An Interestingly Wasted Day

I can't believe I spent a whole day at school--and accomplished NOTHING. 

Well, I did balance the checkbook.  And pay the bills.

But, regarding school work?  Nada. 

Mary was there, and I spent most of the day talking to her.  We click on a cosmic level of some kind.  We are both Seekers After Cosmic Truth about Ourselves...sorta.  We both have huge investment of ourselves into the school.  We both had shit for family life in our younger days.  We both love to write and read.  We both think George W. Bush is an imbecile.  Heh heh

Anyway--we talked.  We talked and talked and talked and then....we went out to lunch.  And then, we talked some more.

Finally at 7:15 pm, I knew it was time to get out of there and come home.  So I did.  I decided to go to Perkins and pick up the Strawberry Waffle I have been craving for weeks.  I did.  I brought it home and ate it.  It was delicious.

On my way to Perkins, I ran across something a little disturbing.  It was on the road parallel to Civic Center Drive--by the apartment houses.  I saw the flashing blue and red lights of a police car, and as I got closer, I saw it was sitting there empty--the disturbing thing was that both the driver's door and the passenger door were standing wide open, the car was running, and the lights were blazing.

I don't KNOW, but it sure appeared that the cops had arrived, flung open their doors, and bolted into some kind of fray.

I wondered if I was gonna be trapped in the middle of a shoot-out or something, but I made it safely to Perkins.  Heh heh heh

Risked life and limb for a waffle.

heheeheh

In my travels on the net, I found this blog:  http://www.blogger.com/profile/6791302   Some people think it is a farce.  I dunno.  Sounds pretty real to me.

A reference in it led me to another blog--and in that one there was a comment by someone named "TROLLPRINCESS."  The comment was made regarding fanfiction, and TrollPrincess said she had her start writing Highlander fan fiction.  Bells and whistles went off in my head, and I wondered if she was the sweet little TrollPrincess that hung out at Rysher's Highlander Forum, back in the day when my net identity was Galatea.

So, I left her a message.  Maybe she won't remember me, even if it IS THE TrollPrincess I remember.  I loved the Rysher Forum.  Seeing that name brought back a flood of memories about the cool people that hung out there.  I lost touch with them because Prairie Lakes, my then internet provider, was CRAP, and I finally disconnected my internet and was netless for gosh, about three years.  I remember Rottie and Big John and AlaskaMan and George and Irish One and Godiva and Islander and Methos's Harem and Starkissed and AstroChick and Tirnanog and Nancy and sooooo many more intelligent, witty, hysterically funny people!  I missed them a lot when I became netless.

Quite amazing to run across her, if it IS her.  Heh heh heh

Well, it's late.  I'm tired, and I need to go to sleep.

Ta.

 

Erin's Book

One of my girls--who just had her one year of sobriety (clean of drugs and alcohol) just before school let out--left a book in my room.  Me and books, you know?  I picked it up and started to read it.  It's a book of meditations.  It's supposed to be read at night just before you go to bed, and there is a meditation for each day.

Well, once again...me....

I just pick it up and randomly read through the entries.  This morning I picked it up--neither of my forums is especially active  today, nor have many of my friends made new posts for me to reply to, and I SHOULD be in school already, since I can't go tomorrow and the room is a wreck.

Anyway, for something different, I read today's entry, and the first sentence jumped out at me:  "Progress, not perfection," is all the Program asks of us.  PROGRESS, not Perfection.  Man, is THAT a lesson I need to learn.

I am perpetually in despair because things are not "right"--meaning:  They are not PERFECT.  I don't know when I became a slave to perfection.  It seems that I have been struggling with it my entire life.  I really believe I was infected with it in my earliest childhood.  My constant struggle is that I am either PERFECT--or utterly NOT SO.  My house is either SPOTLESS or a place of havoc and disaster.  Likewise my nutritional program, my car, my writing, my friendships.  Everything.

I have to find a way to EMBRACE the concept of PROGRESS over perfection.  Too bad there is not a 12 step program for perfectionists.

Heh heh.

So, I'm going to get myself dressed and head out to school to make some PROGRESS.  

Aloha.

 

Sunday's Adventures

I didn't get going very early this morning.  I wanted to be in Rochester at school working by 10 am.  But, I drowsed and slept til about 10:30 or so.  Then I got up and at my bran muffin from Perkins yesterday and messed on the internet a while.  By the time I finally got to Rochester, it was after noon.  I drove through the Cinemagic parking lot at about 12:15 to check the times that Batman:  The Beginning was playing.  It turned out that it was on at 12:30, and I decided to see it.  So, I bought a ticket and some popcorn and a small diet pepsi.  Though I think that the girl gave me a medium by mistake.

I don't know why I don't learn that theater popcorn makes me SICK.  sigh.

Another symptom of my fucktardedness, I guess.

The movie was great.

I liked the actor who played Bruce Wayne.  His batmobile and batsuit and everything were awesome.  heh heh

It's definitely a movie I will be buying as soon as it comes out on DVD.

So, anyway...after the movie was over I went to school.  I spent the first hour printing off some instructions on doing stuff for barbies--one on rerooting hair, one on putting in eye lashes, one (29 pages) on making kimonos--I am going to try that one of these days, one on closing the smiling face barbie's mouths.  I think that's it...but there may have been another one or two.  Heh heh

I HAVE to get my house in order so I can spend some time playing with my dolls and experimenting this summer.

And I haven't written in AGES.  That makes me very sad.  I WANT to write soooo much.

It was really hot and stuffy in the school.  That combined with the greasy theater popcorn I ate ended up making me extremely sick.  I felt better after I puked for about 15 minutes.  But my tummy still feels queasy and my stomach muscles and ribs ache from retching.

Gross.

I got all the binders on the table and one plastic crate of them gone through and  put in the appropriate piles.  I've divided all my binders into stacks for all the different classes I teach.  Once I get the classroom cleaned and organized, I'll be working on the units for the classes I'll be teaching in the fall.  I'm looking forward to being ORGANIZED next year.

It was after 7 pm when I left school.  I had a faint hope that Peter would be on line to play scrabble, but I didn't expect it since it is father's day, and I'm sure he is spending time with his family--as he should be.  (I miss my scrabble buddy, though!)

I called mom because I didn't go home this weekend, and I know she kind of expected me home this weekend.  I promised her I would come home NEXT weekend, so I have to make sure I DO IT.  This also means I have to make very good use of my time this week, so I do not feel bad about going home instead of working on my miserable house and classroom.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with Laurie in Owatonna at 9:30.  I'm going to try to get there earlier, in hopes that I can get out earlier.  I want to go to Target to buy at least three of those storage thingies.  They will make nice Barbie room boxes.  Now that I have joined the yahoo doll group, I have to make sure I am actually doing some things with my dolls and sharing them with the group.  There were 70 some emails yesterday.  Not so many today.  I sent two and posted several of my pictures in an album on the site.  Most of them were of Mary Rose and Mary Ann in the outfits I had sewed for them.  :)

Well, I guess that's about all I have to say tonight.  I am really burnt out.  I think I will check my forums, then play a little Sims 2 before going to sleep.

Sleep HAS to come soon.

I'm totally burnt out.