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gotta love these fifth graders.


very clever my young Luis. Very clever. This is the same boy who asked me to take him to Rio.

what i did today

I get paid for this.

they buried me to my knees

and then Clowey threw her arms around my neck,

and said, "you're never leaving, ever!" 

and hugged me 

if there is more to life than that feeling

of being held tightly

I haven't found it yet

or anything that comes remotely close

I have the best job in the world.

Today I found this album

which has Alan Rickman reading "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" (track 4)

pretty much the greatest thing I ever heard. I bought it, obviously. But the whole album, not just the one. I felt it a pretty good deal, and a worthy investment. I've started to watch/listen to more Shakespeare in my free time. I love it.

I am so good at procrastinating homework

this is what I do (or don't do, as the case may be) instead:

this was the first incarnation.

here is the new and improved version:

the bolded ones are ones I didn't get done every day of the set, and so I know they are my weak points.

I love routines. The trouble is, I don't love making them. But this chart has worked wonders so far. It's on the bathroom wall by the sink so I check it off when I am brushing my teeth.

the list

favorite movies:
West Side Story
Singin' in the Rain
That Thing You Do!
You've Got Mail!
Twelve Angry Men
Lars and the Real Girl
Good Will Hunting
The Breakfast Club
Star Wars

In no particular order. I just was on  a date tonight and was thinking about it. People judge you so based on lists. Unfortunately I can never think of my favorites at the time.

"don't forget to write to philip"

it is one of my daily goals.
and my roommate emily reminds me of it
"writing to philip" does not mean i have a missionary out in the field
(thank goodness)

i used to have this therapist
who told me i was a winner
and that i could do what i want
(essentially)
he's made a great impact on my life
(obviously)
so i named a journal after him
which is what writing to philip means

i just finished three pages
when i was only intent on a paragraph
maybe i still need a philip after all

quotes from Alexis O.

"Teacher, are you married, or alone?"
"I'm not married, Alexis."
"Why don't you just ask one of your friends to marry you then?"
"That's a good idea Alexis, maybe I will."


When Alexis got bowled over by a fifth-grader playing soccer

*Alexis cries mightily*
"Jose can you apologize to Alexis"
"Hey, I'm sorry, it was an accident"
"Alexis do you accept Jose's apology?"
*sniffs* "Yes...I JUST DON'T WANT MY MOM TO THINK I RUINED MY PANTS SHE WILL KIIIIIIIIILLL ME!"
"Would you like me to write a note to your Mom, explaining that it wasn't your fault" (His pants were covered in mud"
"Yeah..." *sniff sniff*decrease in crying*

things I am giving up for lent:

1. hope

I realize some of you may be alarmed by this. It's not exactly what it seems. What I mean is,  that I'm working on my acceptance of my life, and not thinking things like "I should be done by now," or "I should be ________ by now." I think I just need to accept where I am and be content. This doesn't mean I don't have hopes for the future, but I do know that me dwelling on what makes me frustrated about my life isn't good for me. So I've decided not to.

2. Not blogging.

Hard to believe, I know, this blog has been so incredibly un-updated as of late. But I will try to change that.

sick

For those of you who don't know:

I've been sick lately.
I got sick three weeks ago Thursday. Diagnosed with Pneumonia the following Monday. Have been keeping it on the d/l ever since. I went to the doctor again yesterday where I got my third round of medication. Woot.

Although I have been sick, here are some pictures of the adventures I have had while being sick:
1) Visiting Seattle to see  John Green/get him to sign my book.

a) Rach and my delicious food at some swanky place downtown.

Can I just say how awesome it was to see Rachel Ehlen/Williams? We got to talk about
all sorts of things, like being non conformists and the interesting atypical lives we have led, along
with our sisters in nonconformity: Marae and Mego.

