with. I'm not sure I have the correct mentality for it though. I am not the most caring of people. I mean I am caring to an extent, but perhaps not to the extent that I would need to be. Also, in my personality, is the capacity to be empathetic, not just sympathetic. So hearing all those sob stories, might eventually drive me crazy, if not literally, close to it. I know that's very oxymoronic by the way, me not being caring enough and empathetic at the same time, but hey that's me, lol.

I have also realized that I've been happier lately, even though I'm still in school, and with all the confusion I just told you about. I blame my boyfriend : - ) . I love him. Apparently I've been walking around work with a big smile on my face. I know that while I'm in the subway I tend to lose track of time thinking about him. Ya know what, it's a great way to lose track of time : - P . And am I going to tell you what I think about, umm, NOOO. Lol. I stand there with a completely vacant expression, because I'm not really there, I'm elsewhere.... I tend to do that anyway, daydream. I'm good at it, lol.

Anyway, ya dolgen parkamit koshek. For those of you who don't know, that means I'm going to go Feed the cat. Ttyl ya'll!

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mira. She was not the most average little girl in the world, a little bit too weird to be average. One night she had a dream. In this dream she was walking along the beach with her boyfriend Ralph, and a dolphin named Phil. Don't ask me how the dolphin was walking. It just was. They were having a very important discussion about how best to eat fish. Mira said she thought the best way was for it to be grilled over an open fire, and served with a nice rice pilaf cooked in a subtle yet flavorful red wine. Ralph said that he thought the fish should be filleted and broiled in the oven and served with a colorful blend of stir fry vegetables. Both Mira and Ralph agreed that their fish should be eaten with a glass of white wine. What did Phil think? Phil said that the fish should definitely be fresh, so fresh that he said it should be caught alive and swallowed whole. He said it should be eaten with a side of kelp, and maybe some plankton. The drink of his choice you ask? Some nice salt water. Both Mira and Ralph were aghast! They thought there friend Phil was so civilized, and here was talking about eating live fish, swallowing them whole! Later that evening they dropped Phil back off at his tank. As Mira and Ralph were walking home, they realized the moral of their evening was this: You can take the dolphin out of the ocean, but you cannot take the ocean out of the dolphin.

Having realized this Mira woke up. She called Ralph and told him about her dream. He said, "hmm, Mira that's fishy." She said, "Oh Ralph, you're so corny, I love you." Then they laughed and laughed until both of them were hungry. They went out that night with their friend Phil (not a dolphin) for dinner. He suggested Sushi and both Mira and Ralph started laughing, Phil was highly insulted. He said, "What, you people don't like raw fish?"

Wow, I really haven't written an entry in a while. I'm not even sure exactly what I should write. Maybe I should write, that I have a boyfriend now. He's really sweet, and funny, smart, and kind. Not say'n nott'n else, lol.

More news, my best friend is officially going into the military at the end of the year, Israeli army that is. She's going to be gone at least for the better part of three years, who knows if she's really going to come back. Oh well.

I guess there really isn't much happening with me. I went to work yesterday, was one teacher out of three in a pool party. I had to buy a new bathing suit, just for the party. It cost $50, and I earned, including tip, $32. So, basically I lost money by going to work, how nutty is that? It wasn't a bad party anyway. The girl must have been in a really good mood, cuz she's never that nice, well nice for her, anyway. She only jumped on me twice, lol. It was really weird though, almost none of the kids wanted cake, it was so weird. It was a good cake, I mean chocolate all over the place, what can be bad, ya know? I was utterly shocked and dismayed.

Today not much happened, went to school, went to work. Bought some candy from my friend for a fund raiser. As I said, not much happened. I'll update maybe when I have something to say, lol.

Well, I think it's safe to say that we are in the middle of the first blizzard of '06. All I can say is: About damn time!!! I thought global warming was going to ruin the winter for me. Seriously, we haven't had any snow, we've had days in January where it has been almost 70 degrees, what's up with that? I guess that kind of ruins Bush's idea that since it's cold, that means that global warming is a bunch of crap huh?

