I couldn't help but snort with laughter as I read this, so I had to file an answer. There's an XKCD comic somewhere in their archives that describes my routine to a 'T.' If I'm up after midnight, I'll check my early-updating webcomics. When I get up, I'll check my mail accounts, Google Reader, Friends Page and the comics that update while I slept. During the day I leave my email up in tabs in case something I need to respond to pops up while I do other things. When I get in from nannying, I check through the things that make me laugh and unwind: LolCats and most of those tabs, It Made My Day, Emails From Crazy People, and Crazy Things Parents Say. Those are my staples/routine, everything else is really fluid.

Ugh, having one of those days where things can only go up. The really annoying part is that it's little things, you know, like the fact that a nest of spiders hatched in Rosie's van behind on the windshield (I have this weird fear of a spider or bug crawling into my ear and laying eggs or something). So I resolved to kill the little buggers once I made it to school and drove. Then I got pulled over for going 60 in a 45 on a major roadway. And I think that they had to be trying to meet a quota too; there were three people they pulled over, me, a couple in a sedan, and a guy on a motorcycle. I haven't had a speeding ticket since I was freaking 18; my record should be spotless unless that and  the car accident I also had at 18 (two and a half weeks following the ticket) haven't cleared yet. I think it's five years, but it might be seven...

So I made it to school just in the nick of time... Here's to my day getting better and shiny!

 PHUCK THE MOTHER PHUCKING PHILLIES! Never in my life have I ever been sooooo happy to see the Yankees win in my life!

I wanna start by thanking alycat16 for her kind words following my accident. I really appreciated it.

So my birthday went off pretty well. I made a large cream cake that was delicious and although my Mom had bought and given me my gift way early (a new flat iron to replace the one England broke), she presented me with a cute blue skirt that I love to smithereens. Thursday night Kat bought me dinner at this quirky taco bar we found and we watched the Yankees/Angels game. And screamed as we thought Brian Fuentes was going to blow it. And screamed some more at the dramatic camera shots of only Fuentes' eyes. Then breathed a sigh of relief when the Angels won... Was an awesome night.

Friday night I drove out to Dahlonega where Dax presented me with a Hello Kitty lunchbox that reads 'I Heart (an apple) Nerds' on the front. I love it thiiiiiiiiiiis much! *Spreads arms wide*

We had a great weekend. We made Funnel Cakes and watched a Twinkie move. That's how we see Twilight; it's a cinematic Twinkie. If we want to watch something we thought was good, then we would watch something like 'The Godfather' or '10 Things I Hate About You,' but instead we figured that we would simply watch something that would rot our brains slightly and make us laugh at the silly. Hence, Twilight. He did eventually get me to watch 'Hot Fuzz' though, which was equally silly, but much better as far as quality goes in my opinion.

I hated havingto leave him even though I had a rash of good luck on my way down. I found this dress I'd been looking for for six weeks at Ross, I found Pumpkin Pie flavoured coffee syrup, Steve Phillips checked himself into rehab (I never liked him), and I subbed a pretty decent class for Geography. While I was subbing, the teacher walked in and asked me to take on his class Tuesday too. Then I got asked to do the morning shift for another teacher.

So I spent yesterday in school. It was really fun for the most part. Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth grades all in various math or science classes and then my Geography exploratory. I ended up giving out Twizzlers to the older kids as a reward for a question answered right and tried to keep it at 1-2 pieces each since I had carpool duty and didn't want them bouncing off the walls. They did pretty well though and got really excited at the prospect of candy.

Today I got called into the Elementary school which is never as fun as the Middle School. The younger kids are cute and all, bu you have to be so much more careful and coddling with them that it's a bit draining. They're so easy to upset and it makes it difficult to know exactly how you can talk to them. Middle schoolers are easier; I know how I can talk to them, I simply have to watch my language and meaning sometimes.

I helped in one class and then taught a pair of Spanish classes. They were 5-6 year olds, so the classes were on things that I still knew from High School, the seasons, and asking to use the restroom/washing your hands. They were pretty good. The greatest part might have been when I was pulling out to come home though; the first wave of middle school students were headed outdoors for recess, and they saw me behind the wheel and started motioning for me to come play with them. Warmed my heart. I told them 'no' of course, but it was a nice feeling.

Fall Festival at First Baptist with Hannah and Sydney. Can't wait!

