Musings of a Winter Wren
I absolutely love beer. Getting drunk is great. Everyone should try it.
I received an email this morning from a friend I made while living in Qingdao. Her name is Yolanda. Why I find a Chinese woman named Yolanda so funny, I'll never know.
I think it's funny that the Brits asked the United States, and by that I mean the Bush administration, to just shut up about it and not make any inflammatory remarks because that would only escalate tensions. I love that they had to ask the B.A. explicitly.
Last night I dreamt I was standing on stage in front of a huge audience.
So, I have been thinking lately. The Steady seems more and more like a buddy than a boyfriend. We "do" stuff together, like bike and hike and drink and watch movies and have sex. And it's great. But it's all just a bunch of activities. I thought I'd fall in love with this one, but you know what? I don't think I'm gonna.
It was especially warm yesterday so The Steady and I decided to go for a hike at a nearby state park.
Last year, I complained about a particular student named M. Well, apparently he's still a student at this college and he's still trying to invent fresh new ways of getting out of doing work and be a general lame-oh. Another instructor in my department discovered that he had plagiarized a paper. He was confronted via email and this was his response:
I love camping and being outdoors. I looooove it! But I've always been dependant on boyfriends for essential camping gear like tents and cook stoves and water purifiers. I recently bought a tent. It's nothing fancy. Just a two person, two door, lightweight thingy with a screen top for star gazing. Now I want to get the other essentials. And I plant to sell my wedding/engagement rings to help pay for it. I mean, my ex-husband was remarried this January (oh, did I mention?), so why not sell them?
I just got my first bill. They charged me $8 for service from February 26 - March 3. I didn't even have my phone activated until March 5th. Why is everyone trying to steal my money?
I had this thing with Qwest, where I pay $30 at the beginning of each year in order to get a less expensive long distance rate. At least, that's what I had last year. But they never asked me if I was interested in doing the same thing this year. They just assumed I was and tacked it on my February bill. The problem is, I had plans to cancel my landline in February because I got this here cell phone, see?
This means:
"Instructor put up with difficult students well. By difficult I mean idiots. Great teaching. Made sure every one knew what was going on."
I was born with a wad of intensity in my grip. It’s like a superpower and I do not yet know how to wield it. I need to hire a wizard or sorcerer or someone to train me in the art of staying-up-all-night-to-watch-the-ones-I-love-sleep.
The word for today is sepulchre.
This bird sang:
Late this afternoon I saw Pan's Labyrinth. It was like Alice in Wonderland only in fascist Spain. I was still under its spell when my friend Max and I left the theater. We drove around the city something aimless and as we drove, I could not seem to shut up about the moon. It was about 6:30 PM CST. Then I remembered hearing something about a lunar eclipse this morning on the radio. I squinted my eyes and suddenly recognized the fuzzy shadow of earth's butt.
School was canceled today. Yay!! The Steady and I got up late and went snowshoeing under an apocalyptic sun. The white drifts on the housetops looked like whipped icing on cupcakes.
It was The Steady's birthday on Tuesday. We went out to eat and hired a bottle of wine. It was a delightful evening. I made a card for him. It is a picture of me reading a book in an vintage dress. On the back it read:
