morning Glory.

I'm feeling oddly euphoric and am digging it. I love life. I love my family. I love Jesus.

Another Failed Attempt to Sing An Adele Song

Poison & Wine By The Civil Wars (Cover)

Rude Boy (I mean, Dog)

Voicemail of the Century

I am such a sexy bitch. So sexy, in fact, I'm attracted to my own face. This may seem vain and whatnot, but I'm just now realizing how aesthetically delicious I've been all my life. I'm fucking gorgeous, and eternally grateful.

yippeekayay

The yipeekayaye (well aware of the improper spelling in the Twitter/Skype handle version)/hiyo silver away references sprang forth from my fondness of 'The Lone Ranger' (television show), created in 1949--after having first been a radio show originally created in 1933. I'll always have a little inner Lone Ranger.

My mother, an Aquarius, is my best friend. She is more concerned about my "love life" than I probably ever will be. She thinks I have problems. She screams at me, a lot. She's always talking about how I'm rarely on time for stuff . . . and how I've the potential to be "quite possibly one of the rudest individuals" she's ever known . . . and how it's taken me four years to complete two point five year's worth of schooling. As of late; eggs have turned me off. As of late; a lot of things have turned me off. Meh. Just meh. Mmmmeh.

I have recently been forced to make a few seemingly undesirable decisions, and am further learning to deal. That being said; some of the changes are bringing about large bouts of stress, and stress, for me, easily gives way to anxiety. I do suffer from a small generalized anxiety disorder, but wonder just how bad the idea of popping an occasional pill might appear to others around me. Would you think me weak for consuming an emergency Xanax or Lexapro to ward off the edge, every now-and-then? Would that automatically grant you feelings of superiority? Would it mean you're stronger? More resilient?
Should I care about what people nearby might think about this scenario? In short, no. But the truth is that I absolutely do. This world is filled with finger-pointing judgmentalists (yes, judgmentalists)--eager to pick at my flaws, and label me someone I more than know I'm not. My relationship with Jesus is solid, and forever shall said solidity remain. Despite this, however, I'm still nowhere near having all of my shit together.

To be completely honest;

I want babies of my own, and am not dissuaded by the children that I teach. I hate that I get a little jelly whenever I see mothers with their offspring, and want the same thing. Times like these make me wish fertile coin-operated boys existed. He'd stfu and give me what I want. The world is ending. The clock ticks on. I cannot believe that the urge within me is this strong (partial rhyming thoroughly unintentional).

To be completely honest;

I think I am truly in love with Roger Ebert, and have heavily contemplated professing said love on his facebook wall. He's married, though (to a black woman, woot!), so I've opted to leave him be.
Hm, I'm also HONGRY. Voraciously so.

Not much has changed . . .

at the church I grew up in.
Mt. Lebanon-Strathmore Church, for ya.

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Someone Like You - Adele

I heard that you're settled down.
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the lie.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you, too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah.

You'd know how the time flies.
Only yesterday was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised in a summery haze.
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over yet.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you, too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead", yay.

Nothing compares, no worries or cares.
Regrets and mistakes they're memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you, too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you, too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah.

as everyone else watches football . . .

I actually had posts for the month of November, but decided to take them down. Either way, it's been a minute (and I am more than sure that my nonexistent fan-base has eagerly anticipated my return). Happy New Year! It's 2011, and things have been pretty damn good. I somehow managed to snag over $10,000 worth of money to go to school, and am officially considered an independent according to my school's financial aid office. Yip-yipeee. It's awesome, and I feel adequately prepared to take on the toils of both working and attending school full-time. I've been properly immersed into the wondrous world of teaching, and have enjoyed a generous helping of lesson-plan creation, anecdotal note-taking, classroom management trial-and-error, further character-building, teacher-parent interaction, and final grade giving. Additionally, I've fine-tuned my apple-chompin' skills--which is more than a win in my book. I've even dealt with overly-dramatic (and highly unprofessional) co-workers who are seemingly ill-fit for any sort of professional arena at this point in their lives.

No, experience doesn't get any better than the aforementioned, and that's what I needed in order to excel and succeed in school. My job has done nothing but confirm the obvious, and what's obvious is that I absolutely and unequivocally love working with and teaching youngsters. I've not a doubt in my mind about what it is I need to be doing with myself, and thank God for the insight I so often asked for. The journey is arduous, trying, and all-around painful--but I've never lost sight of the end result.

I drive those 600 weekly miles (back-and-forth to work, Monday-Friday) with pride, and keep as positive an attitude as any realist could.