hmmm.

Why is it that in Disney's Beauty and the Beast, the prince is WAY more attractive as a beast than he is as a human prince? Can someone please explain that to me?

I don't even know what to title this entry. It's been a very depressing week, most of which I'd like to forget. The highlight being yesterday hanging out with Liz, serving in the cafe so I got off early, and watching fireworks. Life seems pretty great when you're looking up into the sky to see magical bursts of colorful light =)

Too bad they always end.

summer love.

One of my favorite things about summer is the time I have to read. I love reading, I come from a house where I basically never checked out books from a library even for school reports because I didn't need to, we had so many books at home I was covered. I love to stay up late into the night reading until my eyes burn and I'm fighting sleep to get through just one more chapter. My students hate to read. I don't understand it. I'm grateful I have the escape, and I'm grateful my parents instilled in all their children a love for the written word.

damn.

I missed a week, looks like I'll be starting over on that one. *sigh*

91. American History Museum, Washington D.C.

I love D.C. and I love that I just spent a week there! I had a blast with Shelly and 30 other teachers from my District. We had classes once a day and then toured around a little.

We saw Mt Vernon

Monuments at nightThe Library of Congress

The Capitol this is my foot in the center of D.C. directly under the Capitol's dome

The Berlin Wall (part of it)
Ford's Theatre


AND The American History Museum!!Yeah, Dumbo is there, who knew? And A bunch of first lady dresses (but not all of the ones they have are out. I think they put Hilary's away because everyone knew she had altered the sucker to appear thinner, we all know you're fat Hil, we don't like you either way.) Sadly my camera died right as I got to Kermit. I was heart broken.

15. see ya, dups.

I'll add the before and after pictures later, but I'm so proud of myself for sitting down and doing this cause it was freaking boring!!

wtf?

I'm not even sure how this works . . .



I really want to show this to my Geography classes =)


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rerun

I just started back at the Olive Garden and I have been quickly reminded of a few things:

1. People still suck.
a. white trash
b. teen agers
c. cheap-ass bastards who tip 10%, or sometimes less

2. Julia will never quit the Olive Garden
This lady is in her 80's and has been working there for 20-someodd-years!! The managers are genuinely afraid she is going to die on shift. And as an added sad/creepyness factor, she announced tonight that she is pretty sure she'll be dying soon . . .

3. I have to wind down for at least three hours after a shift before I can go to bed.

4. Even though the customers suck the other servers are awesome.
a. Clint spotting the Romulan at 112
b. Johnny pouring an entire pitcher of water down his side resulting in a pouch that put
forth a steady stream of water for about 60 seconds straight.

5. Kids are still like animals at the Zoo.
a. Best when you can go and visit them, not when you bring them home.

working on it.

This week I started working on some other goals from my 101 list, get rid of duplicates in my iTunes library and upping my savings account. To do the savings (and pay off a new purchase) I'm starting work back at the Olive Garden today. No, I'm not done teaching for the year, no I'm not very excited. I'm the opposite of excited because I would way rather not work and have a summer of fun, and the spiritual low times of my life were when I was working at the O.G.. But sometimes when you're an adult you have to do things you're not excited about. I've been praying for extra help so that I can not back slide like crazy this time, so if you're that sort of person and you happen to think of my while you're on your knees it might be helpful. And I'd appreciate it.

The ol' iTunes is not as smart as I once thought it can't tell the difference between movements on classical pieces so an entire cd sometimes shows up as dups instead of being listed as four seperate songs with multiple movements. I solved that by putting "a," "b," "c," etc. The only problem is that takes ages to do. Other songs I try to get rid of the live version (usually doesn't sound as good) or the one without album art. If that doesn't work I just pick one at random to delete. Only 722 more to go!

so close.

3 WEEKS UNTIL SUMMER!!!!!!!!

Bo Yah!

circus.

I work in a circus. Today Kesha and her boyfriend were in the hall doing whatever weird little kids do and the next thing I know she is in my room telling me that he has bit her on the butt. She related the entire story to me, which involved other things that led into the biting and sat down. About 90 seconds later she screams, "he broke the skin, I'm bleeding!" I did what any trained professional would do at that moment, I laughed so hard my eyes teared up. I hid my face behind my hand, if that makes it any better. =)

And I let her get a band-aid.

