2007-09-18 - 7:56 p.m.
I'm a bad person

You know, I was thinking that I haven't posted a ridiculous rant that I'll think better of later in a while.

At least not since my last rant about Einstein. Who, by the way, still called me FOUR times when she was out shopping by herself last night. She was gone for maybe an hour. I was at the library trying to f-ing study! Come on!

I don't know if today will be a rant, but it's definitely something I'll think better of later.

Anyhoo, as I was walking back from my car after my practicum the other day (the central location on campus of my house necessitates a 4 block minimum walk to and from my car), I decided that maybe I'll change my stance on marriage.

I know. I know. I was one of the hold outs. The bitter rebel against the love and mush everyone else gushes when they think about marriage.

I still don't think marriage is so hot and I shudder to think of a commitment of that proportion. But, after talking with my Cooperating Teacher, I was thinking about the whole no money thing.

I am fairly broke right now. I've been starving and saving for two weeks and still have only managed to bring my account up to about $50. I'm going to be broke as a teacher, too. The way my CT glowed about the $5300 extra a year that some teachers grab for teaching 6 courses instead of five like it was a great payoff made me a little concerned about all my grand and glorious master school plans.

I know. There are scholarships and debt is normal. But I'd rather not. So I'm going to get my self a sugar daddy of sorts.

If I ever get married, it will be to a guy my own age who completely understands the deal. And the deal is this: He will support me and my schooling when I'm at the end of my teacher's salary, he will do all the cooking, he will manage all the household accounts and in return, I will be his wife and do wifey things like watch football on the couch with him, give him back rubs and pats on the head and the occassional night of nooky. He'll have to be so head-over-heels in love with me that he doesn't mind our arrangement. Excuse me, he'll have to be head-over-heels and well broken by me.

Basically, I want a live in financier. Except for I'm never going to pay him back, except for in "love" and the occasional baked good that I pick up from the store.

There. Are you not just horrified at me? I'm a little ashamed myself. I could never do that to someone, I'm much too self-reliant and proud. But it would be nice to have someone else handle all my financial and housekeeping shit while I get my masters, Ph. D, law degree and whatever other degree I choose to pick up in my career as a professional student/teacher.

So yeah. There it is. My new stance on marriage.