Saturday, September 08, 2007

[Stuff]

Good evening.  How was your day?

Twelve papers down, 31 to go.  I'm enjoying reading them, but I'm a little overwhelmed, because I want to devote enough time to give my students the time and attention necessary for me not to be a robot or even start grading with irritation--I have moments where if I see another run-on sentence I may scream!  Still, I know they've all worked hard, and many of them have shared personal stories, and I don't want to sound like I'm grading their memories--I'm not.  I just want them to tap into all the potential their stories contain.  

Plus, I've got a crapload of my own homework due next week.  

I overcooked my steak this evening--I managed to cut off and eat about four bites.  Will I ever learn not to do three very separate things at once in the kitchen?  Ah, well, I enjoyed the rest of the meal: boiled red potatoes with butter and garlic, and spinach salad with strawberries, mozzarella, romano cheese, sunflower nuts, and raspberry viniagrette dressing.  Nummers!

My breath, though, is pretty funky.  My love for garlic bites me in the butt again.  

I stayed up late reading the text from my old xanga I deleted a couple years ago.  I copy-and-pasted all the entries into a MS Word file before I killed it, and oh, Lord, it's so funny!  It improved my spirits considerably.  Here are some lines, exact and paraphrased both, for your enjoyment (or so you can roll your eyes pompously):

You know what I want?  I want a stud-finder.

Did you know that Michelle once accused me of a diabolical crime?  She did: Attempted seduction by use of chocolate pastries.   A jury of my peers found me guilty.  

Can someone help me track down the mirror I broke or the ladder I walked under?  I'd like to take a swing at it.

It's winter... And it's a warm day in Kirksville! That's kind of like saying it's a cold day in hell... which must mean............................................ my 21-year-single-streak's gonna come to an end!!! Whoo-hoo!!!

Stolen from a friend's blog: Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy....... The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked! Now men.... men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with

ChosenWarrior35: i just drinked
ChosenWarrior35: soda
ChosenWarrior35: and I burped
ChosenWarrior35: and it came up my nose and burned
ChosenWarrior35: lol
ChosenWarrior35: lololololol
NikiStarsNHrEyes: what
else have you been drinking, child?

I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE

HALLELUJAH, PRAISE THE LORD, I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THAT CONFOUNDED 12 PAGE PAPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, the memories.

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