1. Scott went to Cancun for four days last week, and as much as I enjoyed the time to myself, I also missed him a lot, in one of those ways that makes me appreciate how much better my life is with him in it. Also, the reminder that I am not made of stone was nice. I need those sometimes.
2. The other night I farted and it sounded exactly like the noise my cell phone makes when it is set on vibrate. I can not begin to describe the bizarre combination of impulses this triggered. No one expects a ring tone to come out their ass.
3. The teacher training is over. I am relieved to be free of the obligations and I am looking forward to teaching, but I will miss it. I have very rarely ever fit in with a group of people. I’m weird, and that is fine with me. I didn’t fit in here, either, but I was completely accepted, just as I am, weird and all. Lovely.
4. I remember when I was in high school, there were times that I would get mad at a class, and tired and overwhelmed, and I would intentionally not study for an exam or finish a paper. Almost every time this happened, I would go into school the next day to find that the teacher was unexpectedly absent, or decided to extend the deadline for some unknown reason. My mother used to tell me that I was the luckiest person on earth. Likewise, I was having a spaz over the weekend about the amount of classwork I needed to do for Monday, plus I had to get ready to teach yoga Monday morning, and do my last workstudy shift Monday night. Lo and behold, by Sunday afternoon, Chris -in a move totally out of character- decided to cancel all of the Monday morning classes because of an impending snowstorm, and on Monday morning, he cancelled the afternoon classes as well, so no workstudy shift. The instructor for the photoshop class pretty much gave me a pass on turning in the assignment late, and as it turned out, with all of the extra time, I was finished with it just a few hours after the deadline anyway. I’m still scrambling just a little bit to get all of my classwork done and recover from my February frenzy hangover, but things are starting to settle a bit.
5. I just looked at my calendar, and other than classes and work and the regular stuff, there are lots and lots and LOTS of empty squares over the next two months. Joy! It’s been total mayhem for eight months. I can’t wait to do nothing.
