I remembered my password! and it seems as though no one else remembers they have one of these...

Scientology is a load...

Frozen Indian food sounded like a good idea at the time...

lalala I'm going to tampa this weekend to see some of pat's peeps! I'm excited about staying in a hotel!! I heart hotels because they are cold and you don't have to pay the electric bill. that's my boo....

Yay for getting tore up and smoking some cigs!

I passed my midterm like whoa!

Just when I think Portia di Rossi is making me a lesbian, I see the preview for Dead Man's Chest....

I just dropped 200 dollars on a brown bridesmaid's dress.... Fuck earth tones.

muahahahah I found my students on myspace. Now I can creep them out with my inexplicable knowledge of their weekend whereabouts!

Who can sleep when pat keeps going on about plane crashes and fiery wreckage? LOST is giving him nightmares and Its enough to make me cut a fucking bitch.

Fucking Dr. J and her asinine paper topics. Where am I to find an Old English Dictionary? I need a va-cay.

Alright bitches. Commence to posting some shits or I kill us all.

druuuuuunk....

Note to self....

Never order a peanut butter shake at steak and shake. It must be the only flavor they have yet to perfect.

So I'm a teacher now... It's really weird having kids that I would have hung out with in high school (who like the same bands as me) be so upset that I'm giving them a quiz on Chaucer. They aren't as bad as I thought they would be though. I even like quite a few of them. Who knew TB could "like" anyone?

In other news, my parent's bought a house to renovate and because the townhouses are a year behind schedule, when this one is done, which should be about 6 weeks from now, Patrick and I are moving in to it. The good part is, its as big as my parent's house and we could have some awesome parties. The bad part is, we have like four friends here and our parties would suck. Also, we have little furniture so the house will echo because of the emptiness. How depressing.

So I'm no longer taking Caribbean fabulist fiction. Dr. M is a nazi whore.
Here are just a few of the reasons Why I dropped, dropped, dropped it like it was HOT:

~She began the class with the statement "I hope we'll be having a FABULIST time in here!"

~I was having flashbacks to Dr. Berlat's class when I investigated the 7 page syllabus and 27 texts.

~Her attendance policy was as follows: "Miss one day, for any reason (excused emergency or not), and you fail the course. Her logic being, "I have to be here, why don't you"... Also, "If you are tardy more than five minutes your grade goes down a letter grade."

~Her primary area of interest is Science fiction, and, though it may be a mere coincidence, She wears glasses that look like they were purchased in tomorrow-land.

~She made us read our syllabus out-loud like we were in the 5th grade... I had to read the book list. STUPID!

~ The final, and most significant reason... she changed the course description to include more sci-fi than magical realism. A crime punishable by dismemberment and a slow death.

Yay! I'm still alive.

School tomorrow... who wants to die?

So I worked my three days this week... I had to do a pp test on wednesday... that was fun.

I have to get up at 5 to be at the high school by 6:45 so I haven't had the inclination to do anything but sleep when I get home. needless to say, I have a few people to call tonight... sorry I'm a bad friend.

Is anyone going to be in vero on monday? wanna come decorate my classroom? pleeeeease?

today marks the end of my week-long post-school anti-intellectual hibernation. Now I have to work on my Virginia Woolf paper and tweak it for the conference in feb. Blah, I'm thinking about telling buckton that I'm dropping out of school so I don't have to go. Reading and writing is bull-shite. I'm all about illiteracy.

speaking of illiteracy...OHS hasn't called my refs yet. What's the effing hold up? I want Brahman P.R.I.D.E. and a paycheck to boot!

Who knew applying for a grant could drain my soul to the point of exhaustion?

Regarding the trailer for "King Kong"...

T: "Why are there dinosaurs?!"

P: "Um, Why is there a giant ape?"



Could grad school suck any more? If this paper wasn't going to be my thesis, I'd throw in the towel...

My brains hurts precious...

School = doody...

That is all.

Dear Jewish men,

I am all for the Yamika, but when you attach it to your balding scalp with 'Goody' brand clippies, you offend my senses.

Respectfully yours,
Tealia

I don't think it is possible for me to be any more bored than I am right at this moment in time. I'm so bored I'd have sex. That's pretty fucking bad.


If anyone finds my life, tell it to come home.