I finally made the decision sometime last month not to bother replacing my old snow boots, because it didn't seem worth the money to spend on something I didn't think I would use this year at all. I am utterly thrilled right now that I made that decision. This means that as soon as I can I'm going to go out and buy snow boots, and of course not use them until next year. Meanwhile, I'm not going to be able to walk around for the next day or so with dry feet. Last night I was walking around outside, this was only the beginning of the storm mind you. Let's just say I was wearing suede dress boots, I hope they are ok, lol. Anyway, I had no friction between me and the sidewalk. I think those are one of the only pairs of shoes I own that do not have a rubber sole, or soul, lol. I was slipping and sliding all over the damn place, it was really kind of funny. I can't wait to see what it's like to out today.

I am going to have to go out at some point today. I have to take pictures of the snowfall, around my area. I'm not going to get too far, but around the block perhaps?

I have come to the realization that my cat has a very fickle heart. He loves whoever feeds him most often. Since I have been living at my father's house, my dad decided to change Daniels feeding schedule. I'm not sure why exactly, something about how it's healthier for him. Anyway, that means that since my father usually wakes up before me, he feeds the cat. So, I'm no longer doing it. So who does my little baby love most now? His grandfather, my dad. This might sound totally insane, but I really don't care, this is my blog. Anyway, so Danny follows my father around looking adoringly at him. It's pathetic. Lol. My cat is such a little traitor! It bothers me because he is my cat, MY cat. I know it's crazy, and in a way I think it's sweet. Generally though it just makes my little Danny look pathetic. He's still incredibly cute though, insanely adorable, and ever so soft. Lol. I'm nuts, I know. Damn cat. I can't wait until I have children and they like one of their grandparents better than me, we'll just see what my blog says then, lol.

So, yes I've been in school lately. Lots and lots of school. My schedule isn't really all that bad. Last term was much worse. I couldn't stand that 5 1/2 hour break that I had. It was horrible. I know someone else with a break like that this term, all I can say to him is, HA HA (Nelson voice, from the Simpsons). I'm sorry I dont mean it.... ; - )

What classes am I taking? Glad you asked. I'm taking Anthropology 101, Psych. of Women, Urban Sociology, and English Lit. 2. Let's just say that I will probably have more work than I have ever had before. I've never even written a term paper, can you believe it? Now I'm going to have at least two to do. Yay!!! My sociology teacher, is not understandable. I mean seriously, his accent is so thick, i have no clue what he's saying. It's a small class, so it's not an acoustic problem, like it was in my astronomy class last term. My psychocology teacher is, in my humble opinion, an idiot. She says, "mmm kayyyy" a lot. I was saying that last night, and I was told that the principal on South Park says that all the time. So that's what she sounds like. My english teacher is nice, she just has way too much energy. It's kind of scary actually. My anthropology teacher is nice. However, he thinks his is the most important subject in the world, as teachers are prone to think. He's good though. Makes really corny jokes, total liberal, it's fun. It's just that I have that class at 8:00am in the morning, too early to think about anthropology, lol.

Anyway, that's what's been going on with me. What's going on with you? In case you haven't noticed I'm totally out of it, so I'll write more when I'm more "in" it, lol. Ttyl my peeps! :- )

Well, I have been sitting around all day waiting for my mother. She was supposed to pick me up and bring me home today. Not to go home, but to pick out lighting. She called me first at around 10:00am. It's now 7:30pm, and I'm still waiting for her. I'm a little bit pissed off. I'm used to things like this from her, but still it's quite aggravating. Anyway, I'm going to go back to waiting for her. Now she claims to be taking me out to dinner, and I'm hungry, so that'll be good, lol. Ttyl.

