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Haunting Part B
Here's the second half. Enjoy! “She’ll never know. Claudia saw to that.” A second voice came, this time from the other side of her. She whipped her head around so quickly her hair momentarily blinded her, before falling in loose curls around her shoulders. Very short white hair, an almost dwarfish plump old woman stood next to her bed on the opposite side. “And I could tell you everything now but what would that accomplish?” “Oh goody, Fate’s here.” Emma sighed. She pushed her covers off of her and rolled her legs over the side of the bed to stand. “I should have known you’d turn up too.” “You’ve begun to walk quite the path young lady. Thorns and splinters I see in your future. Remember when I said that that Asian girl would help you more than the boy would? Have you figured out why yet?” “I suppose you’re going to tell me.” Fate crossed around the bed to join the older Emma who simply stared down at the little old woman. “The boy gave up his life in his fight for you. The girl hasn’t yet.” “Yet being the operative word. Before long she’ll lay dead at your feet as well. And lets not forget Laura, Fey, and Greg. Would you like to know how I killed them?” “I’m really tired of listening to whispers of my insanity. I could use some sleep.” “Sleep comes easily does it? For me, I have yet to sleep a solid night. Not since the day I ended Claudia’s miserable life. Would you like to know how I did that?” “I’d like to know what the hell you two are doing here. That’s what I’d like to know.” “We are here to guide you to the choice.” “All you’re guiding me towards is that bottle of pain killers in the bathroom.” “Illusions. What you saw when you were phasing in and out of those futures, all you saw were illusions. They are what could pass.” Fate told her. “But come to pass I might.” The older Emma interjected. “You’ve seen what’s to come, what’s ahead on the road you’re walking now. One more choice Emma, you have one more choice to make.” “Crawl back to your friends, accept whatever punishment for your actions they might dole out. Sure you killed almost three hundred people, but they were evil right? They were destroying what’s left of this world. They have been ever since the war fifty years ago, the war that made me what I am, that made Claudia what she is. The war that produced both of you, your dead lover, the friends who even now are tracking you, trying to find you. Why do they do that? To save you? I think you’re far beyond saving now.” “Shut up.” She stammered slowly. She walked over to the sofa and turned on the lights, hoping the visions would go away but they didn’t. They stood there motionless next to her bed, staring at her with cold dead eyes. “One more choice Emma. Choose life, or choose death.” “That’s an easy one.” She replied. “I think my sitting here, talking to you two states perfectly well what choice I have made. Do I think it’s the right one? Absolutely not. I want to join Jennison, but what would that do to the people I love now if I did?” “You think they’ll miss you?” Fate asked. “If you’re gone that is?” “They came for you in Tennessee to help you, back before you became the creature you are now. If they come for you now, they come to kill you.” “I don’t care if they miss me anymore, I miss myself, I miss who I was back when I was young and on the run with the real Edwin. He may not have been my real father, but he made me feel as safe as any parent could. I haven’t been the same since he died. And certainly since I met you two.” “And what of me?” A new voice asked. She turned to look next to her and saw Jennison, tall, muscular, brown haired Jennison, looking exactly as he had before Leary’s soldiers had ended his life. “Have you been the same since you met me?” “Of course not.” She replied. Her dark eyes grew more confused by the minute. She wanted to grab onto him, race out the door and never look back, but just as it had been back at Solace with Doctor Clemens, with his body in the morgue, when she had thought she was talking to him then…she knew it would be for nothing. “That storm I was talking about? It’s upon us. First it was coming, then it was here, now we’ve entered it.” “She’s brought it upon this world.” Fate called to Jennison. “She has, but she can end it.” He replied, standing up to face the women. “She has more than demonstrated she has the power. There’s three hundred servings of politician flambé sitting in a now ruined building in the center of Detroit with that label stamped upon it. Now what she needs to decide is if she has enough will left in her to get up off her ass and stop pining for what was.” “She doesn’t feel like she’s real anymore. That’s what I remember most about this day.” The older Emma said, stepping towards the sofa to kneel before her. She took