There must be something in the air lately. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the weather- the gloom in the air- but I have been a total flakey airhead, and frankly, it's totally unlike me! I just can't seem to get out of this weird, light-headed fog. It's making me feel very, very blonde!

Everyone have a nice Thanksgiving!

When I was taking classes at Buff. State in the Spring of 2003, I had taken a class in child psychology. In part of it, we learned about different types of intelligence. Last night, it was oh so aparent that I am completely lacking in Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence. I look like a spastic chicken when trying to perform routines. It takes me forever to actually get it into my head and then into my limbs on how to actually perform anything that is routine. It's what me an awful cheerleader, but I worked very hard to end my ineptitude. It hasn't worked thus far. Hello, my name is Springfaerie, and I have no Bodily-Kinesthetic ability!

Well, last night I went to see "the Polar Express" with my Uncle Stan, the senior VP for SonyImageworks. I have to tell you, the movie was flawless! And if you're planning on going to see it, if to just see the computer graphics, you need to see it at the Imax in 3-D. It truly is the only way to see this movie. I was completely blown away by the imagery and the camera movement and the details- my God! the details were- well- perfect! Go and see it at the Imax. It is so worth the money. You won't be disappointed.

And if you have nothing to do tonigt at around 6, come to the Albright for my Uncle's lecture on visual storytelling. It's going to be awesome!

Hope to see you there, (E:peeps)!

I'm going in on Mega Millions lotto pool at work. It's up to about $100 million dollars now. Needless to say, if we *DO* win, NO ONE will be coming to open the bank on Monday!

Once we decided, "What the hell? Why not? What do we have to loose?", talk immediately turned to, "What would you do?" I've had this conversation a few times over the years ("Over the years"- like I'm *SO* old, or something!) and my answer is pretty much the same everytime. Here goes...

1. Pay off all of my debts
2. Pay off my parents' and brothers' debts
3. Buy a house for myself, a huge three story Victorian, preferably that needs
a lot of work
4. Build my parents their dream house, wherever they want
5. Buy myself a dark blue beetle (my needs are simple!)
6. Buy my parents matching jags! (British racing green for mom, and maybe for
dad, too!)
7. Fly my family first class to England for a huge family Christmas!
8. Take my grandmother on a trip, wherever she wants to go.
9. Go to NYC on a fabulous shopping spree- Tiffany's here I come!

I'm sure there's lots more but that's all I can think of right now.

Enjoy your own dreams, E- peeps!

There is an evil wonderfulness about Ebay. I go through these periods where I'm completely ensconced, sucked into its tacky beauty. I am a shopper and I'm a collector and I'm a rather competitive person. It ought to be an anathema to me. But it is not.

I go through periods where I [c]buy, buy, buy![/c] and then I must banish myself from it, for the good of myself, the good of my check book, and- dare I say it- the good of humanity!

Ah, Ebay, you are what you are, and you do what you do. My God, I both love and hate you!

:) Check out this week's ArtVoice, E-Peeps. My uncle is in it! Yay, Uncle Stan! And he's lecturing at the Allbright Veteran's Day night (11/11) about film and the history of film making and stuff like that! I'm so psyched! I can't wait! :)

Who knows what the future holds? Once, I thought I did, but all I do know now is that I want to be a teacher. It's a career that I know that I could be good at- scratch that, it's a career that I know that I will be exceptional in! I had a good taste of the reality of teaching when I was an Americorps "Volunteer" in an elementary school. Basically, I was a teaching assistant and I got to see the good, the bad, the ugly, the sublime, the wonderous, the beautiful, and the painful when I worked in this school. One of my students that I tutored for the summer of 2001, a beautiful, happy, mischievous little boy named Zachary passed away when I was there and it was devastating. Yes, I got to experience all of the joys and the horrors of teaching without all of the responsiblity.

It took me a long time to stop fighting what was so disgustingly obvious, that I am meant to be a teacher. I kept telling myself, "Absolutely not! I don't want to have to deal with all of THAT!" And there are things that need to change, it is far from perfect, but the rewards genuinely outweighed all of that, at least for me. Maybe it was because I was working with 5-10 year olds, and it was before that irritating teenage attitude set in, for the most part (of course there were exceptions with that), but they genuinely wanted someone to listen and someone to care and someone to take an interest in them and treat them like a person instead of *just* a child. There were some things that came out of my students' mouths that astonished me- things so profound and full of depth and they just KNEW. I learned a lot in those two years (including the correct spelling of "a lot"- two words, not one!) But most of all, I learned that I need to be in a creative job with good hours and a lot of much earned vacation time! Now, I just have to go back to school, get my master's in El. Ed. with certification, and I have to get moving on this, NOW!

I think the problem with this election is that [c] all [/b] [/c] of the people that think for themselves and have a brain in their heads live in the same area. Apparently, people, what we need to do is branch out, move into the "heartland" and make them see what the hell is really up! Damn the imbeciles! 4 more years of what? Death, destruction, mayhem, a shitty economoy, fear, lies, and a war that no one wanted. God bless America- we're certainly going to need it!

It's at times like this when I wonder, seriously, if we wouldn't have been better off if the North just let the South go during the Civil War. What if Lincoln just said, "Fuck it!" and then we could have proceeded to cripple them economically, afterall, *ALL* of the industry was in the North and we decimated their farms, thereby decimating their way of life. Sure, they have "nicer" weather, if you like heat and humidity and bugs and malaria, because the deep south did have malaria then, it was why all of the rich, white Southerners fled the cities in the summers and left their black slaves behind... but that is neither here nor there. I mean, they think NOTHING like us, they act nothing like us, they speak nothing like us. Maybe it's our turn to say, "You know what, we don't like you after all. You can go on your merry way", but as all of the industry has fled to the damn South, and beyond, and we just have the creative, smart people here, we might be kind of screwed. Well, it gives me something to stew over at least.

Welcome to the new Reich.

BASTARD BITCH !!!! Stupid boy! He knows, somehow, he just knows when I've had it and when I'm walking away because that is when he shows back up, either in person- which is rare-, or by e-mailing me- which is also rare, just not quite so. And normally the e-mails are very short, unless I ask him about computers and then I get a three paragraph, highly technical answer that is like reading Greek- there is almost nothing about what is actually going on with HIM. Until today. Damn it! I love him, I really do, and that is the problem.

Oh, yeah, if you haven't yet, go vote. I did, at 8 o'clock in the morning on my way to work. Hope you're all ready to be up until 4 in the morning to see who wins this damn thing.