Ok, so today was the first day of school. First of all, yippee, school started!!! Lol. Let me start off by saying that I didn't register in November the way I was supposed to. I wasn't sure I was going to go back this term at all. I thought that maybe I was going to get a full time job, and work instead of going to school. Then I contemplated keeping my part time job and perhaps getting another one and also going to school part time. However, if I'm not a full time student I don't get health insurance. So that means that my mother wanted me to keep being a full time student. My father wanted me to get a full time job, that comes with benefits. I wanted to be a part time student with a part time job. Since I am a practical person however, I didn't do that. I ended up registering to be a full time student again.... this morning.

So, I woke up at 6:30 because registration was supposed to open at 7:00. Did it? Of course not. I sat there trying to register for the next hour and ten minutes. As I was just about to give up and go to school to register in person, I got in. I pressed the button one last time, just to see what would happen and... yes!!! I got the schedule I put together with no hitch. It's not my ideal schedule, I mean I'm not thrilled with all my classes, but it's a passable schedule. So what am I taking? Intoduction to Anthropology, English Literature II, The Psychology of Women (don't ask), and Urban Sociology. They should all be at least somewhat interesting. The only class that I have thus far experienced is Psychology. I'm not going to enjoy this class too much. The teacher is a bit odd, exuberant about her subject, which I guess is a good thing. However, she is one of those people that just really gets on your nerves. There isn't anything inherently wrong with her, she's just a pest. She's going to make us work in groups some of the time, I really hate that. I'm not a group worker. I end up doing all the work anyway, so why put me in a group, hmm?

So, after school, on my way home, I bought a couple of slices of pizza, ate them, then tried not to pass out from exhaustion before work. That worked out pretty well, I made it to work without incident, lol. I was supposed to cover for another teacher, so I did. His class is insane! One kid licked my ear, and there were a couple of twins there who were definitely sick. Can't wait to come down with something, lol. So, I'm even more tired now, surprise surprise. Anyway, that was my day. Let me know how yours was....

Ok, so this the second Wednesday in a row that I worked from 9-5. I don't usually do that, I usually work a few hours here and there. I actually prefer this. I mean it's a pain in the ass, but at least I'm making money, and it gives me something to do, since I am still on vacation from school until Jan. 26th. I've been kind of bored lately, except for a few highlights here and there I haven't been doing much of anything. I enjoy doing nothing, seriously I do. But enough is enough, lol. I guess in a way I miss school, eventhough I seriously hate it. I don't enjoy classes, and in general I think my teachers are idiots, but maybe once in a while I'll learn something, or accidentally interact with some new people. As for the highlights, they include finding old friends and perhaps resuming contact with them after many years (like 7 or 8 years at most). finding new friends and wandering the City with them. Besides that, aside from having the oppertunity to relax, that's it.

On a completely different note:

I'm turning into an internet addict. And I do not mean anything pronographic by that. I mean I seem to be addicted to instant messenger. Not necessarily a bad thing, I am interracting with people afterall, but does it lead anywhere? Am I going to form long lasting relationships? Or am I just going to forget the existence of these people in few months? Knowing me, I will never forget them. However, that doesn't mean long lasting relationships either. I mean I am certainly greatful for their company online while it lasts. Do I want to spend time with any of them in person? Some of them yes, some no. Some are just impractically far away. Not much of a consideration actually. There's something about instant messenger that offers a certain freedom to be yourself. It's harder to be inhibited online. Therefore, it also might be easier to get hurt, but forgetting that for the momet, let's just say that a person might be easier to read (no pun intended) online. I think I am more myself when talking to these strangers, than I am in person. Why? Because you have to write out exactly what you mean. There are no facial expressions, no gestures to show meaning. If you want to be understood, you must express yourself fully in writing. Having only been using IM since August, I am relatively new to the phenomenon. We'll see what happens, whether I become disenchanted with it or not. For now, i think it's a great way to communicate. I don't think it can ever fully replace face to face contact. Even with the added intamacy of having to be yourself, there is the disadvantage of not being able to see the person.

I think this society has become very technology oriented. DUHHHH!!!! I did not just realize that, I swear. However, if people are meeting more and more online, instead of in person, or meeting at least initially online, what does that do to our social upbringing? Does it improve things, or make them worse? Will more children have problems with social skills than ever before? Or on the other hand will it make people better able to cope with social situations? I guess we'll find out as time goes by.