her hand and placed it squarely on Emma’s chin, lifting it up ever so carefully. “I do see what you mean about the drive however. It’s there, but it’s distant. Tell me child, is there drive in my eyes?” Emma broke away from her hand, tears welling behind her eyes and escaping down her face in trickles that slightly dampened the worn red sofa beneath her. “She’s weak. She’ll never pull herself out of this.” Fate sighed, sitting down on the bed. Jennison joined her quickly thereafter. “We’re wasting our time with choices, when we should be concerned with bunkering down and preparing for what’s to come.” “Choices.” Jennison said. “I said it before and I’ll say it again, such an easy word to say. So impossible to actually make when the time arrives.” “She still has time. I see it in her eyes, she has the drive.” “She’ll have the choice.” Fate whispered. “She’ll have the chance.” Jennison finished. “But will all of that be enough?” “She’s alone in the dark. Who will help her out of it?” The older Emma asked. “You’re gone Jennison, and you, Fate, have never been of any help to us. Your loyalties lie elsewhere.” “Then we’re back to her friends.” “What of Junko?” Jennison asked. “If Junko were here right now what do you think she might say?” Emma continued not to speak, not to look at the impossible unfolding before her. “She’d probably hug you, hold you, and be the mother she’s been to you since the two of us rescued you from Templeton New York so long ago. And Laura, hell if Laura were here she’d bitch slap you across the room while that sassy little computer of hers insults your taste in clothing and music. You’ve got the drive Emma, but do you have the courage?” “Drive and courage.” The older Emma said softly. “How could I have missed the courage?” “Thorns and splinters. That’s all I see for what it’s worth.” Fate replied. “I used to see so much more, but the visions have stopped. I wonder why.” “All of you need to go away and leave me the fuck alone!” Emma screamed, closing her eyes tighter until she began to see colored dots upon her eyelids. Tears continued to flow mercilessly down her cheeks and onto the sofa, and her entire body was tensing up, her lungs closing up as each breath became quicker and more labored. “Just shut up.” “Tough words. Tougher still if you continue to ignore us.” Jennison sighed. “Drive and courage, choices and chances.” “Thorns and splinters.” Fate finished. “Thorns and splinters.” “You have one last chance to make things right again Emma. Don’t blow it.” All three voices became silent for so long Emma was positive they had left, but instead of opening her eyes, she continued to lay huddled up on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably into the dirty cushions. The soft glow of the lamp escaped partially into her eyes as she cried, but she didn’t move from that spot for hours, not until she was absolutely positive the visions were gone. When finally her room came back into focus, she crawled into her small bathroom, turned on the water to it’s hottest setting and stepped in to scrub away her sins. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
It's been a little while since I've written this character so bear with me. Here's a little something from Dark Nemesis. “Alone in the dark?” A voice asked, snapping Emma out of a restless sleep. Instantly she shot upright in bed, looking around the room for the speaker who owned the voice that had just echoed through her ears.
The small glow of blue neon shone through the curtains of her decrepit old apartment. It was just enough to cause her eyes to be able to make out more than just shadow from the darkness around her, but some actual details of the shoddy furniture left behind by the previous squatters. The sofa was empty, the door she could just make out was locked, and the windows closed.
If she was to rely on smell, she was definitely in the wrong place. Use of her nostrils meant allowing the rank smell of mold and “abandoned apartment” in. At first it had been comforting to experience something other than darkness, but soon the darkness was familiarity, and she blocked the smell to keep from experiencing it. She would not allow it in now to detect a waft of something foreign.
“And there’s no way in hell I’m walking into that creepy bathroom in the dark.” She muttered to herself. “Must have been a dream.”
She knew damn well it had not been a dream. Ever since Jennison’s death all that greeted her behind closed eyes was darkness. It was the theme of the year for her. Everything she ate tasted like ash, everything she saw and heard seemed to be filled with the same dullness that encompassed her body.
The voice had been unidentifiable. It was masked somehow, as if several people had spoken in perfect unison causing a distortion to her ears beyond which she could not decipher.
