i just love the sight of the living room floor covered in christmas paper


and i also love presents...




a mouse for my laptop with a retractable cord. ooooooh.


a set of shower and bath stuff. i will probably end up giving it away. i swear i get at least 5 of these a year!


told you i like penguins...





this is pretty much how we all felt by about 7:15.

Merry Christmas!!!

So here I am, a Saturday night at 10:30, sitting on my bed wearing pajama pants. Sometimes I think I should be depressed when these kind of nights occur. After all, I could be downtown with Mike at a Naughty by Nature show (which I thought he was joking about when I texted him earlier). But since I already spent oodles of money this evening on dinner and bowling with a couple other friends, let alone the past 2 months, I thought I would save a few bucks tonight.

It's wierd how much I look forward to having time off, but then when I actually have it, I don't know what to do with it. I have soooo many things I could think about for school but, ehh, it's supposed to be free time! I don't know.

Maybe I'm a little depressed...I know it's not the end of the world to be by yourself on a weekend night. And I could probably call other people but we always all call Mike to see what's going on; the rest of us hardly ever call each other. It has been this way for years; why stop now? However, it usually results in nights like these.

Never mind the fact that I'm one of like, two single friends that I have.

Well I'm babbling. These entries always feel like they are more appropriate for livejournal rather than here, but I don't have a livejournal. And I don't really want one.

Can't wait for Christmas, and I REALLY can't wait for New Years at my favorite Linwood mansion.

And hey, if you're free tonight, let me know. The pajama pants haven't completely killed my urge to party tonight... :)

a) I am the worst gift wrapper ever. Period. I am awful. I always manage to cut just slightly less than is needed to make the folds on the ends of the box, causing me to either cut out more paper and awkwardly attach it somehow, or leave a little bit showing so that the person opening the gift gets a sneak peek before they've even taken off the bow.

b) Thanks to everyone for suggestions about the spa. I ended up getting my mommy a gift card to Euphoria at the Galleria. Convenience. And they had some nice stuff it looked like, so I'm sure she will be happy.

c) I'm very excited because I decided that I'm going to take both of my classes on a rockin field trip to................the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!!!! I think they will be so excited. Almost as excited as their dorky teacher (me).

d) I would like a White Christmas. Just for like, 4 days. Stupid global warming.

e) This is the second time I'm writing this post because it got erased before. I remember that my list at least went to F, but I have no idea right now what E and F were. So I guess I will say that I'm super excited about Secret Santa and New Years at PMT's on Linwood!!!! A party thrown for the estrippers has yet to disappoint, and I hope to see everyone there ... !!! :D

f) Bye!!!

Well actually I'm looking for a spa/massage place so I can get a gift card or gift package for my mom for Christmas/birthday. Does anyone know of any good ones???

So, tell me what you think this means. I know that everyone dreams every night and I can remember my dreams fairly well. I think I used to be better about remembering, I must be slipping in my old age. Anyway, for as long as I can recall, there is a recurring theme in a lot of my dreams, and that is this: in very many situations, I am not wearing any clothes. Or, I will be wearing like, just a shirt. And oddly enough, no one seems to really care, yet I still feel slightly uncomfortable. But I never seem to go put on more clothes. Or sometimes I can tell that I'm hoping to get somewhere to find some clothes, but I don't know if I ever do.

I wonder what this means? I've considered it may have something to do with self-confidence, or maybe I'm feeling vulnerable, or something. It really has been a part of my dreams for a long time! Any dream experts care to share any insight?

Also, just as a little survey, when you dream, do you see it through your own eyes, or do you see yourself? I know I've asked my friends this. I can truly that I've never seen myself in a dream. I remember a friend of mine in high school (who I think was full of herself and her looks) told me she always saw herself in dreams.

I wonder if dreams really symbolize anything or if it is all nonsense.

