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I am at school. Right now, this very second, I am skipping weight lifting because I just can't get up the will to go. So I'm going to go to the YWCA tonight with mom, probably. We're going to go buy me a new coat (because I desperately need one - my old grey one is falling apart), and then I'll probably coerce her and the rest of my family to go to the Y with me. And then we'll probably watch "The Ladykillers".
Tomorrow night is dancing with Bailey at the Tapestry Folkdance Center, which will be a lot of fun. Sadly, tomorrow is also teaching tumbling, and I'm so incredibly lost as to how to teach these children how to do cartwheels, it's not even funny. Maybe we won't do them this week. I dunno.
It's mean, but I wish I could just kick these two girls out of the classes - they're sisters. One is in the 4-7, and one is in the 8-12, but they're both so incredibly irritating I want to slap them. And I don't get the urge to slap children very often at all.
The keyboard here at school is weird, and the mouse is sticking all weird and making it awkward for me to type and generally use the computer. I am also the only one who's typing in a non hunt-and-peck fashion, so my frantic typing is sticking out above all the noise and is making me laugh a bit. But there's a woman across the aisle from me who's talking loudly on her cell phone, and that's making everyone ELSE laugh. I thought about going over to her and asking whether she saw the "No Cell Phones In Library" sign when she came in, but I don't feel like being a bitch (to her).
Sigh. It's going to be a really long weekend. It's the first cold, sort of dismal grey weekend we've had, and those always depress me. Plus Sunday's events promise to be... I don't know what they promise to be. But interesting probably doesn't begin to describe.
I'm trying to remember how many classes I have to teach at Hayden Heights, and I'm hoping it's only a 6-week session because I don't think I can STAND these kids for 8 weeks. But of course I left my calendar at home.
I feel like going and sitting with the "punks" (meaning they shop at *gasp* Hot Topic) outside and smoking and scowling at people who walk by. But I'm in a bright purple fuzzy sweater and I don't think they'd like me hanging around them.
BJ and I have to read through our dialogue today, which will actually be pretty fun, since I'm starting to get some of my lines memorized. It's just that damn language... it's wordy. "You say true; and 'tis as hard a matter, now-a-days, for a woman to know how to converse with men, as for a man to know when to draw his sword: For many times both sexes are apt to over-act their parts: To me the rules of virtue have been ever sacred; and I am loth to break 'em by an unadvised undertaking: Therefore, dear Hillaria, help me, for I am at a loss. -Can I justify, think you, my intended design upon my husband?" is my... fifth or sixth turn to speak, and the first time I say anything of any substance. Eek.
I think I'm going to go draw in my journal. That's more fun than writing anyway.
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