Maybe whoever it was is hiding and will kill me in my sleep. She thought and for a brief instant, desire would have been noticeable in her eyes-that is, had someone actually been in the room. Quickly however, like the thought, it left her eyes blank, and again dark.
Prophecy. It was the one word that she knew would keep her alive. Fate, Claudia, Edwin, and her former friends. They had all in their own little ways seen to it, they had all told her how important she was, made her believe it to the point where Jennison had been the only source of sanity she was able to muster.
Leary Vox…a name she had made countless people pay for. She fell back onto her lumpy backpack, which she had been using this past month and a week as a pillow wherever her head may fall. For awhile now, this apartment had been that place, but for exactly how long she couldn’t remember. She knew in her heart that Jennison had died one month and a week ago to the day. She knew from recent memory that the massacre at the ISE summit had left most of her enemies dead, and that the world was rebuilding and regrouping under two sides; those that supported Jason Haller, and those that were intimidated by Claudia. She knew that this whole thing had occurred a week ago. What she did not know however, was when exactly, her head began to rest upon the backpack here in this ramshackle room in the heart of Chicago’s perpetual twilight.
She pulled the sheets back up to her neck and tried to allow sleep to retake her, but even sleep had apparently forsaken her.
“Alone in the dark?’ The voice repeated.
“I’m all stocked up on murderer here. Try the squatters three floors down.” She said, rolling onto her back and opening her eyes.
“I can’t kill you, I am you.” The voice cooed gently into her ear. She turned her head in the direction it had come and stared back at her own face, aged with the familiar sadness and misery she had seen once before when her powers had unexplainably warped her into various futures. The dark brown eyes were emphasized by dark circles and wrinkles underneath them, but they were hers. The long brown hair was disheveled with long streaks of gray, but it was hers. The only new addition was the long scar down her left cheek.
“What do you want?”
“Solace?” the vision replied. “Are you stocked up on that as well?”
“Leave me alone.”
The vision of her smiled. It was the first time she had ever seen those lips crack upward ever so gently, and it appeared to be a terrible strain upon her. She managed briefly however before the familiar darkness consumed yet another Emma.
“So you’ve decided upon me have you?”
“No. I decided on me.” Emma replied. “You’re what’s behind curtain number two.” She thought for a minute before sitting up, pushing her dark curls out of her face as she did so before maneuvering herself against the wall with the backpack at the bottom base of her spine. “When last we spoke you told me you weren’t ever able to come to me, that I had to come to you.”
“You opened the door for me to come to you the minute you made your choice.”
“Funny. I don’t remember making any of those pesky choices lately. All I remember doing is-“
“Trapping 300 of the most powerful people in the world in a room and burning them alive? Yes, that wasn’t a choice, that was it? It was more of a…whim should we call it?”
“So Claudia and I will have this showdown soon, I’ll kill her and go into hiding. I’ll allow Haller to set up shop, let him play at world leadership for awhile, then I come out and kill him and enslave the world ala’ bad Saturday afternoon television show?”
“It’s coming soon, yes.”
“See, it wasn’t a choice, it was fate. I haven’t had a choice in anything since I left Dr. Clemens in Solace’s base camp with Jennison.”
“You’ve made choices Emma, you’ve made bad ones. There’s still time to make good ones.”
“So now instead of wallowing in your own self pity like you did when I visited you in the future, you’re playing concerned guidance counselor? Or is it Parole officer?”
“I told you once before, and I’ll tell you again. Save him. It’s the only way.” The vision of her left her hunched over the bed position and stood to stare directly into her dark brown eyes.
“Jennison is already dead.” Emma spat at her.
“Not entirely. You have one choice left to make.”
“And what choice is that?”
“You’ll know when it’s time.”
