Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It really was great. Things got a lot worse, but something happened Thursday, and I realized I'd get through all of it, and I would be amazing when I did, and what sad little people who wouldn't get to know how amazing I'd be. (Also probably helped that a friend drove over from Arlington with booze, V for Vendetta and hugs).
I also got some awesome news from my sister. Friday night, she performed in front of an audience of over 1000 people. In the audience was a NY producer type person. She said after that she wants to do the play in NY, the next question was whether sis got to be in it. Producer lady came backstage, said good job and good luck. Sis thought, "Oh that's nice of her, still, Rats!"
Only on sis's way out producer lady grabbed her to tell her how wonderful her performance was, and the next day the AD said that if it goes up in NY sis is in!
Vibage for funding and a solid presentation, please!
Oh meara, that
sucks.
I hope you're okay. We love you, don't forget.
stardom ~ma to DJ's sis
I'm....not crying anymore. I still feel like puking. Kind of a lot. And I'm really kinda glad Ken gave me a sheep to cuddle, so I've got SOMETHING in the big enormous empty king sized bed.
I'm contemplating taking an ambien (I think I've got one here somewhere) just because otherwise I might not sleep, feeling pathetic and thinking about how they're probably fucking RIGHT NOW.
Ahem.
and the next day the AD said that if it goes up in NY sis is in!
That rocks!
I still feel like puking.
That does
not
rock.
Poor, meara. How'd you get into such a twisty little melodrama?
meara, all I can say is I feel 'ya. Can you read or watch tv or something distracting till the drugs take hold?
Take the Ambien. Try to get some sleep, love. Toronto doesn't deserve you, and her stoopid girlfriend was obviously making a desperate and childish display of possessiveness that makes her look like a junior high student.
{{{{meara}}}}
ETA: I'm online for a bit if you need a (albeit damaged) shoulder.
Did I miss what happened to your shoulder? I thought I had the shoulder-injury market cornered.
{{meara}}
Dinner is cooking. I am going to make my fucking dinner and watch my fucking
X-Play,
just like I planned.
Thanks y'all. Venting helps a tiny bit (normally I'd call someone, but at 40 cents a minute roaming, it seemed a little pricey just to cry...)
Have popped pills, will curl up in "heavenly bed" with stuffed sheep and try to sleep.
Girlfriend is quite clearly not just a baby, at 20, but an immature one. Eeesh.
Kittenish is home. There aren't really words for my relief. She's been medicated and I am thinking that maybe I should be next.
Puppycat is unpleased. What I thought was being lonely was maybe glee at being top cat. Whoops.
Yeah. This was one of the more painful and awkward evenings of my life...wow.
Oh, how horrible. Find the Ambien and get some sleep.
Instead, I get to relax, and enjoy getting to know this girl. With some smoochies.
I really need to try this method. Eventually.
Who am I kidding? I am never going to be wanting to date. I loathe dating. I prefer to suddenly realize there are smoochies and cohabitation.
J's twin brother (scornfully): Anyhow, black fingernails are a BOY'S color. Everyone knows that.
The ex refused to let me paint his toes when I was there. Even his wife couldn't sway him. Boy just does not understand the pretty sometimes... Oh well. Pretty dark red, almost black.
What do I do if they JUST WILL NOT WORK? Not "pretend to work, but when my back is turned they talk again," although that happens too, but outright in front of me refuse to do anything? Is that defiance, and deserving of a referral? Or just a bad day, and deserving of maybe a timeout and some understanding? What happens if they come back from a timeout and still won't work? How the hell can these kids learn if they don't do jack shit?
Okay. I know. More phone calls home. Sorry, ignore the entirely predictable and formulaic new teacher whining, okay? It's just that I just now looked at the state frameworks, which talk about three-phased instruction, and how if the students are still showing confusion during the second phase, you should do the first phase again, with particular attention to the individual abilities, and if they show confusion during the third phase or at any later time ditto. And then I look at the pacing guide, which tells me I should be doing a chapter a week and have already given a chapter test because the first district test will be at the end of September. So I've got a big hate on for this whole business. And the kids are throwing spitballs, and the heat's on in my classroom, which faces west, during 75-degree weather.
Er. Oops. Did it again.