Well, I'm living at my father's house now. Not forever, but for the next month at least. Why you ask? My house in under construction, renovations to be specific. My room is going to be turned into a room rather than a hole. That'll be good. However, this displacement might kill me. As I said I'm living at my dad's house, and I might have forgotten to mention that it's a one bedroom apartment. So, I'm living in the living room. What does that equal you ask? No privacy. Not that I need so much privacy, but still it's nice to have. I'll probably live through the experience. I'm not liking living in the living room. My father wakes up early and starts walking around doing his stuff, and I wake up because of that. Oh well....

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Well, I'm home again. The rest of my trip was pretty uneventful. We went to Sacramento, as I mentioned. We spent one full day there, in which we practically didn't go out of the house. After all the traveling we had been doing it was very nice to just sit around and talk, not do much of anything. I got to meet the remainder of my step family. The kids are so sweet, and so cute. They are very smart also. I've always wanted to have some sort of extended family, and now I do, : )

Anyway, as I said the trip back wasn't much to talk about. We got on one plane after the other. I've got to say, O'Hare airport, is fn huge! There was so much crap there, stores upon stores. Food everywhere, except where we had to go. I think we basically walked throught the entire place. My mother said we ended up in the "armpit" of the place. Lol. I think that was a pretty good description. We were almost fogged in again, but we made it just before the fog completely covered everything. Which was really a great thing, because I don't think I could've taken much more crap from the weather and the airlines. I got my freind a couple of things, one is a shot glass that says "the governator" on it, with a picture of eveyones famous terminator/governor, Arnold.

I am just so glad to be home. I got to sleep in my own bed last night, in my own crappy room, it was great. didn't wake up until 2:00pm. I have an excuse though. After we got home, about 11:00pm, we went out again to find some food, since we really hadn't eaten anytihng. However, most things were closed. We tried going to two different Italian restaurants, but they both said that the cooks were no longer there. We ended up in a local diner, it was ok, at least they had food. So we didn't get home again until around 1:00am maybe.

It's just too bad that I am going to be displaced agian. My room is going under construction soon, and therefore I cant live in it for about a week, once they start. I'm going to have to go live at my Dad's house with my cat. Cat's already there actually, since my dad was taking care of him while we were in CA. My little Daniel does not take kindly to being moved around, he's very sensitive to it. So, now that he's fianlly almost comfortable there, I'm not uprooting him until I have to.

So that's life over here. Happpy New Year!!!

Ok, So I'm in California right now. It's so far been one bad adventure to the next. You know Murphy's Law, the one that states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong? Well, that's what has been happening to us. The actual visiting and vacationing that we're doing has been just fine. My stepsister even bought me a pair of sunglasses on Rodeo Dr! Lol. However, the airports were horrible. We were supposed to leave Laguardia at 10:00am on Christmas Day. We didnt get out of that airport until about 8:30pm that evening. There was a shroud of heavy fog covering New York, so no planes were landing or taking off. There were announcments every 15 minutes or so saying, "All flights are subject to delays and/or cancellations." So, we didnt even know if we were going to be able to come at all after all that waiting! Also, we did not have a direct flight into LA, so becasue of the delays in NY, we missed our first connecting flight. So our luggage was supposed to be taken off the first plane and put on the second, but we didnt know if it actually would be. We thought we'd might be one of those ppl who gets there luggage sent back to them a year later with an apology note from the airport. However, that didnt happen, lol. We thought it did, because it was not at bagggage claim with everyone elses, in fact I'm not sure where it came off of, but we did get it. Because of all the trouble gettting us a connecting flight, Delta was kind enough to stick us in first class from Cinncinatti to LA. The only real difference was that the seats were bigger, and there was more room to stretch out our legs, besides that though, it really wasnt a big deal. We didnt get anything that the other passengers did not get, we just got stuff first. Come to think of it, the stewardesses kept ignoring me, so if I wanted something I had to yell in their faces, lol. I finally go to see "Cinderella Man" on the plane. It's just one of the movies I've been wanting to see and never got a chance to.