Later everyone and Phuck the Phils! Go Yankees (one of the few, rare times in my life you will catch me cheering on the Yanks)

Soooo... I'm feeling pretty low right about now. The front driver's side tire popped off my car today. I'm OK, but she's pretty banged up. I felt she was driving funny anyways so I'd planned to take her in to the tire shop after my Dentist appointment to have them check the balance anyway. But I was driving along the highway and suddenly there was this big *thud* and my car tilted down to the left and there was this horrid scraping noise. As I tried to pull off to the shoulder, I vaguely saw my tire bouncing away. I didn't hit anything head on, so the airbags didn't deploy, but I scraped up the passenger side of the car a bit against the guard rail in doing so. I was shaking and though it's totally cliche, I'm glad I had my seat belt on because it would have been a lot worse if I hadn't...

So I called my Mom and then the Insurance Company, then my Dad, who came to sit with me until the tow truck arrived. Dax sat on the phone with me for a bit until Dad showed up so that I'd have some company. Dad showed up and later so did the tow guy. He was really nice and I think it shocked him that I knew and liked Football, so we spent the ride discussing the merits of Brett Farve's experience as a QB. I still think his arm'll fall off by about week 14.

When we finally got home Dad took me to McDonald's for food because I was starving. After I ate, and did my chores and thought about it for a bit, I just broke into tears. I was frustrated, upset, scared, and relieved. My car is out of commission until further notice, I could have been seriously injured, tomorrow's my birthday, and the list simply went on. Dax talked to me for a bit, and it made me feel a bit better to simply have some company again.

Eventually a friend of Mom's who's a mechanic showed up to take a look at her and he should have a quote for us by tomorrow afternoon. After that, Dax called back to love on me some more and be a shoulder to cry on. He's lovely. We looked at Lols and the like. It made me laugh.

Mommy brought me Kahlua and I had the idea to ask Rosie to let me borrow her car. She's loaning me her van for about a week.

I've cried so much that my head hurts; here's hoping that tomorrow's a much better day!

The Birthday is in ten days. I'm just ranting, it's about RPG stuff, under cut, you don't really have to read.
( Just Talkin'... )

24 in 17 Days

Waking up and having my morning cup of coffee. I just wish it were better coffee, but my Mother, bless her soul doesn't realise that there are few reasons that a singular bag (as opposed to an entire brand) of coffee is discounted. It's either being discontinued/the brand is going away, or it's beyond the date and going stale. Since I'm sure that Starbucks isn't going out of business any time soon, for a bag of their coffee to be discounted to $2.50, it's going stale. Plus it was ground, so it's really losing its flavour. I'm not a coffee expert by any means and I don't pretend to be, but seriously, I can taste when my coffee tastes bad and the cups coming from this bag does. Mom doesn't taste it given that she drinks coffee after I've run it through for her a second time. I appreciate the attempt to do something nice for me, but sometimes you really need to go for quality over a discount.

Went to the Greek Festival last night. As usual, it was tasty. I'm in love with their coffee. I plan on trying to hunt some down today. We brought back tons of pastries, Mom and I both got cute new scarves, and got pastry. Siriusly, I didn't find anything that I really needed or wanted (with the exception of this one ring that had a sapphire coloured stone and opal inlays, but the stone was set in a way that I didn't like), so I just brought home pastry. On the way home I saw Forrest. Which was weird because I'd just seen him two weeks ago at AWA. He apparently lives and works right down the street from the Church.

Headed to BPAL WILL CALL today! I've never been, and the Halloweenies look like they smell quite delectable, so I kinda have to go. It was supposed to be Kat, Bee and me going, but Bee caught Mono and Kat's got work stuff (and the fear that she's got Mono), I'm goin' solo and picking up a bottle of Devil's Night on Bee's behalf. I'm still looking forward to it, but I'll miss the girls. I'm going to try and find some Greek coffee when I go too.

I subbed Friday. I'm really enjoying the classroom setting. I get a sweet satisfaction from knowing that a student's asked me a question and I could help him/her reach the right answer. At the Friend School I've really grown fond of the Sixth Graders. The kids are friendly and lively. A lot of the Seventh Graders are reaching that age where they are either full of drama or like to push the bounds of authority to the point where I wish I was a Seventh Grade girl so that I could smack them and take the punishment for it. I haven't met many of the Eighth Graders yet, and the few I have met haven't been very open.

