2008-01-12 - 4:10 p.m.
Cuss words. Lots and lots of cuss words.

I don't know that I'll be updating my diary much this semester. It's only begun and already I'm going out of my mind.

That makes sense, though, because in the space of a week I've started student teaching and become a mommy.

Quint, recovered from his whatever the hell that was last week, arrived in Collegetown Wednesday. Unannounced. I've spent most of my free time with him since. He even stayed over at my house last night.

Or my attic, rather. My new place is freaking awesome. Butterscotch is not as bad I thought he was. He still creeps me out a bit, mostly because he's just too nice sometimes. He makes me coffee and breakfast and dinner and does all this nice crap for me all the time. And it's nice, of course, but it weirds me out. Like all that niceness is covering something very ugly.

It'll probably be better once J moves in. She's his cousin, after all, and can probably deflect some of his attention.

Student teaching is, well, I don't even know what to say. I love being at the school, I love my cooperating teacher, I love that I'm getting experience, but at the same time I'm so freaked out by it all that I just want to quit.

It's so exhausting all ready. There's just so much to do in my life right now. I'm taking care of Quint (he's a fucking full time job), trying to student teacher, trying to exercise, applying for jobs (and all the shit that entails), trying to exercise and on top of that I've got the sorority, the human resource project, my friends AND that little thing called my senior honors thesis (that I was supposed to finish over break and have yet to start. Whoops).

Oh, God. I squired Quint around all day and so even though I've been up since 7:15, I have yet to accomplish a damn thing. Other than spending about 40 bucks on him, 40 on myself (I need shirts! I have no shirts to teach in!) and 50 on gas.

I'm so stressed already.

I'll try to check in. Hopefully, once the University starts up (I'm on the public school schedule now that I'm a "teacher"), things will settle in a routine. I hate feeling so unsettled.