Anyway, we slept in LA for two nights. We visited family, and saw some sights. I got to see the Hollywood sign form afar, lol. We went shopping on Rodeo Dr., drove through Beverly Hills (my mom kept saying, "Beverly Hills 90210, like the show, which she has never seen!). We went to Santa Monica, and just wandered around in general seeing the sights, it was fun. By the way, my step neice is the cutest thing on the planet. Not only is she gorgeous, but she is soooo smart! She understands everything you say to her, and she's not even quite 18 mos. old yet! She's really absolutely precious. Her parents were great hosts, patiently showing us things they see everyday of their lives. We also got to see my other step sister and her husband, which was nice becasue we haven't seen them since they moved from NY to CA.

Right now I'm sitting in my second hotel room in Sacramento, visiting my third and last stepsister. We took another plane from LA to here. The flight was ok, nothing special to complian or relate. We did again think that we lost our luggage. Actually, while we were going through the metal detectors at security, all the gaurds all yelled "Bravo!!!" and called a lock down. They all went sprinting off in various directions. Nothing actually happened, but I've never seen tht many people get that quite so quickly. The only person moving around talking was my stepdad, and ghe hadnt heard them yell lockdown. So he went up to one of the remaining gaurds, and said, "what's this all about?" The gaurd sort of growled and told him to basically mind his own business. That was the most exciting part of our airport experience today. We also went through the rental of cars twice, which was interesting. Everything just takes soooo long. Our airplane landed around 12:00am. Now it's 3:20am, and we only got here about 45minutes ago. At home right now it's 6:20am. Wow, its late in either state. So, I'm going to go to sleep. I'll stick some pictures of Cali. in here next time, and my neice. She's soooooo cute!!!!!!!

Confusion



confusion is the route of all evil
i thought it was religion
i was wrong

cofusion is the route of all evil
i thought it was guns
i was wrong

confusion is the route of all evil
i thought it was entropy
i was wrong

confusion is the route of all evil

the light comes and shines new hope on this day
today will be the day i say
today will be the day.

the light comes and shines new hope on this day
i will be victorious this day i say
i will be victorious

the light comes and shines new hope on this day
i will be glorious this day i say
i will be glorious

the light withers and dims hope on this day
today will not not be the day i say
today will not be the day

the light withers and dims hope on this day
i will not be victorious, glorious this day i say
today will not be the day.

This is a conversation that took place between me and a former friend at the end of November. Any guys out there reading this, here is an example of what not to do. To any girls out there reading this, here is an exapmle of what not to take from a guy, or anyone for that matter. I added the lettter to the conversation afterwards, obviously.



Alphbert (2:13:35 AM): HEY
Alphbert (2:13:37 AM): HEY
Moi (2:13:49 AM): Hi
Alphbert (2:13:57 AM): how you doin
Alphbert (2:14:03 AM): im tipsy
Alphbert (2:14:08 AM): so how is your boobs
Alphbert (2:14:17 AM): good ?
Alphbert (2:14:25 AM): let meet now and boink

(it went on like that for a while, you can imagine the rest.)

This next part is a letter I wrote to "Alphbert".

I want you to read that, pretending you were me. Then tell me I’m overreacting. Alphbert, I liked you, I trusted you. And you have so far treated me like shit. You cancelled on me twice, and just plain old stood me up once before we met. You then told me that you didn’t think we could have a relationship because I was too quiet. I didn’t argue the point with you. Then you contacted me again, you said something like you missed me. Fine. So we talked for a while. We never went out again. You were always busy, or something came up. But we still talked. I never did know whether you were lying about being busy, or you really were. I chose to believe you, because I liked you. Fine.

