2008-03-02 - 4:03 p.m.
Here's a stick. You may now beat me for being a bad, bad girl

Woah, hello D-land face life. This is a very dark look for you and it's tripping me out to have the entry box so far at the left of the page.

First and foremost, I owe sincerest apologies to you, gentle readers, particularly Blaze, for being such a bad, bad diarist. We only have wireless access at home, which Butterscotch gets the bill for. Which means he sees all the sites visited by our network, which means if I access at home, he can see the site and my username and if he was curious enough, could check it out. The possibility is enough that a paranoid freak like me is NOT going to update at home.

So I was updating at coffee shops and libraries and the Union. But then I stopped having time to go to such places. So I stopped updating and reading and all in all being a good d-land member. I missed it and I miss you all and I am very sorry.

Blaze, let me know what I can do to make this up to you. I'm serious. Name it and I'll do it.

My life's been a bit crazy. Student teaching is nutso 90% of the time. The kids in 6th and 7th periods drive me crazy because they are bad. Really bad. I mean starting a slow clap in the middle of class bad. 6th and 7th are my low achievers as well, some of them are idiots. I know, I know. I'm not supposed to say stuff like that. But really, a couple of them are just dumb because they refuse to actually use their minds. They ask the stupidest questions when if they'd just sat there and thought about it for a while, they could have gotten the answer.

Outside of student teaching I don't do much. Okay, I do a little. Like two Tuedays ago, when after parent/teacher conferences (boy, was that ever an experience) I decided it was a good time to puke 15 times. So I did. I've been nauseas ever since. I figured it would go away. But then I puked last Saturday and last Sunday and then two times on Tuesday. So I went to a doctor. Who told me I have a virus and am caught in a "cycle of nausea". Doesn't that sound dramatic? Oh, noooooo! It's the CYCLE OF NAUSEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!. The cycle of nausea is as follows: I get nauseas, I puke because I'm nauseas, then I'm nauseas because I puked and then I'm nauseas again to start the bloody thing all over again.

So the doc gave me some pills. That I can only take at night because they knock me. the fuck. out. I mean, I take this sucker and 30 minutes later I'm out. Lights out. And it happens instantaneously. So quickly that I don't even realize I'm falling asleep. One minute I'm reading and the next minute it's 5 AM and I'm on the couch going "What the fuck?!".

But it's abating. Getting better. All that.

Other than nausea, my life is pretty tame. I did go on a date with a guy I'll call Chomper. I'll explain the nickname if Chomper lasts past our second date, which is this Tuesday. We got coffee last week, talked for three hours and generally had a good time. He seems pretty cool. I don't really have time to be dating him, but we'll see what happens.

My parents were on Saturday. They took me out to lunch, we saw a movie together and then we went with Quint to family counseling. For three hours. I actually like Quint's counselor, which is a shame because he's graduating from outpatient rehab soon and getting a new one.

Quint genuinely seems to be doing better. I'm glad. His sobriety is still shaky (I found out that rehab was also for pot use, you learn something new every day!), but he is getting better and doing better. He's even changed some of his "thinking patterns" is much less manipulative and horrible.

There was an awkward half hour in there where the counselor and my parents tried to explore the relationship Quint and I have, what with talk of me casting a shadow and how Quint and I generally detest sharing our feelings. Quint bottles and I journal. We don't talk about that shit.

We were admonished for that and are supposed to work on having a more open and honest relationship. Um, okay? We were both also admonished for our perfectionism and told to knock it the fuck off. That's going to be pretty hard to do, though I did get props for toning it down in the last year and a half or so.

Life, all in all, is pretty good. My roommates are fighting because J's fiance, Warney, practically lives with us. Butterscotch doesn't really like that, but won't tell J, instead he bitches to me about it and acts all distant toward J. Which J comes to talk to me about and I have no idea what to tell her. Mostly, it's good, though. I'm not home that often and when I am, I'm holed up in the attic or passed out on nausea medicine. What a bad ass I am.

For now, I have to go. I have a double decker meeting schedule for 5/6 and then I have to get as much lesson planning done as possible before I go to church at 10 PM. Wheee!

ps. Seriously, I am sad I missed out on a month of d-land. I'm going to try not to let it happen again. For reals.