Things for which I need money

Degrassi: The Next Generation has season 1 and 2 out on Dvd. Also, season two of The OC comes out in August.

I need more money or friends/boyfriend who will buy me things.

Or, I could just really buy them myself.

Urgh

Where are all the bitter single girls when you want to vent? Okay, really, where's Kayla? I don't know that many other bitter single girls in long term relationships. If she gets engaged before me, then I'm going to go and have to find some younger friends.

I'll just channel my bitterness into something productive. That will either be cleaning or compulsively eating. The second sounds more fun, but the first really needs to get done today.

Isn't there one that says "I do whatever everyone else has on their blog"?

Snippets

It's my first day of summer vacation! Woo hoo...All two weeks of it. Now, don't hate me. If you don't teach, you don't understand how exhausting/draining/frustrating it is. You really do need a summer, Christmas, and spring vacation in order to keep yourself from stabbing students with writing implements.

Today I went shopping with my mom. I bought many things. I am going to be a broke woman.

I also had to put my new, permanent license plates on my car. I couldn't get the front one off or on and my mommy had to do it for me.

I want another cat or a kitten.

Ben is insane and trying to entice the cat to eat a piece of carrot with a rendition of "The Candy Man" from Willy Wonka.

I've been playing The Sims 2 a lot in the past couple of days. My new goal is to have my sim Woo Hoo with ten other sims. I've got her up to three.

Ben started a new job on Monday. He must miss his work friend, Ryan, because he's talked to him for an hour today on his Blackberry with direct connect. He also talked to him for about an hour on his cell phone on Saturday. I guess it's hard going from spending eight+ hours a day with someone and then not seeing them at all.

Time to work on getting my sim procreating.

OCD Anyone?

So I feel like I'm going to develop some sort of control enhancing mental disorder in the next few hours. It probably won't be an eating disorder (well, any of the eating disorders that actually make you skinny and eat away at your insides, but I'm always up for some compulsive eating). I'm thinking I'll be like my mom and start a little OCD action. Rituals and numbers and uber cleanliness sound really comforting right about now. Everything would have an action and things would be all nice and ordered. And maybe then I wouldn't forget to pay bills or I wouldn't get mad at people because I'd have my rituals to obsess over and keep everything straight in my head.

One more week of school.

One more week of school.

One more week of school.

One more week of school.

I have to be back at Whitman on July 6th for summer school orientation. Too bad I'm not really sure what subject I'll be teaching. Let's hope it's TJ prep because I'm tired of bad, stupid, lazy, uneducated idiots.

I'm want to curl up in a ball and sleep for a thousand years. I think a thousand years would clear out all your bad memories, right? I'd be pretty numb after that.

Updates

New York trip on Friday was enjoyable - except for the bus ride there and home. The kids were awful. They were shining laser pointers towards the front of the bus and I didn't feel like dying that night, so I freaked out a little on them the second time I saw a laser pointer. They laughed at me today because when I scream, my voice cracks. Then they started to throw things at each other and kept pressing the call button to the bus driver's annoyance. He was funny though and started turning off the air conditioning every time they hit the call button. They didn't figure it out until I explained it to them. Anyway, it was really a long, exhausting day that started at 3:30 in the morning and didn't end until 1:30 in the morning. I'm still trying to catch up on my sleep.

I went to a teacher picnic thing today. It was a bit of a waste to drive all the way out to Reston for about an hour and a half meeting with gross food that I don't eat (pork barbeque, baked beans with meat swimming in it, potato salad, and brownies with nuts.) By the time we got there on this grossly hot afternoon people had taken all the drinks. It was enjoyable though to sit out with some of the other teachers and talk. However, it was a bit blah because these people who I do things with once a month are pretty much all planning on leaving the area in two to three years.

Cindy, a fellow teacher from the group, is pregnant. This is exciting since she told us that she was trying earlier this year. It kindof makes me want to start having children. Or, at least get married. I don't know, I think I could enjoy having children now. I know I could really enjoy getting engaged.

