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When I think in Lists

I realize things are ridiculous. 

Today I: 
-Had a bat in my classroom
-Taught class with a bat 
-Tried to keep students focused while the batty (srsly) old science teacher wrangled the actual bat with a paper bag.
-Yelled at students for wearing memorial ribbons
-Conducted a band while dodgeballs were flying at my students (and myself)
-Allowed a lurky student to lurk behind the wall in front of my classroom. 
-Said “Fuck” a lot, internally.  

In the present tense:
-Am so high strung I can’t nap
-Have a tummy ache from too many chicken wings
-Am trying to look nice for a stupid first date, but just look tired and a bit ridiculous

In the future tense:
-Try to avoid that obligatory “we met online” first date hug. *gross*
-Find parking 
-Try not to regret sharing all of this on the internet

Life, in lists.  

These times… You know, changing.

Things I used to be able to do: (But cannot currently) -Consume Cheetos, Dr. Pepper, and Ding-Dongs in one sitting. No tummy ache. -Read the bottom line of those eye doctor things without guessing. Still needed glasses. -Stay up late. -Talk about stupid shit, loudly, in public. Things I didn’t used to be able to do: (But totes can, currently) -Run miles. In succession. -Pay bills. With money, which was originally mine. -Stop eating sometimes. -Recognize moments of my awesomeness. I think growing up is treating me okay. But, really, I should get to keep the junk food power.

Seasons

I’ve lived in the snow, a few times. I’d do it again. But, I wonder, because the seasons affect my mood a lot just living in the desert. Could I handle a real live winter anymore? hmm. 

But, spring is coming, and that’s my favorite, no matter where I am. 

#weatherblogs

Brr…

I’m so cold, all the time. This is not metaphorical, I’m just fucking freezing for no good reason. All day. 

*shiver*

My heater’s at 74. What the deuce is wrong with me?