My dad just showed me the tag on his winter hat, and look at it says:

do you ever have one of those days when you just don't feel like smiling? i feel like i've had those all week. and maybe if you have a job where you don't work with people or you can be on your own, it's not as big of a deal. but my tired and bad mood and sad looking exterior rubs off on my students and i hate it. i'm sick of blaming my issues with students on myself, because i blame everything on myself, but i can completely understand if they feel like crap because i look and feel like crap and apparently i'm not very good at disguising it. i don't know how to do it! one of my students said to me, i haven't made you laugh all week. how depressing. kids notice everything. i'm sick of feeling so blah but there is nothing that is making me excited right now. like NOTHING. even christmas. i hate that. i just want to be a super wonderful awesome teacher who everyone loves and listens to. no scratch that. i just want to be better. and more respected. i want to be the kind of teacher that i remember and admire - the ones who took their jobs seriously, who knew what they were talking about, who knew how to get kids to be interested while at the same time keeping control and maintaining a classroom of focus and concentration. it's not that i want to be everyone's favorite teacher. i mean there are tons of kids who like me. the problem lies in that they look at me as a young, cool teacher that they can talk to and relate to, and not someone that they need to listen to so much. it's like, i know most people don't look forward to getting older but i really am in a lot of ways. while i love being able to talk to my students like normal human beings, i don't like being so close to them in age to the point where i feel like i could be in their class. it's a problem with being a young teacher in a high school setting. at least when i'm older there will be a bigger gap between us, both literally and figuratively. of course i'm leaving after next year anyway. but man it's only december. i have a long way to go. i want to sleep.

i hate when people break up. it is just so sad. no matter how it happens, people are hurt, sometimes devastated, and they can't even control it. and it's like you do your best to reassure them that it isn't the end of the world and things will be okay, and even if they know you're telling them the truth, they are still so sad and there is nothing you can do to make it all better. and i hate that. no more breakups.

Well, don't have too much to write about...but felt the urge...let's see

I can't believe how busy Christmas time is. I had a concert three nights in a row with different singing groups. Plus my school concert was last Wednesday, and I have another concert THIS Wednesday. Besides shopping and having to still plan for 2 weeks of school before break. It's nuts. But really if you think about it, it is all good things that I'm filling my time with, and so I'm happy about that.

(e:Mike) and I went to see Rent today. It was my first time seeing it, his second. I am really really happy I went to see it! I have listened to the music so much and it is okay but you really need to see what's happening on stage to understand. It was very good. I know my mouth was hanging open during some of the songs because I was just in awe and very in the moment and I had to keep reminding myself to look normal. The people next to us kind of gasped and shifted in their seats whenver there was a swear word (and there are many!) And it was very funny to listen to the conversation of whoever was behind us during intermission. This man was saying things like "So these people do all these terrible things to themselves and we're supposed to feel bad for them? They choose this lifestyle and we're supposed to care?" It was very interesting. (E:Mike) and I were talking about it, how we forget that there are people who look at Rent in that way. For us and people we know, we don't judge or think of the characters in the show like that. I just finished a unit on Rent in my Music Appreciation class, and I think I will tell them about those comments, because I presented to them using the idea that Rent was very edgy and controversial and brought many issues to the stage that no one had before, and there are lots of reactions, and now I heard one for real!

I had a very good time at the party last night even though it was brief :( Hope everyone had a great time. Makes me want a pinata at my next birthday!!!

Uhhh, that's it. Good luck to everyone with their holiday plans, etc. Christmas and 2007 will be here before we know it!!!

I just went to see the movie Bobby. It was written and directed by Emilio Estevez and has every celebrity you could think of. The movie takes place on the day that Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in 1968. The majority of the movie is dedicated to meeting many people who either work at or was staying at the Ambassador Hotel that day, where both the campaign rally and assassination took place.

I thought it was so well done and such a good movie. It made me cry my eyes out. Each person you meet in the movie, you are drawn to or feel some sort of connection to; whether you like or dislike them, you form an opinion about them. And though I don't know as much as I would like to about the whole event and Bobby Kennedy, it was clear that he had a large following and important ideas for our country and that his death was extremely devastating for so many people. It was just so sad to see clips of the actual night of the assassination, with him making speeches about his hope for the Presidency and for the future, and to know that moments later he would be shot in a kitchen. It was very emotionally draining but in a great way. I highly, highly recommend it!