Another teacher in the group bought his girlfriend and engagement ring in January and still hasn't given it to her. I am going to be really mad if Ben did something like that. I don't know how he can stand it. If I were here I'd be really annoyed. But maybe that's just me.

When Potatoes Go Bad and Other Irrelevant News

Potatoes smell bad when they start to rot. I found that out as I was getting sweet potatoes out to bake for dinner. Ben had purchased a bag of Yukon Gold potatoes for me (they are the best) and we haven't used them. Now, I know my mom keeps like potatoes and things for a freaking long time, and those have only been in there for like maybe a month and a half and there is gross, brown potato juice and it's made the cabinet smell repulsive. The cat wouldn't even in go in the open cabinet. Granted, the cat is being finicky about her litter box because the litter no longer smells fresh...it's only been in there for two weeks. The box says you don't have to completely change the litter but once a month. Stupid me spoiling my cat with the pristine litter boxes!

I bought a new car a week ago. It's blue. It's shiny. It's a Toyota Matrix. The new one was cheaper than a used one. What's wrong with that? Anyway, I like it a lot. The seats feel like mini van seats and it's much larger, roomy, and higher than my Saturn so it feels a lot like a mini van. It's like training me for a mom-mobile. When I finally realized that I was going to get a Matrix now (my Saturn can only have so many miles left on it, and I would rather be entrenched in making car payments before I even start thinking about making a mortgage payment, too) I started to panic a little. I was looking at Mini Coopers (a British racing green Mini with white stripes down the front was only like 18,000) and wanted a fun little car. Now, by the time it's time to get a new car I'll need a family car. My days for having a fun, ridiculously small car are over! I'm officially an old woman and won't get a Mini until I'm old and retired and have too many knee and back problems to get in and out of a little car. Le sigh. Ben made me feel better by saying he'd buy me one when I turn thirty if he has the money. Sort of a "Look! I'm still young, really" present. But I like my new car. I park it next to my old car every day. I haven't quite had time to drive my old car home to make my parents sell/donate/whatever it. Maybe I'll do that this weekend.

I was talking to my administrator the other day and asked her when I'd know if I had the enrollment to teach summer school. She said I was going to teach no matter what and she destaffed other people in order to keep me around. I appreciate this, but I turned my application in late and there are probably other teachers that need the money more than me. Also, I really REALLY REALLY don't want to teach English to a bunch of idiot kids I failed the year before. She said she'd keep me on even if I ended up teaching ESOL. That wouldn't be so bad. Those kids are from countries where the teachers beat them if they don't listen. I could work with that attitude.

I wonder if I'll ever get to take a vacation this summer. Ben needs a job with more vacation time. Or, I could take a vacation by myself. Nah, that's no fun.

What's sad is that I already miss coaching. I wonder how my team is doing without me. I guess since I'm not there, then they're really not my team. Le sigh. I just hope they still like me more. Is that wrong?

Okay, it's six-thirty and Ben still isn't home. I guess I should actually do something instead of just sitting here and typing nonsense. Time to grade some papers. Thank goodness I'm almost done with that, although this weekend will be hell.

It's true...

I never believed that teachers wanted school to be over more than the students. This was until I was correcting students on the number of days left in the year. They had no idea and I had to pull out a calendar and show them. There are three weeks left .... 3 real instructional days this week (no school today and my team is going on a field trip to New York on Friday which will honestly be worst than teaching considering we're leaving at 5:00 in the morning and returning at 11:30 at night...). A full week next week (stupid full week of school!). And then three instructional days the final week (Friday they are only there until 10:30 so I see each class for about eight minutes...) and that Friday is Eight Grade Day and we'll be in a contained fun area all day. I'm hoping my team is going to have a team day or something (which we probably won't because my team leader is not all about that).

I only have three weeks left, but it still seems like an insurmountable amount of days.