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It seems everyone I know is making the switch to Live Journal. Should I? I just don't know! Life has been more than a little interesting. I managed to type out, print off and sheet protect an entire months worth of lesson plans. That's right ladies and germs, January is set in stone! The only reason I didn't move into February is because I don't know when the MEAP tests are. From this point forward I'm working a month ahead, so I'll still have a weeks worth of lesson plans to accomplish every week, it's just one month into the future. I also love the fact that next year everything is saved on disk and archived accordingly on a CD which I'll just have to pop in each week and tweak, rather than rewrite an entire years worth of lesson plans. I think I'll have Twig help me create a cool browser for it all with GoLive when she moves up here in May. Sigh. When I return next Monday I attend the first of my last two new teacher PD's. It's sad to think that in a few short months I will have survived my first year of teaching. Where is it all going? And why do next years seventh graders have to be headed my way so quickly? (Refer to previous entries, but they're all anti-christs from what the K-7 teachers have been telling us.) This years crew is growing on me like a rabid fungus. I don't want them to leave me!!!! Japan Alumni reunion dinner is coming up. That'll be exciting, if for no other reason than that Cadillac Kim will be my date. I always said I'd show up with a hot chick one year and proclaim myself to be a success. I was kind of hoping I'd be dating said hot chick, but best friend material will work just as well. I like pudding. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
True to my word, I've finished writing the first of 12 new Rhythm of Lifes. This will be posted on Sunday January 4th whenever the fuck I wake up. The grand total of 16 to complete volume 3 will be completed by April then I'm off until July. So stop asking! It's coming soon! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
Good god I hate the holidays! Just had the most expensive trip to Meijers ever!!! On the plus side I have all my christmas presents now AND my apartment is looking cooler by the minute (pics up soon because I want Twig to see what she's getting into. My bedroom seems to look a lot like a college dorm room, only one of those really ritzy expensive dorm rooms that only exist on television (for examples see Felicity or Buffy the Vampire Slayer) against all laws of physics the storage arch above my bed seems to be holding *knocks on wood*. The fact that at any point it could collapse on me in the night and kill me doesn't frighten me at all, au contraire, it's actually making sleep quite exciting. I can't wait to crawl into my death trap each night, and I use that term literally because if the arch doesn't collapse, eventually the frame will because it's ancient. The days are numbered for either myself or the cat who likes to hide underneath the bed because it's such a fun game with no apparent point that I can see. On a sad note, my taste in music died yesterday. Funeral arrangements will be posted in tomorrow's newspaper. I knew it would happen, I jsut didn't want to ACKNOWLEDGE that it would. The Cadillac Public Schools christmas party was last night and Kim invited me as her date. It was an evening of country music and by the end I just had to go home and download some of the songs I had heard. In fact, I also want my truck to be older, my wife to leave me, my dog to have been shot by the neighbors, and for some strange reason, I want to line dance. I want cowboy boots, shits with fringe, and a horse named Buster. You know what else I want? TO BE SHOT DEAD!!!!! Tomorrow is home improvement completion day. I should go to bed. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
CHRISTMAS BREAK IS HERE!!!!!!!!! There is not a teacher in Wexford Misawauke ISD aside from those pathetic souls in Cadillac who doesn't have the next 14 days off. WITH PAY Although, come Monday January 5th, I'll have to go in extra early to setup my room again because we had to move all our desks into non threatening positions for the Janitors to come through and clean sweep for the second semester. Ewww. How do I intend to spend this glorificus 14 days without migranes you might ask? Well part of it is preparing for your move up to Cadillac by clearing everything out of my office and into my bedroom so i won't have to worry about it in May. You'd be awestruck at how much room is added to a bedroom in storage space if you DO use the bedframe instead of putting the boxsprings and mattress on the floor. Suddenly, all those clothes that are out of style but may coem back some day that you just can't bear to part with because you're a packrat can be stacked underneath to provide extra support for the 10 year old frame that may or may not live to see 2005. I'm also creating some bizarro yaffa block crate arch over my bed for storage of light stuff, as well as turning my former filing cabinets into end tables. When all is said and done, my bedroom is still massive. And for the other 13 days I plan to sleep, sleep sleep. Although one day is going to be dedicated