awww man. so much to blog about, so little time. where do i even begin?? i just want to start off by saying that i loooove my mother. she always knows how to make me feel better. saturday we played trivial pursuit with my dad and my mom got a sports question. and of course she knows nothing about sports. so the question was about a boxer. i dont remember who it was. but she answered "Muhammad Ali." and it was wrong. and she says "I only know the names of two boxers. Muhammad Ali and Cassius Clay." so me and my dad start cracking up. i couldnt even breathe. she was so dead serious about it too. she looked all confused that we were laughing and my dad had to explain that they were the same person. haha. i love her.
anyways. this morning i was running late. woke up late. my hair seemed to take even longer than normal to blowdry (in my opinion, blowdrying hair is the most annoying thing to do in the world. second place goes to pumping gas. and third place is ironing.) i couldnt find a pair of socks. i couldnt find my name tag. things were just not going my way around 6 a.m. today. so i finally make it out to my car at precisely 6:57 a.m. which is approximately 7 minutes later than i like to leave my house. I'm already feeling irritated at this point because 1. i hate mondays 2. i hate student teaching 3. i'm so tired i cant open my eyes all the way 4. im running late 5. i have to make about 200 copies when i get to school and i dont know if i'll have time.
so im irritated, you get the picture. i sit in the monte. (i switched the van out for the monte carlo when i was at home. it supposedly got fixed.) i turn the key. aaaaaaaaaand what do you think happens???? that's right. nothing!!! i was so mad. you have no idea. i've been dealing with this piece of crap car for about two years now. never wanting to start in the morning. it's the worst feeling in the world.
so i ended up calling a cab company. the cab driver took about 20 minutes to get to my apartment. he was white and had an afro. uncool. he kept trying to make conversation with me, but i dont think he got the memo that im not a pleasant person before 10 a.m. i think he figured it out after 5 minutes of talking to himself.
so i got to school around 7:35, 5 minutes before school begins and 20 minutes after im supposed to be there. grrrrr. couldnt make my copies, which means i had no hand-outs for my lesson which means i had to scrap the lesson and make up a new one off the top of my head which didnt require hand-outs, while making it look like that's what i had planned all along. I HATE STUDENT TEACHING. do i say that enough? i'll say it again. I HATE STUDENT TEACHING.
so. my mom is actually coming to evansville tomorrow to bring the van back to me. it will be nice to have my mom here for a couple days. im not sure how i feel about having the van back. it was sad to let go of it, but i was somewhat excited to not look like a soccer mom anymore. i guess the van and i are just destined to be.
AND i bought an anti-virus program thing for my computer. which means it's no longer sick! yay! i can actually DO stuff now without 300 thousand pop-ups getting in the way and redirecting me and deleting stuff. i love it!
i have nothing else to say. i could complain some more about how tired i am, but i'm sure everyone is sick of me complaining about that so i'll keep it to myself. now it's time to get to work. i've done enough procrastinating. does anyone else ever wish they would wake up one morning and be in the 4th grade again and the last 15 years of their life was just a dream? cuz i would love to live in the world of star problems and long division again. and growing little plants from beans. and making cool inventions like "Kiszka's Klippin' Katcher." and playing kickball. and the biggest problem i had was whether or not justin conrick liked me. hahaha. alright i'll stop rambling now. sometimes i just think things and i dont know why i type them too. it just happens.
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