So I'm begging you, dear readers. Tell me something lovely and wonderful.
And go.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Remember how I graduated last spring?
And remember how when you graduate the stress of final exams is supposed to be gone? Yeah, I did too. But the last two weeks have proved to be absolutely insane. Like off the charts. I feel like I'm living solely on Diet Coke. I have that finals haze hanging over my mind kind of insane. This is partly because I'm tutoring at the Burb again so I've been working an extra 4 hours each night after my regular job at the business school. Also? I'm in charge of helping plan graduation for the b-school. Which means that I'm pretty sure that before Friday my pretty little head is going to spin clean off my shoulders. I haven't felt this...manic? Insane? Exhausted? Wiped out? In desperate need of a day closed sunny room, with a pile of books and a cup of tea? In an extremely long long time. It's not that I hate either of my jobs. I actually quite like them both. I love my students (most of the time). I love getting to teach history on a daily basis. I like getting to 'administrate' and organize at my b-school job. I won't lie to you though: I'd like to have time to eat something more than cold cereal or sushi from the Smiths on 9th and 9th every day.
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Mal! There I told you something that is both lovely and wonderful!
I have nothing lovely and wonderful to say, besides the fact that you always make me laugh. And te quiero. Does that work? :)
I'll be home in two months and we will seriously veg and chill and catch up and have an EPIC First Annual David Tennant Fest.
'Periwinkle.' I'm not really partial to the color, but it's fun to say and sounds like a nice smirky smile feels.
And one of my favorites: (kind of makes we want to go brunette - still lovely and wonderful!)
She Walks in Beauty
1
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
2
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
3
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
You can do it, Brucey!!
And there is a little boy named Henry who is patiently awaiting a visit. He's the cutest thing ever and is a total stress reliever, promise.
This is not lovely or wonderful, but it is kinda funny...At Jason's Deli today Cade noticed a family with a baby in the booth next to us. He kept saying, "look at that cute baby!" "look, Mom! look at his eyes!" I just thought, well that's nice the baby must have nice eyes...until Cade yelled, "Mom! That baby has googly eyes, look!" And sure enough, the baby was cross-eyed. So embarrassing.
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