Smorgasboard

I miss ice cream.  A lot.  It’s good for me to try and have a little self-control for once when it comes to food, but these last few weeks without Karmel Sutra or Chubby Hubby have been…sad.  I must pathetically admit that I have no better word to describe it at this moment.

Anne pissed me off last week in class when she told me that EXACT opposite of what Dar had told me – I had this huge high, this feeling of euphoria, and a weight lifted off of my shoulders, but with a few simple sentences, Anne managed to knock me over and splatter mud all over my pristine plans.  Where on earth am I going to find the time between now and May 10th to make up those 12 hours?  I think it’s time to panic…fuck.

I hate glue sticks.  The kids always want to use them and then don’t understand why their art falls apart.  The tube o’ adhesive is just not as good as the drippy, runny stuff.  Never has been, never will be.  And you can’t make fake skin with it either, so right there, it loses about a million coolness points.

KidFocus project – done.  Philosophy statement rewrite – done.  So what do I have left?  My portfolio (holy frickin’ bajesus, please don’t let it suck!), a reading response, my journal summary, compliations of my reading responses and D2L entries, the potluck item (yeah, I don’t have any clue what this is…I’m so glad we discuss things like this in class!), my IFP, my 2nd set of labs, my 7th biweekly writing assigment, my 5th news summary, 2 online quizzes, my HEP final, my Child Dev. final, and my Ed. Plur. final. 

::insert head exploding here::  This all needs to be done in 2 weeks…2 weeks filled with work, meetings, end-of-the-year stuff, packing, makeup hours at Washington…oh, and sleeping and eating.  But I suppose I can put THOSE things off a bit longer. 

And it’s not even that I’ve procrastinated so much…the portfolio is the only thing I could have started on, but even then, that would have only been a week or two ago.  My teachers waited a super long time to explain everything and hand out all the stuff we need to put these things together.  So I can’t even blame procrastination for my stress level right now (which is good, in a way, because then when I whine and complain, I don’t feel quite so bad because it’s not like I really brought this upon myself). 

Steph and I have decided to get drunk after all of this is over.  😉  If we’re still even the slightest bit sane, that is. 

Rawr…it’s almost 2 AM and I have to get up at 8.  But it won’t be too bad of a day – Child Dev., break for early lunch and studying with the girls, Ed. Plur., “Graduating Peter,” then my TA eval with Alecia.  I’ll be done by 4 and I don’t even neccessarily need to do any homework tomorrow.

BUT I WILL.  >:O  Because I have no room for any more stress.  I need to get on top of these things and stop saying I’ll do it on the weekend.

Max is constantly making me smile.  🙂  This weekend he told me that he wanted to buy me roses, but the flower shop was closed.  I love that he even had the idea – that means just as much as actually getting the roses.  Of course, I’m no fool, I’ll take real flowers any day!  😉  It’s nice having someone to miss…and it’s even nicer being missed.

But we’re going to have to work on the distance thing…it’s a bummer.  🙁

I love white t-shirts.  Plain, pure white shirts from Hanes that are supposed to be undershirts.  But I live in ’em.  There’s just something about a white t-shirt and jeans and flip-flops that makes me feel incredible.  I don’t understand it and I don’t care to.  I just love having something that makes me feel that good in an instant.

Popsicles are incredible.  But the jokes are on the sticks are HORRIBLE. 

Okay, I’m starting to feel sleepy…let’s go with this idea and pass out for the night.

Later, y’all.  Catch you on the flip side.