I knew that of all the car companies out there, Honda would understand what I'm feeling!

My list:
1. Stay at a pod hotel in Japan.
2. See the northern lights (they even got that right!!).
3. Become a millionaire.

I'm sure that once I achieve #3, I'll be ready to pop out a little one. Just one though, don't want to get too crazy!

My current nail polish! Inspired by the Louis Vuitton Vernis Rayures collection:



And I don't know why the nail polish picture has to be me holding the nail polish container, that's just how it's done by fashion bloggers the world over...

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This is Dwight at the doggy dermatologist getting his allergy test. I gave Dwight his first allergy shot on Saturday. The three years I spent at med school seem totally worth it when I can trust myself with minor medical things like this.

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I recently read through Aaron's old blog, and it made me realize how important it is to keep up with blogging. His made me laugh so much and reminded me of happenings that I'd totally forgotten...which adds to my recent fear that I'm forgetting a lot more things than usual. Maybe it's stress, maybe it's age (after all, I did find six short white hairs the night before my 28th birthday), maybe it'll all come back to me (I hope), but for right now, when I try to remember certain things, it feels like reaching into the dark and touching nothing but mist and fuzziness. Which is very disturbing because my memory has always been one of the things I felt I could depend on.

There are a couple of things I should get down on virtual paper before I forget (the creepshow lady we saw at Mockingbird Station who gave both Aaron and I the Fear, for one), but somehow, I'm just not in the right mood for now.

So I'll leave you with the thought that Dwight loves the sun. Whenever it's sunny outside, he begs to go lay out in the sun like some daisy-duke wearing teenage girl. And then he lays on the ground with his eyes mostly closed, in bliss.

I wish there was a pill I could take to make me feel better about being at work right now. I don't think I've really understood people who take antidepressants until now. I usually don't really like taking pills, not even over the counter stuff like Tylenol, but if it could make me feel better at this point, I would take it in a second.

The problem is homesickness--it's a thousand times easier to go to work or school when your homelife sucks. Work or school becomes a way to get out of your bad situation, and enjoy a few hours of peace and dependability. But I have a warm sleepy dog, a warm sleepy cat, and a comfy bed at home waiting for me right now, and even though you may think this is a minor complaint due to laziness, I am so sick about being at work right now, I feel nauseous.

The problem is the atmosphere here sucks. It's humid in my room, and there's roaches that like to pop up in random places. There's also a huge industrial air conditioning unit that makes a constant loud background hum that I can't think over. And the building is so old and industrial looking, I feel like I am in jail.

Thinking about this school feels like pinpricks in my brain.

When oh when will my three day weekend come? Technically it's in 3 days but it feels like an eternity. This must be what hell is like--the promise of relief that never comes.

I am feeling strangely elated today. I don't quite trust it because nothing is really new today, so it must be hormonal or something. I don't trust happiness I can't control...but I do appreciate it. (Thank you, body, for making me hormonally happy today instead of hormonally depressed!)

Well maybe I am happy because I am wearing french braid pigtails today, and it is fun! And because last night, Aaron asked me if I wanted to keep my fortune cookie fortune that somehow ended up in his wallet, and I said no. But today, I found it slipped into the zipper pouch on my keys, and it felt like such a hopeful message:
"There is nothing lost or wasted in this life."

My to-do list is ridiculous today: schedule a dr's appt so I can keep getting my bc supply, call my alt cert program to see if they count for the lifetime learning tax credit (yes, I do things at the last minute), write out lesson plans for this week to turn into admin, that I will barely follow (because things change everyday! How am I supposed to plan for the whole week?!), and plan a TAKS review to do on Wednesday for the 9-11 graders.

Even that list can't bring me down today though, because hormones are invincible. They'll go away when they feel like going away, and they do not feel like going away right now. I know, because I am so wired right now.

On a different note, I have been coveting this past week.
("How do we covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? No! We covet what we see every day." -Hannibal Lecter)
And I surf purse forum everyday, and thus I covet. Many, many things. Which is dangerous, because if you give a lunatic a salary, there is no end to the damage they can do. HAHAHAHahahahaha

I spent 2 hours last night (pretty much all my free time) painting my nails mint green. It looks...interesting with my brown skin, but what's bothering me most is the fact that they just don't look professional! Why!!! Stupid nail polish on stupid cuticles.

I'm going to take it all off and do it again tonight. Oh, and next time I'm going to try leopard print nails. I wish I could dye Aaron's hair leopard print (with celery stix and hair dye) but unfortunately, it would not be work appropriate.
I actually don't even like animal print mostly but leopard print hair/nails just seems so interesting.

I wonder what it's like not to be a perfectionist. Actually I am far from a perfectionist about most things, but I definitely am about my nails. I spoiled myself going to get a manicure w/ my sister over spring break and now I want my nails perfect all the time. Too bad, cause I am totally unwilling to pay that much again for a temporary procedure. So I have been collecting tools to be able to do my nails at home.

This post is so inane...3 paragraphs about nail polish.