We Call a Day Like That Wednesday
Mar. 21st, 2007 08:26 pmoh good, we've gone from the part where i just hate everything, to the part where anything can make me cry.
today 'anything' happened to involve a trip to Rita's for ice, which i don't even really like, and then it was freaking freezing while we stood in line (it's free ice day) and i only said i'd go along in the first place because i needed to go to Radioshack too, but then my mom was all "noooo, that radioshack isn't there any more, but there's one by the other Rita's" which i'm sure you can guess THERE COMPLETELY IS NOT.
and then there was the 'while we're out can you just run me by the grocery store i only need like six things it'll take five minutes' which of course took in fact 40 minutes while i sat in the car and then ended up unloading a dozen bags of groceries.
and i could have guessed that every single one of those things would happen, because that sequence of events occurs when you let my mother talk you into things like every other week, so really there was no need for crying. Not that that stopped me.
today 'anything' happened to involve a trip to Rita's for ice, which i don't even really like, and then it was freaking freezing while we stood in line (it's free ice day) and i only said i'd go along in the first place because i needed to go to Radioshack too, but then my mom was all "noooo, that radioshack isn't there any more, but there's one by the other Rita's" which i'm sure you can guess THERE COMPLETELY IS NOT.
and then there was the 'while we're out can you just run me by the grocery store i only need like six things it'll take five minutes' which of course took in fact 40 minutes while i sat in the car and then ended up unloading a dozen bags of groceries.
and i could have guessed that every single one of those things would happen, because that sequence of events occurs when you let my mother talk you into things like every other week, so really there was no need for crying. Not that that stopped me.
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Date: 2007-03-22 12:57 am (UTC)*more snuggles*
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Date: 2007-03-22 01:00 am (UTC)I wish you were in my class. you would want to learn things.
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Date: 2007-03-22 01:04 am (UTC)last night i dreamed my gums got all green-and-white zombie like infected and I lost half of my teeth!
I don't really wake up feeling so swell! :D :D :D /overshare
Oh man, yeah. What, junior high? You NEVER want to learn when you're that old. Because learning is STUPID HA HA HA IT'S STUPID AND I ALREADY KNOW IT!
*clings*
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Date: 2007-03-22 01:14 am (UTC)Also, i rarely ever dream (see also: not sleeping enough to rem sleep), but i find that to be a good thing, because when i remember a dream, it's usually because it's a crazy vivid nightmare. like the one where my mother let religious fanatics in the house and they threw me up against the wall and ripped my shirt open down the back and burned the tattoo off my shoulder with a lighter.
it's mostly high school, one junior high class. the younger class is actually not too bad because it is smaller and they aren't trying to beat each other to death (literally) or sticking their fingers in their ears and blowing raspberries at me while i'm trying to teach something (literally).
but did your school start yet? how is it going?
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Date: 2007-03-22 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-22 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-22 02:22 am (UTC)I love that icon.
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Date: 2007-03-22 02:32 am (UTC)yeep! Yeah, that sounds really terrifying 0-o
just like your students >->;;
ah, no! Class starts on monday.
I-- I have yet to order books >->;;;; I'm sort of excited and terrified!
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Date: 2007-03-22 02:46 am (UTC)Except for when I'm waking up over and over worried about school, it's usually not insomnia like yours, its just that i'm only sleeping ~5 hours a night, depending. This year's the first time i've ever had your kind with regularity, but i sort of don't mind it, because every time i wake up, it's not time to get up yet.
It's much worse when i wake up that last time and have to get out of the bed.