Well, THAT was Stupid...

Just called the clinic--turns out my counselor appointment was YESTERDAY at 2 pm.  What a total doorknob I am.  Sigh.  Oh, well.  They got me in today at 3 pm, so it's all good.  Except that they had an hour of emptiness where someone could have had an appointment.  Sigh.

I just have way too much stuff going on this week, I guess.

I'm anxious to get home because I am in the mood to sort through things and get stuff done.  It is wasted time to be away from home when I am in that (rare) mood.  Tomorrow I have to be up and gone as early as possible since there are activities going on at school, and I need to be there--preferably early enough so that I can get my room moderately slicked up before anyone else can get there.

Also, I want to begin working on my classes for next year.  Senior Sem and the Writing Skills class both require my attention.

Sigh.

I have to go over to Kari's this morning to mark some more garage sale stuff.  Bleah.  Don't feel much like it.

At least this whole garage sale thing got me geared up to clean out my drawers and closets.  Glad to get THAT done.  Now I have to find a place to put all of those empty hangers.  Heh heh

Strange dreams again last night--but all I remember is that aliens were involved somehow.

Sigh.

I miss having my laptop right there in the middle of the night so I can just grab it and write when I want to. 

Wish my mom had wireless.  If she did, I could bring the laptop here and use it just like at home.

Sigh sigh sigh

Well, I have nothing else of significance to write so adios.

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WAtching the O.C. I LOVE Seth

 

Seth is adorable and funny--a complete geek. 

Ryan is the sexy, angst ridden adolescent heart throb...but...SETH--he's the MAN in my opinion.

It is a horrible thing to admit, but I bought season 1 on DVD.  I'll probably buy season 2 also, though I haven't seen a single episode of it yet.  I wonder if it is any good.  What's nice about my new computer is that I can type this in one window--and watch the O.C. in another.  Heh heh heh

I can surf the net in a third if I want to.

I like the character of Sandy, the dad, as well.  Peter Gallagher is cute too, in a older geeky way.

Heh heh heh

The person I really don't care much about in the show is the whiny scrawny Marissa.  She's about as interesting as an empty bag of potato chips.  Spoiled, snotty, goofy, brainless Sumnmer is at least amusing.

Heh heh

These shows need to make better female characters. 

Okay.  Enough about fantasy.

On my way to  my counselor appointment, I stopped at the Chinese restaurant "Buffet King."  I love Chinese food.  They didn't have my favorite on the buffet, which is walnut shrimp--but they did have the sauteed mushrooms, which are delightful in every conceivable way.  heh heh  And they have the best cream cheese wantons in the universe.  Or at least the best I have ever tasted.

I was still 45 minutes early for my appointment, so I sat and worked on my current sewing project.  One of my ex-students' moms was there.  She's a nice lady.  IQ of a turnip, but a VERY nice lady.  She told me all about her kids and her grandkids.  She wanted to gossip about all the teachers and administrators of Triton.  I just said, "Brett Joyce is an asshole.  I'd never go back there."  But I wouldn't talk about the other teachers.  I just said, "Since I've been working in Rochester, I've lost touch with them."

Which really is true.  Pat Day is the only one I've bothered to attempt to stay in touch with.

He's the only one that really doesn't have an agenda and who doesn't buy into all the gossipy bullshit.

She made me a little nervous and I ended up cutting a big chunk out of the little skirt I was working on while snipping a thread.  That was depressing, after the majority of the work was already done on it.  I sewed it shut, and it looks like shit.  There'll be no selling that one.  It should look okay for one of my own little girls to wear it. 

Sigh.

The hour with Sarah was pretty much a wasted hour, IMO.

She's nice.  But I don't think she does much for me.

It seems pointless to go to her.  Yet, somehow making the commitment to go see her does seem to help me. 

Maybe it is just a physical manifestation of my desire to get my shit together...hard to say.

Anyhow...I'm about tapped out for interesting conversation...I have to go to bed soon--I want to get up at about 6:30 and be at school by 7 to go to work on my room, which is a terrible cluttered mess.

Bleah.

Bleah.

Bleah.

Well, I'm off.

Bleah....

Had to do it one more time.