For some reason, I still trusted you. Then last night you popped up on my screen. You told me you had been drinking, and that you were tipsy. I didn’t doubt that. I still believe there was alcohol involved. You talked to me as if I were a paid whore, paid to listen to the garbage you were spitting out. The fact that you told me today that your friend was over at your house encouraging this act of stupidity, just makes it worse. How dare you talk to me that way. But to do it, with someone else sitting right there is even more disgusting. And to have the gall to be annoyed at me, for being mad at you, takes real chutzpah. It doesn’t matter how comfortable you think we are with each other, that type of dehumanizing and objectifying of women, of me, is disgusting. I seriously hope you can get that through your thick skull. You don’t even stay around long enough to be yelled at. I sat there and listened to all your shit, although I was planning to block your IM address if you said one more filthy word. Today you said you were busy and couldn’t talk anymore, oh please. You don’t have the courage of your convictions. You are neurotic. You are a liar. Sometimes, you are an asshole. However, mostly, you are a coward.

Oh yeah, one more thing, just a little tip. You ever do this to a girl again, don’t tell her your friend was there, and if you already told her you were drunk, just go with it. Don’t admit that you weren’t really all that drunk, that just makes it worse. At least if you’re drunk you have an excuse, and the possibility of forgiveness.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT REAL, THIS IS A STORY. IT HAS BEEN CONTINUED UP TO A POINT, BUT IS NOT COMPLETE, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...


What do I want to do with my life? What does anybody do? They get born, they live, and they die. The first and last part are beyond their control, but it’s that pesky middle part that gets a person into trouble. Personally, I have no fucking idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. All I know is that I don’t want to be bossed around, be bored, and I don’t want to have to deal with stupid people. That leaves out so many things! I can’t own a store, I can’t be a teacher, I can’t... Come to think of it, with those requirements I can’t do anything. Oh well I guess it’s time to move on to the final part of life. Death. Just kidding, don’t want to die just yet. What I do want to do is finish with school. I’m so sick of it. Once you get out of high school, they tell you life is supposed to begin, but it doesn’t, it’s just more of the same shit! The way my life is going I feel like I’ll be in school for the rest of my days on this planet. The only thing I have any talent for is telling stupid little quips of jokes, and writing. Oh yeah, and working with children. So what can I do with that information? Nothing. All it tells me is that my destiny is to either be a teacher, a stand up comic (yeah right!), or a writer. None of which I want to do, at least not for the rest of my life. I already ruled out teacher, so I guess I have to either be a comic, or a writer. If you’re a comic you have to deal with stupid people, so according to my requirements I can’t do that. so what have I decided? To be a writer? I’m not original enough. Everything has been done to death, there really are no new possibilities. To create new ones the human race has to die out and a new race begin, that’s also been done to death. Ironic huh? Maybe not.
Anyway, to figure out what I want to do first I have get the hell out of here. You see I’m stuck. My foot’s stuck in this fucking boot and I can’t get it out! Just kidding. The truth is that I am trapped, but I’m not sure where. Not physically by the way, I’m not being restrained or anything. Seriously, what did you think I was going to say, “Help, I’m being beaten to death rescue me!” That is so mundane. I’m speaking mental anguish here, true torture. I am so bored with life, I can’t think of anything to make it more endurable. At least not in a way I would enjoy. I could get ripped out of my gorde, but what would be the point? I could try drugs, but I don’t want to be one of those stupid people I hate so much, so no. I could quit my job, drop out of school and bum around the country, or maybe Europe! I could go to Paris and study abroad, learn french! I could go to Switzerland and ski the Swiss Alps, I could... Caught you. You thought I was serious didn’t you, thought I was getting all excited about something didn’t you. Well think again, I don’t get excited that easily. That of course is partially the problem. I don’t get excited easily. I am not passionate about anything. If I were then I wouldn’t have the problem of not knowing what to do with my life, the middle part that is. I have the end all planned. I won’t tell you about that though, you’ll just have to be surprised at my funeral like the rest of the world. Sorry.

