Man, who knew kids get so grumpy when they are made to do work in school?! Grr. If only I could sit back and count mitotic cells as an assignment...

What up homies!

I took yesterday (Monday) off because
1. I had to work on Saturday...Took my AP Biology kids to their AP Test Prep Session at another high school.
2. Mondays are C days, which means that I see all my classes for 45 minutes each. So, if I skip a Monday, everyone is still on schedule, and no class is a whole class period ahead of another.
3. I could not have continued another day without taking a 3 day weekend.

So, the upside is, this week is a 4 day week (holla!), and I only have to get through this week and the next till Thanksgiving Break.
The downside is, I am super depressed today, and out of practice keeping my "workface" on. My workface consists of the following: pretending I am a figure of authority to 14-18 year olds, and pretending that I am an appropriate person, not one who is prone to talking like a sailor or letting out bodily noises at inopportune times at all. Not at all!

In any case, all of these factors make today seem interminable. And I can't make myself be as productive as I need to be. I just keep thinking about how much I want to take a trip to Orlando, FL this Christmas Break to go to the Harry Potter Theme Park. It is definitely one of my major life goals.

Oh, and I must tell you about Saturday, when I took my girls to the Prep Session.
I was told that I had to go to the Prep Session with the girls, and that I could not send them without going myself. But once I got there, there was nothing to do. I believe I was supposed to be doing something helpful, but I don't know what that was supposed to be. So, I spent my time hiding from other teachers in hopes of not being finagled into doing something helpful.

At one point, I snuck out behind the cafeteria, sat behind a wall to hide myself, and just contemplated the trees. It felt strangely like those wonderful UIL Competition days in high school, when we had to do our competitions, and then chill for the rest of the day, burning contraband incense matches and taking walks in the woods. (Elissa & Rachel: Remember??)

Anyways, sometimes I feel like the only professional-aged person who has failed to gain professional-aged morals. In fact, I feel like my work morals have only decreased since graduating college.

In fact, after sitting a while behind the wall, I decided I might as well skip till the end of the day, when I had to make sure my girls had a ride home, and so I called Aaron, and we went to Sonic to hang out till the end of the day. It was amazing. I finally got the chance to skip school with a hot guy!

This is a super disjointed post. Eh, I can't be bothered to improve it, till later at least.

In response to Aaron B's question, I miss my census job because it was the perfect mix of inactivity, human interaction, and money. When I was working for the census, I would get up in the morning (not too early, because no one else working for the census wanted to wake up too early), drive to Whole Foods to meet my work group, hang out and talk for a while, and get some questionnaires to do. I'd get them done in a short amount of time, clock in my hours, and be done. I miss my hours of daylight at home, lounging and enjoying my time with the creatures. And I had found a group of kindred spirits in my census group--people who do not view work as the most important part of their lives, and thus, were very interesting people.

Teaching is fairly rewarding and interesting, but it's eating my soul, because I do not have enough time to do the things that really matter to me (i.e. improving and culturing my mind through reading and movies, as well as doing my god-given vocation, which is hanging out with my boy, dog, and kitty.)

On the other hand, I am learning science so much better now than I ever did in medical school. And I'm getting paid to learn it, rather than paying some bloated institution to teach it to me.

I really miss my census job.

Possibly the cutest kitten video I've ever seen.

The mix that randomly played this morning on my way to work was too amazing not to document.

1. Girl Right Next to Me - Goo Goo Dolls
2. My Life to Live - Lars Frederickson and the Bastards
3. Daylight Outro Remix - Matt & Kim
4. Losing Touch - The Killers

That, plus my starbux coffee, breakfast of hostess powdered donuts, and the fact that it is FRIDAY! should make this an amazing day.

Last night, Aaron and I followed a random car off I-75, just to see where he ended up. I was having my routine Sunday night depression, and started wishing I had somewhere to be, as it seemed all the other cars on the highway did. So, we decided to follow a white Honda to see where it was going. Strangely, he got off on our exit. Then, he took us on a winding route. Aaron conjectured that he was going to end up just taking us to his house/apt/living abode, and I hoped for a much more mysterious and exciting destination. In the end, we ended up about 2 blocks away from our house, and he parked in the parking lot behind Black Eyed Pea, either because he worked the night shift somewhere near there, or he was gonna party down on Cedar Springs, or because he wanted a late dinner. So, I guess we didn't learn much, but what is the likelihood that the exact car we decided to follow would end up getting off I-75 at our exit, and basically take us home?

Dwight looks like a baby puppy without his collar. The coating on his collar hardware wore off, and he had an allergic reaction to the nickel...or the brass, we're not sure. So we're gonna have to order some stainless steel hardware and re-hardware his collar. But first we're waiting for his neck to heal and stop leaking. Yuck. Oh, the things I do for this dog.

I had a dream last night that a bright pink kitten showed up at our doorstep. But when I touched her fur, crowds of fleas and mites could be seen running from my hand. So Aaron and I gave her a bath in Dawn soap, and the pink washed off to reveal mostly white with orange tabby patches. I was disappointed because I was hoping the pink was a rare genetic mutation.

The end, for now.