soley to planning the month of January so that while Cadillac Kim is sitting around going "I'm so overworked" I can smile and say "hahaha, I make productive use of my time." Afterall, she does teach Monday and Tuesday next week, which will leave me bored and listless. Perfect time to lesson plan. Fuck, maybe I'll go into February too...although I don't know WHEN exactly my kids will be taking the MEAP test. Little story about that. Last years scores were pathetic. The little shits just bubbled in answers because it's a meaningless test for them. Ask them what it would take to get them to take it seriously however, and you get doable answers like a pizza party Needless to say, I'm going to be buying several of the sauce drenched pies to make my behind look absolutely priceless to the district. I love bribery. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
Got the last big stack of papers graded, so that's basically it before break aside from back work. My F list is down to 12, that's down from midterms thank god but still a little high. I take solace in the fact that it's the usual suspects and not really any new surprises. My referral list is growing again however. I might just send a note to Mr. W (The wonderful guy who's administering pain and suffering to the little shits) saying that I'm not just writing up every little thing and that by the time it makes it to him they've been talked to, warned, and even called home upon in most cases. I've got a whole pyramid of interventions ready to go before mr. Williams sees anyone, which is why it's been so long before I've written any, but now am writing so many. They know the rules, they're breaking them, and I'm sorry to overload you! Maybe I'll just cut and paste that into Groupwise right now... -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I have every word of every episode memorized. I have deep recollection of what's coming next Yet I sit entranced in front of my TV Screen like I've never seen it before. It's Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 5 Glory rocks!!!!!!! This is the best season of pain and indulgence any TV Show has ever attempted. I love it. Buffy: "Spike, what are you doing here, 5 words or less." Spike: Out for a walk. Spike: (Counts quickly) Spike: Bitch -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I begin this entry with a thought: Why even both signing on to AOL if you're just going to put an away message on? I thought this to myself as I signed on to quickly check my mail and put an away message on so I wouldn't be bothered. I snickered as I did so then looked at my buddy list. out of 59 people 11 were online and 9 of them had away messages. What's the point? if you're going away from your computer for a long enough period of time to warrent an away message, just sign the fuck out of AOL! Don't clutter up my screen with your screen name if you're not going to be around for me to pester relentlessly! Kat, you're the worst offender ;) Now for Eccentric Night 2003. God damn was that a good time. I had fun last year, but I think this year I had the best time ever mostly because I realized the point behind it. I'm at an exclusive party that's hard to get into with friends and we all have costumes on. The point of Eccentric night is NOT to hang out with your friends, it's to mingle with the other odditys lounging around drinking that one day only beer that Larry Bell fashions so well the year before (it has to age for a year!) You wander around, you make up stories about yourself, and you pimp yourself out to whoever you find attractive. John making out with a chick in the back seat of the cab was awesome. Me and the "out of my ass" angel wing story with jen and the stranger was even cooler. Jen wandered around with various members of our group making stuff up and I went with ehr on two occasions. On the second one we talked to a lovely bruenette wearing Angel Wings. I told her I got drunk at a frat party my freshman year and almost died but that a girl with angel wings on saved my life and that I've dedicated my life ever since to finding out who she was so I could thank her properly. I so could have had her panties on my head a few minuts later if we didn't have to leave. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I will remain calm,I will remain sane,I will answer questions when asked, I will not talk back. I will not throw things. I will not yell, or shout. I will not beat anyone sensless. I will not call anyone stupid or say "shut up." I will not come to class unprepared. I will not call anyone names, Because I am the teacher,I am the teacher....! I AM THE TEACHER !!! I saw this on a T-Shirt once, now I wish I owned it. This is the third day in a row I find myself asking "Why did I show up today?" If they're not good tomorrow I might just call every parent in the book. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I don't need a calendar to tell that Christmas is coming. I don't need to look at the holiday decorations aligning the streets and stores. I don't need to check the temperature to see the mercury creeping lower and lower by the day. I don't need to check the newspaper to see how many shopping days left there are. I don't need to slam my window shut at the sounds of carolers trapsing through the neighborhood at the ungodly hour of 9 p.m. All I need is to stare at the stack of referrals sitting on my desk and think to myself: "Dear fucking god, would the holiday just COME already!!!!!!" For some, Christmas is about family and togetherness. For teachers, Christmas means the kids will settle down for about two more months before their eyes turn towards Spring break. For teaching veterans, it means "Oh shit, only 4 months til Spring Break. After that it's all over. Teach them ANYTHING from April to June and you're a real teacher. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