A few years ago, there was a kid where I work named Bugsy (or that's just what I'm going to call him anyway). He was a very smart kid, precocious even. He was a perfectionist. If he didn't get something right it would bother him, and bother him, until he got it right. That isn't always a bad thing, it can be good, but there are limits to everything. Here is an example: I was teaching the kids how to do pull over's on the uneven bars (for those of you who aren't aware of gymnastics terms, that just means pulling yourself onto the bar by flipping under it first, it's a basic bar skill). None of the kids can do this right away, because they need to learn how to distribute their weight and other things like that. When it came to Bugsy's turn, he almost did it, a little better than everybody else, but still couldn't quite get himself over the bar. So I said, "That was a really great try Bugsy, you'll get it next time." Then I told him to go sit down and to wait for his next turn. He wouldn't budge until I let him try again. He had this face that he made, it was somewhere between determination and trying not to cry. Finally he ended up being able to do it, after many tries, and truthfully, I almost threw him over the bar by myself, he didn't have enough strength to do it himself after trying so many times.

One day he came into class, and there was obviously something bothering him. When questioned he wouldn't tell anybody what was wrong, but he was half crying throughout the whole class. We were on vault, doing speed exercises. The whole point was that they had to land on their feet. He fell. We also had them doing dive rolls afterwards to keep them occupied a bit longer before they had to return to sitting and waiting for their turn. He was upset already, then he was upset because he fell. When he came to do the dive roll, something he usually does very well, he stumbled and rolled off the mat. He wasn't hurt, just a little more shaken than he already was. Apparently that was the last straw, he got up and ran out of the gym and into the hall crying. I would have left him alone for a few minutes, but we're not allowed to let the kids out of the gym, so I went after him. He was just sitting there crying. I got him up and told him to get a drink. Then I walked back in to the gym with him, sat him down on the bleachers, away from everybody else. I said, "Bugsy, what's wrong?" He started rambling on about how horrible he was at everything, how stupid he was, how he couldn't do anything right. I never did find out what was bothering him that day. I tried to negate the statements he was making about himself the best I could, but I doubt I made any impression. He seemed to feel better at the end of his tirade and returned to class.

That was the first day that I thought about becoming a psychologist. I wanted to know why someone that young could have such a low opinion of himself. I wanted to know how to help him. I wanted to know who had made him be that self deprecating. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind. I still don't know what I want to be, but I am still thinking about being a child psychologist. Just a story. Just talking. Ignore me, I make no sense, lol.

To be honest, there are something in life that come very easily for me. Academically speaking, I do not have to try very hard to do well in most liberal arts classes. I haven't even opened my sociology text book more than three times this term and I will probably get a good grade in the class. Some things I am bad at include learning languages and most mathematical subjects. I know that I'm just bad at math, and I cannot really do anything about it. However, I'm sure that if I tried harder with language, I can be proficient in at least one other than English. My point is that even if something doesn't come easily, it doesn't mean that your stupid, or slow, just that you need to work a little more than you are perhaps used to, it's not a bad thing, just a thing. It's also hard to do.
I never thought of myself as having especially high self esteem. I berate myself, put myself down, and am generally self deprecating when the mood strikes, just like anyone else. However, I try to be honest with myself as much as possible. I have a few friends who it is truly hard to listen to sometimes, painful, to hear them be so incredibly down on themselves. I really do not understand it. Most of my friends, if not all, and incredibly smart people, all in their own ways. I hate when they tell me things like, "I'm ugly, I'm stupid, I can't do anything right." Most usually, it's not even true. People need to adjust their attitudes and opinions of themselves. I've noticed that the smarter a person is the more neurotic, more self deprecating, and more down on themselves they are; especially if they're Jewish (I'm Jewish I can say that :-). So basically, the less you think of yourself, the smarter you are. That is said in a jocular manner, however there is a grain of truth in it.
Ok, so I said I was honest with myself, here is what I think: I try not to lie to myself, as much as humanly possible. I think I am not the prettiest person on the planet, but I'm not hideous either. I'm intelligent but somewhat lazy. I don't like working hard, but it depends on what I'm doing. I don't like joining things or being around a lot of people, which can be a downfall. At the moment I am incredibly conflicted about my life, I don't know what I want to do. I think people should go to college, but I don't think it's right for everybody, and I might be one of those people. I'm a mass of contradictions, I know. I see very little point in life, which I hope is something I get over soon. I don't trust doctors, I believe in ghosts, and I think that homoeopathy works.
My point is that everybody is different. Everyone has their own little idiosyncrasies, nobody is perfect. I just don't like people being self deprecating, it's a waste of time, and very often peoples self image of themselves is faulty anyway. So there!