My posh hostel room. I wouldn't say I loved living in a hostel,
 I would have rather had a friend while I was there, but I did prefer
it to being in a hotel by myself.

awesome sign in Seattle. Every day at about 2 I would get up,
shower, and walk around to fetch some lunch. But most of the time I
stayed in bed and watched Doctor Who on Netflix. 

I told you this hostel had the right idea. Free breakfast, and clean showers!

This great Mediterranean place I ate at in Seattle. 3rd and Vine. 

hilarious.

at the mall where the book signing was they gave us footprints
to find it if we went in the wrong door (which I did)

Anything referencing twilight fandoms sells poorly at Nerdfighteria events

The DFTBA cupcakes however...

book I got signed for Eliza. We got 3 things. I got a book for her,
a book for me, and a poster for me.

Knitted giant squid of anger given to me by a nerdfighter. It will make its way around the globe with me, and its travels shall be posted on tumblr. 

the van!

 Me touching the poof!

Me and the van!

Me touching the poof with some color doctoring!

Hank Green looking at me!

By the way, all of the pictures of me with the van I owe to a great nerdfighter who also gave me a ride home that night. I also have pictures of meeting Hank and John due to her kindness.

little blue box

For a minute
I thought the little icon next to my screen name in gchat
was a Tardis:

if only.

And then all of you could know
when I was at home on my laptop
or when I was traveling with The Doctor.
For your convenience.

One of Those Girls

that kind

not a cookie girl (the one who brings around cookies as an excuse to visit boys' apartments--although I have been that in the past)

not a cheerleader (if you need elaboration on the negative stereotypes of cheerleaders, I suggest you read a different blog. Some of my best allusions may elude you)

but one of THOSE girls

the ones who can't talk about anything but their boyfriend. 

who can hardly speak a sentence without saying "Well Gage and I," or "Gage thinks," or "I was talking to Gage the other day..." you get it.

And that's right. Gage. The name of my boyfriend. B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D. (See, I told you I was one of those girls). 

He got my number on campus (after a discussion about which Peter Pan movie was the best--prompted by a ringtone--C.S. Lewis vs J.R.R. Tolkien, and the unacceptable edits to the recent release of the classic Star Wars movies on BluRay). 

and we made plans for that weekend.

Saturday night he asked when he could see me on Sunday. 

Sunday we went on a walk. 

and now I have a boyfriend. Who I am tickled pink to tell people about (apparently). 

I could tell you more. But I'm trying to kick the habit. 

Ok, maybe a little bit more. 

He's got glasses that rival mine, which is the first thing anyone notices about us when we're together because we are the same sort of hipster-esque intellectuals. I think he's handsome, and the first time he tried to hold my hand his hand was completely asleep (from being pinned behind my shoulders. I was cold) which was hilarious. He's more of a Harry Potter nerd than I am, (believe it or not) and is from Chicago, 25 (just like me!), loves metal bands (not like me), and he is pretty pleased with this whole dating situation (very, very much--like me). 

Other important updates:

I am a special ed. aid at an elementary school here, part time. I love it. Yesterday I had a fifth grader ask me if I would take him to Rio (we were studying geography) I think he has a thing for me. Other hilarious things I have heard kids say:

"Do you pull hairs from your chin?" 

"No."

"Oh. My Mom does."

"The happiest day of my life was when I was born, even though I was crying, they were tears of joy."

Hearing a second grader sing "Baby" by Justin Bieber at the top of his lungs while on the swings.

Seeing a kindergartener come running out of the lunchroom onto the playground yelling "YESSSSSS! SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!!!!" [throws backpack down and dashes to swings].

"I can speak spanish"

"Ok Joe. Tell me something in spanish"

[Joe walks away]

[Joe comes back]

"I can dance in spanish."

"Oh yeah?"

[Joe does the best impression of spanish Buzz Lightyear I have ever seen]

my life is full of love. 

Beautiful

there is a girl with hair this color in my short story class

i'm forever looking it and marveling at the beauty of humankind