December 2011
I figured it out...
Scotty. He totally reminds me of Scotty, and that is why I am having a difficult time disengaging in the game playing. It’s exactly what Scotty and I would do.
Who can appear calmer, cooler and more collected. Although, I always end up looking like the psycho and the other ends up looking like “the misunderstood, all around good guy” whom everyone likes. Typical.
When deep...
Today
I purchased a notebook for my daily Brad/relationship notes
as well as
an amazing garter belt for my thigh highs.
I also reaffirmed my intolerance for insincerity (heh, positive double negative).
I don’t care anymore about whether or not I will spend the next five months alone at the back of the classroom. I do not have the patience anymore to silently observe, and thus inadvertently...
E-mail from Frank
“I will become Department Head, let me know when you get hired by the board, because we need Philosophical minds”
dream, I tell you.
I am going to miss
Frank.
He is such a great guy and awesome teacher.
I love getting e-mails from him. He sends me new lesson plan ideas and resources and links.
He sent me one on Christmas that dealt with Hegel and tennis balls.
He sent me one this morning that had to do with bringing in a live lobster, then said he thinks he may need to see a shrink. Hah.
He was scheming during the last week, to try and...
things i am going to try to do differently come...
(because ‘new years resolutions’ sound too binding)
- write something positive about brad and my marriage, every single day
- wear garter belts and stockings, because they make me feel sexy
“The brief release of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thechocolatebrigade)
When
People insist they’ve changed since you knew them last,
so you give them the benefit of the doubt and begin to let them close again,
and then, as soon as you begin to really let your guard down…
they revert back to exactly the same person you knew years ago.
Yeah.
yeah
im not cut out for friends.
i tried this year, but alas, i just can’t seem to do it.
cats it is. cats and family.
and students.
and philosophy.
and some tv shows.
and books.
fin.
I really
hate medication side effects for the most part.
i hate the disturbing dreams from one, but need it to keep me from spazing out on the other, so my crashes aren’t volatile, but my subconscious is. i guess all that emotional upheaval has to go somewhere. i had the choice this week to raise my adderall dose to 30mg, but hesitated because it was 30mg that summer. i settled with 25 to see how it...
“You’re beautiful but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”
– The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via niete
)