Hi everyone! I have come to a realization. I have no idea what I want. I know people aren't supposed to know exactly what they want, ever, or the world would come crashing to an end, but I am truly confused. More so than I ever have been before. I don't want to go into very much detail...

Let's say that there are two types of cookies that I like, chocolate chip, and chocolate fudge Macadamia nut. I like chocolate chip because I have always liked chocolate chip cookies. It's safe, and fun to umm...eat. Then there is the chocolate fudge Macadamia nut cookie. It's new it's exciting, but is it fun to umm...eat also? Is it a chocolate chip cookie is disguise? Or does it have the same capabilities as the chocolate chip cookie, but with some added benefit?

I don't know, I make no sense do I? Oh well, you'll either know what I'm talking about or you won't, lol.

Bye for now people!

Hello again people. Everyone I know has been having a bad week. Do you think maybe it has to do with solar flares? Maybe it has to do with the gravitational pull on the Earth by the Moon. Whatever it is, it sucks, lol.

My week didn't start out so beautifully either. I was called in to work two birthday parties this past Sunday. Now, pretty much whenever I'm called in to work I do, because I need the money. However that doesn't mean that I have to enjoy what I'm doing, or be happy to do it, right? Whatever. One party was in the gym, I actually knew the kid because he is in one of my nursery classes. Anyway, that party went smoothly. The other person I did the party with and I both got a ten dollar tip, about. There was some conflict a bout change, but that really didn't matter. I put my tip in my wallet, which I then proceeded to put back in my bag, which was sitting where I always put it, in the back of the office where the coats are hung up. Get where I'm going with this? Between the end of the first party and the beginning of the second party, I was in the office blowing up balloons. I asked someone else to take them where they needed to go so I could run and dive into the pool, for the second birthday party. It's always fun doing a swimming party in the fall or winter, everything is overheated and dry, except for the water of course, it's still wet. Anyway, I left the pool before anyone else so that I could go set up for the pizza and cake and pinata. When the kids started to come up I handing out pizza. Then the other two people working with me came up, one at a time, about ten minutes apart. We did the birthday party, fine. Another co-worker came in to say hi to me and visit the birthday party, she also does parties there. Anyway (wow, I need a new word!), when the party was over, and I had finished doing all that needed doing, I started back downstairs to get my stuff, get dressed in normal clothing, stuff like that. As I was going down, one of the other party people working with me was coming up. She stopped me to tell me that $20.00 was stolen out of her bag. Our boss was standing right there talking to a mother, she could have told him. However, she chose to leave a note for her supervisor instead. Her bag was in the same area as mine was, so before I left I decided to check on my wallet. As you might have started expecting by now, it was gone. My whole wallet was gone, not just the money. Now, I have to walk around getting all my cards reissued. I have no access to my bank account, I have to get a new license among other things. There was also a receipt I needed in there. So my week didn't start out so well. It really bothers me because the person who stole it, has to be someone who works there. That means it's somebody who knows me! It's like a personal slap in the face or something like that. Anyway, I told all my various bosses, now I just have to try to convince me to reimburse me, or something of that sort. Oh, by the way, I lost more money than I made that day. Just thought I would mention that. Grrr....

My friends are just down on themselves for one reason or another. One thinks she has too much work, which she probably does, another doesn't have enough work, one has some sort of problem but won't tell me what it is. Then I have one who is spending all her time preparing for an upcoming standardized test, and those are never fun. So yeah, we're all just having a bad week.

So anyone out there having a good week? Let me know, I'll pass along the information.