What kind of a school did I get hired by? 1950's Junior High? Excerpt from announcements on Friday: On Friday, 12/12, there will be a Snowcoming Dance for grades 5-8. The dance begins at 7:00 and lasts until 9:30 p.m. The cost to enter the dance is . Please wear semi-formal attire, meaning no jeans, sweatshirts, etc. The dance will be in the elementary gymnasium. See posters in the hallway for further details. Dress code for the dance: The dance is dress-up, which means no jeans. The regular dress code is in effect for no spaghetti straps and skirts must reach the fingertips. If your dress has spaghetti straps it must be covered with a shawl or sweater during the dance. I don't know which is scarier, the fact that they're celebrating the coming of snow, or the fact that they're going to actually be measuring dress lengths. Who asked Marsha Brady to chaperone? -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I guess I'm a little frustrated with my students today. We're working on this major research project, only I'm warming them up to History research by having them only use their textbook for this one. A trip to the library and several to the computer lab just isn't fun for me. I've given them the handouts with the question and the grading criteria on it. I've given them the topic, I've given them page numbers, 4 pieces of evidence to choose from when they need 3, and I'm walking them through the process including outlining and writing. I'm basically writing the damned thing 87 times for them to turn in to me and I'm still getting "What are we doing?" "I don't understand." "What page is this on?" "Where can I find it?" "We have textbooks?" "You're the teacher?" If this is the future of America may I please die young. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
If I have one more fucking Zombie dream I think I'm going to fucking kill myself. Zombie dreams were fun until Danny Boyle came along, now they spread fast like the rage virus in his movie. The nightmares are vivid, scary, and seem to be real. They're recurring and always leave me with a difficulty falling back asleep which is making me cranky. I remember when I was a kid I once dreamed about a zombie musical. It was relatively funny watching the zombies kick line with body parts flying off of them and into the air. Those were Zombie dreams I could live with. Not fucking red eyed zombies moving faster than normal humans trying to claw at me and kill me. Where are my Debra Messing in the Sack dreams? SHIT! RUN DEBRA RUN! THE ZOMBIES ARE AFTER YOU TOO! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
Four days wasn't long enough :(. Don't get me wrong, After four days without the kids and having some time to relax and reflect (and clean and cook for visits from one of my three bestest friends on the planet [Neil get your ass up here soon!] and the inevitable post friend visit cleanup) I felt even luckier than before about my current situation. I have a job I love and I was starting to lose sight of that for favor of "I love this job but I'm at a creative stalemate." Creative stalemate begone! Sure next week isn't going to be fun, but I've finally got a way to make learning about the constitution (which we'll be spending a good two to three weeks on) fun and that has reminded me of why exactly I wanted to teach in the first place! To make my subject matter fun! Many have asked what the deal with Rhythm of Life is. The deal is this: I'm on hiatus. Come January I'll release 10-12 new entries. I've got to create a backlog. Consider me your favorite cable pay channel TV show...like Sex and the City or the Sopranos. A good 12-18 ep run followed by 9 months of vacation. Happy thanksgiving belated and all that jazz. This has reminded me that I have exactly 12 days to get ready for the next Eccentric night. This'll be year four of going and year four of going with a group with a theme. A few more years of this and people will know instinctively to look for "the group" that goes every year. I don't think this years theme "Slut White and the Seven Dorks" is as good as last year's "Scooby Doo" theme, but it was Kim's year to pick. Next year is John's year and he's decided we're going to be the Publishers Clearinghouse Prize Patrol. That will be all kinds of bam schmackity fun...taking pictures with the gigantic check and balloons. I get to be Ed McMahon. God bless Bells Brewery. -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