#18. one of my secrets; pass Praxis

The Praxis is the test the decides if I am truly qualified to teach history. I am not a good test taker, so I hate that this is the method of assessment the gay-ass government chose. I took it once during my last semester on campus and missed the passing score by two points. Since each question is weighted differently that could be one question or two questions, I don't know. What I do know is that I was very discouraged by it especially since the test was on US and World History, as in all of it. They randomly selected questions and there was one civilization I hadn't even heard of, apparently I was sleeping that day in sophomore world history. I think I was more upset that I would have to take the test again.

This time after being there for three hours, having no breakfast, and having some lady follow me to the bathroom and stand outside while I peed; I PASSED! YAY! Worth it!

spring city, ut

My mom came to spend my spring break with me this past week and we had a blast! On Thursday we went to Richfield to see my brother and took the scenic route through Manti. One of the places we stopped to look was Spring City. The entire town is on the Historical Register and main street looks something like this; house, house, sheep grazing in a pasture, house, bank.

. . .I took a picture.

. . . And I laughed.

. . . A lot.

81. cosmo pic(s)

Love it, love him, love us!

how i know i'm not like all the other girls.

Tonight I was cleaning my bathroom when I looked down and realized that these were the objects jumbled around on the counter. Perfume, make-up, tooth brush, shotgun shells . . .

stacking days.

I have tried to let a lot of things at work roll off and go by, but today I feel like everything that I had pushed aside dropped back down on my shoulders and I did not handle it very well. Nothing happened that on its own would have caused me to cry, but several small things pushed me beyond what I could handle and now I am broken. I was told by a student in front of the Vice Principal that it didn't matter what I said because the VP out ranked me (he was doing a piss poor job of backing me up at the time, thanks asshole), the food I had left for breakfast was stolen by someone who thought they were funny (they weren't), the face of my iPhone shattered yesterday (which voids the warranty, fuck you too AT&T), and I have had a few personal things happen (rejected 2x, huge secret from a friend that shook me).

I spent most of fourth period in the staff room with another teacher because I couldn't handle what I needed to do while a TA watched my class. After explaining most of what was happening the other teacher told me that at his house they call those stacking days. I thought it was perfect for how I felt. And, it sounded a lot better to me than broken day, cause let's face it, I am right now and I'd rather deny it.

why I play in cemeteries.

When I was a little girl I used to go to work with my Daddy. He is a contractor and among the things he did/does is digging graves. It took until I was about 12 to figure out it was not the norm to grow up playing in a cemetery, let alone be lifted down into the hole to clean up sticks and roots that were not visually appealing. Luckily when I did figure all this out it was a sort of silent revelation so there were no social consequences, which let's face it, at 12 would have been monumental.

I went for a bike ride on Saturday and I'm glad that I did for a few reasons, the amazing weather, the chance to finally explore the Provo cemetery, and another chance to fall deeper in love with my iPhone. =)

I love the angel seen above, she was even more beautiful in person.











Anchors away! I would like to think this stone belong to an ex Navy man.













I thought this stone was a lovely color so I snapped a few shots.















This one drew me in, the gargantuan granite ball fascinated me.

fuck it.

I just tried three times to upload some pictures I took this week, but to no avail. I have a massive headache because something that really upset me just happened. It's crappy outside. I have to teach a subject I've never taught starting tomorrow. There's still 10 weeks left of school. My best friends are not where I can contact them right now. AND the one random frill purchase I wanted this month was sold out by the time I got there. bastards.

4. Elizabethtown and 23. Golf balls

Last night after roller skating with Mike (much harder than I remember it being, FYI. AND there are far too high a number of freakishly good roller skaters here, stupid jumpy/spinner guy.) Anika and I watched Elizabethtown, loved it!

This is the Demon Dog, me, and Anika prior to the screening.

Today Chad and Scott took me to the driving range with them, I don't keep my head down, *sigh* that is going to be a long one if I intend to master it with any degree of skill.

more pictures! I love #53!

The new decorations in my classroom that will stay up for probably the rest of the year.





























Zach and my blue/green tentaclie ball















5th period class minus Kelsee