Thursday, September 1, 2011

Too Much to Say

You know, what this comes down to is that I just have too much to say. About pretty much everything. About everything in my life. And about everything about life in general. And about everything about everyone else's lives. Just too much to say. All the time.

I purchased some little tiny notepads to keep in random bags and purses that I use in case an idea strikes me. And they do. All the time.

But have I used these notebooks yet? No. The idea escapes seconds after I have it, and tragically I am too lazy to write it down before it runs away from my mind forever.

I DID text myself some potential topics. But then I thought of something else today that I cannot remember at this present moment. So I think I'll summarize my life as of late. And then do separate posts for the more detailed thoughts that I have.

Lately, my life has consisted of work, going to the gym, running errands/taking care of other business, and going to bed. The last thing hasn't been going so well. I just cannot sleep. Melatonin, no melatonin. Exhausted, or not that exhausted. Getting up early, or waking up late. I can't do it. I really can't.

I went out to dinner with my mom last week, and we went to the mall. I have more details on that for a separate blog entry. Just a preview: some foreign kioskers told me I have acne. Thanks, guys. Thanks.

My skin has finally cleared up this week. ;) Just for the record.

I went out to dinner with Aaron to Texas Roadhouse on Saturday night. It was so delicious. Rolls, salad, baby onion blossom, chicken critters, yumdizzle. Then Aaron lost his contact. And he single-eyedly drove home to replace it. That was somewhat of a fright. Then we watched Juno. I love Juno. She makes me laugh. So does her dad. "I'm gonna punch that Bleaker kid in the wiener the next time I see him." Yes.

I have stuff to say about my investment in certain things/people. And why I am so ridiculously stupid to repeat my same mistakes about 5 million times. "Don't make someone a priority when they only make you an option." Yeah. No matter how many times you tell me that, I'll never follow the warning. Really.

I also have personal items that I can vaguely describe, as I am generally just in a really difficult place with myself. I have a story (or two or three) about what sort of sent me into an already established spiral of self-loathing. (You know, I try really hard not to hate men, but honestly, they make it kind of difficult.)

I worked on visiting teaching with my coordinator for over 3 hours on Tuesday night. It's nice to have that done, and I am hoping things settle down so it's not such an ordeal every month. We've still got more work to do on Saturday (finalizing the numbers, changing the MLS and returnandreport.org files, getting the copies made, etc.).

I love Dropbox. I really do. It just changed my life--especially related to work and church.

I finally got paid yesterday. And after a long time of not visiting the grocery store, I was happy to come home with some fresh strawberries, sweet potatoes, oranges, and salads. I am very excited about this. I was so excited I got myself some Little Caesar's. I will be eating at home the rest of the month. My groceries were so heavy coming in, that a (blog) thought occurred to me: what an amazing burden. To have my arms weighed down with groceries could be so unpleasant and such hard work, living on the third floor, but I was SO glad to have food to carry in. So glad. I even went to Costco today. And I got gas. Oh money. I am watching you fly away so quickly.

My class starts on Tuesday. Ew. It's on reading assessments.

I started a new book today: Fever 1793 by Laurie Halse Anderson. It's OK so far. I just needed something to put on my classroom poster for what I'm reading.

The weather is fantastic today: breezy and 86 degrees. I'd love to go on a walk but have no one to go with.

My classroom has finally cooled down significantly. A steaming hot, disgusting classroom was a great way to start the school year, let me tell ya!

A quick note: on a left green arrow, right turners do NOT have the right of way. On a two way green light, left turners do NOT have the right of way. I feel like the only person in Utah who knows this.

I got a Facebook message from one of my students of last year. It was very sweet.

I've been at the gym three days this week including today. And a couple of days last week. I am happy to report that I burned 802 calories on Tuesday and 814 today in 65 minutes on the elliptical. I left today with still more energy--I could have gone for a run afterward, no lie. I probably should have pushed it harder. I love the numbers. I love the progress. It makes me happy and proud. Maybe one of these days I'll start watching what I eat so that all the muscles I have will actually show. ;)

I'm not excited to switch Netflix plans. But in case you were wondering, I went with unlimited streaming. All the TV shows. Too hard to pass up.

Spotify is amazing. Seriously. New love of my life. Good things from Europe.

I'd like to write about living alone. And the pros and cons of such a situation. Like the fact that I laugh at funny things by myself. I watch movies by myself. I want to go on a walk and have no one to go with. I cook dinner for only myself. I pay bills by myself--no splitting. And my coworker Sarah mentioned another challenge: zipping up a dress by yourself.

My home teachers came by unexpectedly yesterday. This was both good and bad. Good because geez, it's been years since I've had home teachers show up. Bad because I had stuff I wanted to get done and was all sweaty from finishing a workout. Oh hi guys. Come on in. Talk to me while I look like hell.

On arriving early, and arriving late. There are good and bad things surrounding each of these situations. Can't we all just be on time? We can thank my visiting teachers for my desire to discuss this topic.

I saw Death Cab in concert last Monday (also the first day of school). My feet hurt. But dang. My obsession increased by a landslide. More deets on that to come.

I'm still baffled as to why people feel the need to go on the elliptical right next to me. When I am on the end, and there are 11 (literally, 11) open next to me--as in, the rest of the row--WHY does someone have to be on the one right next to me? In this case, a young woman. What the crap? Doesn't anyone understand personal space? Anyone?

And really, I need to update y'all on my teaching situation. My classroom, my students, my first week of school, etc. Rachel said she had checked my blog all week to see if I had blogged about my first week yet. I guess because this was my third "first week," it didn't feel like as big of a deal to me. WAY less stressful than the last two years--the first year, and the first year at a new school, in a new classroom. But more deets on that, later, too. Thanks Rachel, for caring!

Speaking of Rachel. I love her. What do we do without friends who listen to our soul's heaviest discontents? Plus, she replaced my round cake pans unnecessarily. That's awesome.

OK, I reek and really need to shower and eat some food. More writings are on the way, though. On. The. Way.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Haha, NOT unnecessarily. Those cake pans went through some kind of metamorphosis that not even Franz Kafka could explain.

1) The song "Taking Care of Business" popped into my head at the beginning of the post when you said something to that effect.

2) Also love Dropbox, even though I mostly associate it with work.

3) WTHeck is Return and Report? Thanks RS prez... :(

4) You do not have and never will have acne. A great comeback probably could have been (and this is just off the cuff), "Yeah well you're foreign." :::run away:::

5) Zipping up dresses is the worst. My visiting teacher had to zip mine up once (it was tight in the bustal area, surprise.) Luckily we were friends and she wasn't a skinny stick so I didn't feel judged. Too much.

6) Love you.