What an interesting night last night! D-Jo, J-Mo, Mike (J-Mo's bo) Murf, J-Ho (A new recruit, actually the guy whose job I currently have) and Kim and her wacky mom with her wacky friends ended up at Swingers in Traverse City. We then proceeded to get loaded and party. I danced with this hot chick with red leather pants and I left her my phone number on a cocktail napkin. Kim was supposed to fall for Murf by design of myself and J-Mo but it's looking like she's leaning towards J-Ho who looks exactly like Matt Damon. Go Figure! your visit tomorrow is highly anticipated. Kim and I are doing a non-traditional thanksgiving since we'll all be overloaded with turkey and all the fixins later on this week. Doing absolutely nothing of value today and tonight Kim and I are drinking and watching movies in house instead of going bowling. Flip side! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
John's coming! Woo Wooooooooooooo! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
The strangest thing happened today...I began working on next weeks lesson plans so I could have another weekend of down right doing nothing...when suddenly I looked at my planbook and realized that in the course of an hour I had skeleton outlined the entire next chapter, making me completely lesson planned through December 12. December 12 is a big day anyway...that's Eccentric night, so the fact that I'm now lesson planned through the glorious drunken festivities is heart warming. Or maybe that's the classic double I bought at Wendys telling me it's time to cut grease out of my diet. Either way! I keep thinking about what my life would have been like if I hadn't gotten this job and what I realize frightens the fuck out of me!!!!!! I AM SO LUCKY!!!!!! Hanging out with Jodi, Kim and Mike on Thursday. That'll be fun. Oh wait, I forgot out top secret code names...D-Jo is hanging out with J-Mo and M-Mo. It's all really a ploy however to introduce M-Mo to K-To because J-Mo and I both agree that K-To and M-Mo have definate dating possibilitys. Best to get her over Jesse as quickly as possible. That's all for today! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
Did absolutely nothing today. Actually, strike that, I did absolutely nothing of value today. Spent half the day with ThemeXP making my computer look like a Mac just because I was bored. Even got rid of that pesky start menu. All I have is the apple logo now :). THEN I finished off a pint of Ben and Jerrys while watching innane television shows and fretting that I didn't get to do this again tomorrow. It did solidify in my mind however that I was going to lesson plan my tush off tomorrow night after school so I could have two full days of fun next weekend. I'm a little nervous. I leave my kids in the hands of that same damned sub on Tuesday. I hope to god the sub note is better this time. I've decided that it needs to be March now because that will mean YOU will be here and my days of boring Sundays are over. You know that Cher song "If I could turn back time"? I want to speed it up. I miss youandyou quite a bit. Get your asses to Cadillac before I bury you alive next to my house so I can hear you screaming ;) -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
Did absolutely nothing today. Actually, strike that, I did absolutely nothing of value today. Spent half the day with ThemeXP making my computer look like a Mac just because I was bored. Even got rid of that pesky start menu. All I have is the apple logo now :). THEN I finished off a pint of Ben and Jerrys while watching innane television shows and fretting that I didn't get to do this again tomorrow. It did solidify in my mind however that I was going to lesson plan my tush off tomorrow night after school so I could have two full days of fun next weekend. I'm a little nervous. I leave my kids in the hands of that same damned sub on Tuesday. I hope to god the sub note is better this time. I've decided that it needs to be March now because that will mean YOU will be here and my days of boring Sundays are over. You know that Cher song "If I could turn back time"? I want to speed it up. I miss youandyou quite a bit. Get your asses to Cadillac before I bury you alive next to my house so I can hear you screaming ;) -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I love being a teacher. Called up the special Teachers insurance company up here, and now I'm paying 0 less every six months for car insurance. Another thing I love is the fact that YOU will be living with me quite possibly sooner than we both expected. YOU AND ME LIVING TOGETHER MEANS fun fun fun til daddy takes the T-Bird away. Make it be January NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I have to keep reminding myself that students like Jeremy like me because I give them structure and not to take the "This class is boring now" and "Why are you always picking on me" as seriously as I do because now I'm depressed that Jeremy is mad at me. I HAVE to be structured, it's my job, and I don't care if the kids like me or not. One girl was crying today because it was her last day and she said goodbye and said I was her favorite teacher. I didn't get to know her that well too, that made me sad :( Ugh, week get better! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!
I AM a Boyband thank you very much! -Baby bye bye bye!- Rhythm Of Life is back in all it's weekly writing goodness!