Monday, February 27, 2012

From last night:

The moon is a Cheshire grin, and I am as confused as Alice.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Probably the best thing I've ever eaten

Pasta (in this case, thin spaghetti) with olive oil, garlic, a little parmesan, salt, and pepper, and sriracha, eaten with chunks of ripe avocado. It is AMAZING.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Quotes from the bus

Every weekday afternoon I pick up three girls from an area elementary school. The two in question here are in second grade.

SB: I can't see anything without my glasses.

SS: Just poke your eyes!

SB: That doesn't work!

SS: Well that's what Geronimo* does!

SB: He's a mouse!

me: ...And a cartoon.

SS: I don't believe that.

She was dead serious. She went on to explain that if you believe something enough, that makes it true. I told her, "I don't think that's how that works," but I'm not sure she believed me.

*I have looked him up just for you. She talks about him all the time.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

What's going on these days

Possibly this isn't the best time to write, as I am rather exhausted at the moment, but for once I have the inclination and so I will run with it, and keep the reactionary emotionality out of it as best I can.

Work: I'm still doing the with-kids stuff and also still doing some odd jobs (tutoring, babysitting, pet sitting, whatever). My attitude toward my "real job" varies, often depending on my energy level and on whether I have done anything really flipping stupid at work lately. Regardless, I'm about to start picking up more hours by teaching P.E. and movement to preschoolers, so that should put me at full time. I'm utterly stressed out by it all at the moment, but we'll see how it goes, yes? Yes.

Reading: I am incredibly lucky to have 40 minutes or so every day during which I basically get paid to sit in a van and read while I wait for kids to be let out of school. I have been enjoying the kindle I received for Christmas.

Interpersonal interaction (read: light exercises in hedonism*) : So, though I seriously doubted that they would, things have ended up going with this guy (mentioned at the bottom of the link). Ian. We spent three and a half months hanging out a lot and texting a ridiculous amount and kind of liking each other and being indecisive (because, let's be real, we only have so much in common), and appear to have both decided to quit overanalyzing our lives and just give it a go. we go, I guess. Anyway, he's one of the main reasons I'm so deliriously tired this week, and he is quite a good Valentine. I have a dozen long-stem roses, and candies from Italy and New York, and more honesty than I might have expected. I'm so unromantic; I feel like I inadvertently cancel out his sporadic attempts to be so. I am so unused to being given random gifts (I guess Valentine's Day is a typical gift-giving time, but I'm still not used to it) that I never know how to react. But he is witty and sarcastic and sweet and thoughtful. And I like him.

*Look, I'm being emotional like I said I was, okay? "As best I can" doesn't mean "perfectly."

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


Here is the thing that (currently) I find most disappointing in myself: sometimes--far more often than I would like, or like to admit--I follow, when I should lead.