Philip Glass stole my heart last night

Really awesome thing happened yesterday. I am waiting to see how it plays out before I offer the story in whole.

Stacks of papers loom before me. I am threatening to burn them. By accident of course.

Been feeling like it's Friday since about Tuesday.

How to explain this... I get anxious when I start to feel good about things. Lately, I am very anxious. That is the best I can do.

I like when people get to the point, and I wish I knew more people who just say what needs to be said.

Under over sideways and in
This is how my day will begin

Esoteric ramblings

Had a flash of brilliance and now I know what I need to do.

Watched people who don't get each other try to have a conversation. It was painful. And sort of comforting...

Experiencing a sense of understanding looming in the chaos.

Not a downer, but certainly a hopeful pessimist. Hey, I think that is as close to real as you can get in a world like this.

If love hurts so much...

Stop me if you've heard this one.

What do you call a drummer without a girlfriend?

homeless

Frustration

Grrr.

I have a student who writes what his mother tells him to write. Now that I can prove it with 90% accuracy... the dept won't back me.

Will this student learn that he can successfully cheat his way through life? Will he ever actually learn the skills necessary for written communication?

How am I supposed to grade this paper knowing that his mother wrote the thing? How am I supposed to hand it back to him with notes that I know he won't react to because he is just going to hand it over to his mother for her approval?

When there are so many students who are honestly giving their best effort, is it in my best interest to just turn a blind eye to him and focus on the students who are actually giving me their own work? If I didn't care, then that is what I would do. I do care... I wish it didn't matter.

Looks like I am going to dig my own grave on this one.

Personal Velocity

Weekend was super-soaked with me-time. It was magnificent.

I need saving from myself about 90% of the time. That thing I did when I changed the names in my phone... Wow... It continues to amaze me how much that has changed my life. That's all I have to say about that.

Had a really bad dream last night. I haven't had one of those in a very long time, and I don't want to have another one for a very long time.

Still doing irresponsible things and tempting fate to catch me... Hoping that putting these thoughts to words will help me be better at not being so bad. Cryptic is as cryptic does.

Watched a good movie that I own and seldom watch. Everyone moves at his or her own speed. I think I stayed in 5th gear for too long, and now that my life is comfortably coasting in about 3rd, I seem to desire the pace of a life once lived too quickly. Memories mask how painful it was to watch the world flying by me. I am now in the scenes I could never really see and notice that the pace of others is now the blur.

Forecast

Drama with a student and his MOTHER yesterday. Um, I don't teach high school...

Read a really good story written by a friend of mine. I am reminded that I also wanted to be a writer once. What am I waiting for?

Michelle Obama is awesome, don't get me wrong... Is she that awesome?

No idea what this weekend will hold. Ready for a little life and a clean house and a quiet thought or two. Know what I mean?

Hope tomorrow is pretty enough to get some sun on my face before the winter weather promised to us early in the week smacks me back indoors.

Am I really blogging about the weather?

I need to stop sleeping on the couch.

To Boo List

Filled out my 'roo stuff today. That looks like a done deal.

Filled out 3 job apps last night. That looks like a waste of time.

Kids coming by all day today. Hope that makes the time fly!

Tired of defending my love of Tiger basketball to people who just aren't "fans" like I am.

Apologizing for the gripe list that is this Thursday entry.

Blue blogger

My father would have been 57 today. When he was my age, he only had 5 more years to live. Life is so short.

Coach Cal left us.

Marvin Gaye was shot and killed by his father on this date in 1984. I was 5, and I remember hearing his name on the news or TV or something. That's about all. It must suck to look down the barrel of a gun that your father is holding.

I feel like I shouldn't miss my dad as much as I do. I feel like I shouldn't feel as sad as I do when I think about how he is not here and how I don't have that many memories of when he was here.

I will go to where he is buried today. I will lay on his grave. I will pretend that he is there. I will talk to him. Out loud. That is what I do on his birthday. Is that sick? Is that what people do? I wish he hadn't been born on April Fool's. I think this day would be a fun one to celebrate and play around with. I don't even try.