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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.