So the Mets have nothing to do but pray for 2010 to be better. They're ending strong enough, much like they begun. I wish that it had been there throughout the entire season. *Le Sigh* But Josh Thole, that new rookie Catcher, looks like he can be something big. He'll be fun to keep track of next year. I've kinda taken on the idea that so long as neither the Phillies nor the Cardinals win it all, I'm good with the National League. In the AL, we all know that I just want the Yankees to lose. I wouldn't be at all heartbroken if the Angels won it all with what they've been through this year, they're always cool in my book.

The Braves came close to pulling out the Wild Card slot, but then they ran into the Marlins. I've noticed that in the past few years (starting right around 2004 after they won the World Series and had the fire-sale), the Marlins aren't really good, they simply exist to play the role of spoiler for anyone who might have a chance to do something. I hear sports talk talk about how talented the Marlins are and how great they can be, but the sooner everyone realises that they're nothing but a spoiler team and haven't caught lightning in a bottle, the sooner they can focus on getting good nd catching said lightning.

I think that's everything I have to say. Have a great week everyone!

So I'm sure that I must be an idiot, genius, or a madwoman; not sure which yet. My 'G' key was stuck and I looked up how to fix it. So I started taking apart the key only to decide that to get the corners cleaned just right, I had to remove a few of the surrounding keys too. That's how I broke the 'T' key. And it refused to go back on! It took me half an hour, but I finally got it back on and it's all working quite well. I need to find a way to clean my keyboard without ripping the keys up or using compressed air because I hate that bitter taste. So I basically am saying that I willingly disassembled part of my keyboard, essentially broke it, and then had to fix it myself instead of trying to find a professional... I'm not the brightest, I know, but it did feel good to fix it all on my lonesome. ^.^

It's fall! The air's finally getting a cooler quality to it, the Atlanta Greek Festival is this weekend, and I'm loving the cool down. Pumpkin Spice Lattes are here and cute sweaters are on the horizon! I'm kinda tempted to buy one of those $20.00 Cardicoats from Old Navy. There's a grey-and-white striped one with toggle closures that I kinda have my heart set on. The temptation is surely there given the amount of thought I've put into this, huh? My birthday is in 20 Days. I'll be 24. I feel as if I grow older, but not really old. I hope I never lose the need or sense of having fun, even when it simply needs to be balanced with maturity and responsibility.

My Mother's home for fours days, which means I beg God to help my soul. I love her, but she's a helicopter Mom to the extreme. Her current hover is badgering me to 'straighten,' clean by her standards, my room so that she can call the roofers to make sure that the year's storms have not damaged out roof. Which would be fine had I not cleaned my room top to bottom when she first told me this in July and she neglected to call them.

( You know those situations that feel better if you get it on paper? This is one of those. Not private, just probably not of interest to anyone else. )

Happy October everyone!

So Con weekend heralded in rain. A ton of rain that included flooding in the South East to the point where Six Flags might as well have been Atlantis. The Interstate flooded and schools got rained out for two days.

I spent those three days in school. No kidding. I got a call to sub for two teachers at once. I took Rose's fifth grade morning classes and Dorothy's Sixth and Seventh grade Math classes. They were easy enough in that most of the classes involved administering exams.

Thursday and Friday I was already scheduled to sub for Kurt, a sixth grade Social Studies and Language Arts teacher. I didn't have to get up and teach, though I would have had fun doing so, and Friday was test day in both subjects. I did have fun meeting lots of different kids though. I got on with most of them well, once they realised that I run a 'benevolent dictatorship.' I did have a few problems when I had a group of rude and unruly seventh grade boys in an elective class, but they got into their own trouble.

I had an anniversary Sunday. Second one. I still find it epic that I've got someone who loves me like Dax does. I drove up there and we went to Waffle House. Waffle House is tasty.

We didn't do much Saturday, which is the way it should have been. In the end, we decided on impromptu Sushi and grocery shopping for anniversary dinner. Kiku might be our favourite shared place outside of simply being at home together. We got stuff for casserole, steak, mashed potatoes, corn, cheese cake, and pumpkin bread.

It was all delicious. Our Cheesecakes fell a bit and were not uber-lovely, but they were delicious! Dinner was wonderful and even more so, cooking dinner was so much fun. We learned what to do for the next time we made certain dishes, we had a ton of food, and spent time together.

Dinner meant Stardust. Stardust is such a sweet movie. I like the ending better than that of the book.

I'm supposed to sub half-a-day on Friday and the Greek Festival and Will Call are this weekend. Can't wait!