I lost 39 lbs.

Go me--- I lost 39 lbs.

40 to go.
I want to reach 160.

In other news----
My relationship has been a bit rocky lately--but hopefully things will start turning around

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Food makes me sick

--I am starting early field next week where I will be teaching in a school every thursday.

I am tired and feeling full.

Art is great.
I love art.

That should be a good for another month--- or so. lol.

Its been a while...

As I am sitting here watching Harry Potter movies and telling myself I should really REALLY be doing my homework.... I just feel in a daze.

Finishing my homework is very important, because essentially it is my final. I just cannot get myself to write these Unit Overviews. I can't do it. It is so time consuming and hard. Its really hard work thinking of lessons to teach highschool students when you have to conform to a certain restriction of what you are teaching. Sometimes I hate working in a group, if I was by myself I could have picked the things I want to teach students but its not the way it is. And life isn't fair.

Sigh. Well 2 unit overviews done, 2 to go. 4 lesson plans to write, course overview to write, goals, mission statement............ BLAHHHH

Then an 8 page paper for another class, and I have to make a prototype of a desk cover.



This semester needs to be over soon, I am tired, stressed, hungry, and POOR. Haha.

Barnes and Noble trip....

I got this interesting book today at Barnes and Noble... its called Stiff. The Curious Life of Human Cadavers. By Mary Roach.

The quote on the book reads "One of the funniest and most unusual books of the year... Gross, educational, and unexpectedly sidesplitting." I think that is what captivated me the most, plus I glimpsed through the book and at the end it informs someone on how to donate their body to science, which I think is pretty cool.

I would donate my body to science. I don't think I would mind my body being out in a controlled wooded area being eaten by animals and bugs. Hell, it happens. Plus I wont need my body anymore, and then when I am all decomposed my relatives can have my bones back to bury somewhere. Cool beans right?

Yeah, that may have been a bit morbid, but its the truth.

I really enjoy listening to OneRepublic lately--- it keeps me feeling upbeat. Lately I have been feeling down slightly.

I did lose 23 pounds though-- so thats good :)

Hot cocoa and smiles :)

It is finally november, and finally starting to feel like fall.
I will be teaching in a highschool for a day on November 16th, I am pretty nervous. I really don't like teaching highschool, I think I would do so much better teaching elementary or middle school. ANYhoo, I am also going to be teaching a class at the elderly home I work at, and a class at the retirement place my grandmother lives in.
It should be pretty interesting-- Hopefully fun, and not scary or terrifying. Hopefully no one strokes out or has a heart attack while I am teaching them to watercolor, or use charcoal.

PB&J

I feel like I should organize something like people making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the homeless.

These are my thoughts. Almost everyone loves pb and j, and will always eat it. A homeless person probably will eat it, because they are starving.

So this is the bad point, what if they are allergic? then they have a reaction and die I guess....


and the peanut butter and jelly sandwich fills another gap... either the homeless person gets food and does not starve, or they die of an allergic reaction.

its kind of a win win I think...

Sexual Chocolate?

So, its pretty early in the morning, like.... 1:42am.
My roommate (who lives in the room next to me) is having extremely loud sex with her boyfriend. I understand that they want to be intimate, thats cool, and its cool that they do it this late, thats fine, but not when I am still awake.

I am trying to drown out the noise with the TV and headphones. It was hard to do at first without the headphones since I had to coil a fucking pot.

Urghhhhh

I guess I don't have to feel as bad now when my boyfriend comes to stay over (at least my bed isn't THAT squeaky!) haha.

R.I.P 'ol buddy 'ol pal...

This would be my dog Bandit. He was put down today because he was 15 yrs + old... and would crap all over the house almost everyday. I loved this dog, and he was the only part of my mother that I had left (Because he was her dog)

Although he may look like a Cujo in this picture, he is actually a really sweet dog. I love you Bandit, rest in peace. :)