wanderlust

highlight of my los angeles trip = this gorgeous head of a hair.
during the waterworld show at universal studios, it sat down in front of my group. we all thought it was a woman at first. then it turned its head.

first week of my new job = soooooooo stressful, but so good. i love it.

i am happy, but as my mom told me the other day, my gypsy blood is churning. i mean, i got back from california two weeks ago, and i'm already itching to travel again.

upon finding out that i have a four-day weekend coming up, i booked a flight to philadelphia. i ought to go somewhere warmer (or stay home and save money), but one of my bffs is there, and he lives a mere ten-minute walk from the mutter museum, which i have been dying to go to ever since i can remember.

i've not even been on this trip yet, and i'm already scheming to go out and see my friend steve in texas over spring break. geez, why can't i just stay put? and the question of the moment is: should i work on my masters over the summer or go somewhere amazing?

i refuse to be stressed until the 28th

yesterday, after dropping the bomb to my current boss that i will not be returning after christmas break, i travelled out to west valley to meet my new class.

the precise moment that i crossed the threshold to enter the classroom, not only did everything that i have to get ready for january 4 come piling down upon my head, but a myriad of other things, too.

like the fact that i am playing the piano for my current school's christmas concert tomorrow and i haven't practiced any of the music.

and the fact that i'm going out of town saturday morning and don't get back until the day before christmas, and i've not done one single iota of christmas shopping.

and the fact that i have piles of junk to sort through in that classroom, a new curriculum to become acquainted with, and a car to buy.

i won't be able to go in until the 28th and begin my classroom overhaul, so i've decided to put off all anxiety until then. christmas presents...meh, i'll just get them in l.a. choir concert...meh, who cares, i'm sure i can wing it, and i'm leaving anyway.

stress, you are officially suspended for twelve days.

los angeles, i'm yours

approximately 288 hours until i am in l.a. for the third time this year. that is, if i live through the snow here in the meantime.

thankful

i am not usually very festive, but i thought compiling a list of things i am thankful for would spite all the people who think it's christmas already and have forgotten about thanksgiving.

i am thankful to:

-cable knit tights for allowing me to still wear skirts in wintertime

-internet memes such as brian peppers for providing me with entertaining nightmares

-diet cokes with lemon, strawberry limeades at sonic, and caramel apple spice from starbucks for keeping me from being an alcoholic

-the l.a. times crossword for preserving my sanity during my three-hour classes of death

-etsy.com for providing a worthy place to spend my hard-earned money

-conor oberst for just being conor oberst

-people who talk about me in spanish, but think i can't understand them for making me feel special and creeped out

-books for vicariously getting me out of effington--whoops, i mean farmington

-peopleofwalmart.com for making me feel positively gorgeous

-buster bluth and buster wride for both acting a little bit mentally challenged

-the vampire diaries, cosmo, and glee for being the best guilty pleasures a girl could ask for

-gouda for being one of the three foods i actually like

announcement

it is not okay, has never been okay, and will never, EVER be okay to cut a wart off your finger using nail clippers during sunday school.

that is all.

what i should be doing:

what i am actually doing:

can you really blame me, though?

elliott smith

RIP