Wednesday Brings Hope

If I got a tattoo I would fly down to Miami and get one from one of these people. I'm addicted to their show. I was having an internal conflict last night when an episode I had not seen came on when I was about to go to bed. I was debating: show? sleep? sanity tomorrow? bad day tomorrow? clarity? foggy brain? Rest finally won out.
My feet smell like vinegar. It must be brown shoes with no socks day again.
I'm feeling better today. Yesterday there was another girl fight in the hallway. I get so keyed up afterwards and didn't really relax until 9 or 10 pm. I also debated coming back to school in the spring.
Mr. J smells like an old friend of mine today. It's weird how your olfactory memory is so strong. I am having flashbacks of years ago when me and this friend (who Mr J used to work with) hung out. It's like he's with me right now.
This blog entry is officially boring.

It's Fun to Stay at the

I've been working out at the YMCA for a month and a week now and I can't say enough good things about it. Screw the fancy clubs with fraternity freaks. I like real people, nice machines and a 70s backdrop. I feel like a boxer training hard except for the training hard part. I do a cardio/weights combo that gives me a subtle definition only visible to myself and a scientist with a microscope. But I feel great and my energy level is skyrocketing into normalville.
I also don't feel sick or sad as much. YAY! It's got a sauna, whirlpool and steam room also. And this one lady that works there is really awesome and we watch TV together and yell at the people while I pre-stretch. She's my Athens Grandma and she can sass you and pray for you in the same day. We watch Dr. Phil mostly. She told me that "the guy who touched his daughter's peepee" will be on tomorrow night. We hate that guy. Now it turns out he slept with a 12 year old.
Unfortunately, I have my shitastic endorsement class till 8 tomorrow with a scary group of teachers. There are a few gems, but mostly just over-enthused women who are OCD about their job and can stay on one topic for an hour. I try to pick up wireless and surf the net mostly.
Last class I was told that my lateness was becoming a problem.
Maybe my attendance will about to be as well, beotches. I hate that class.
It's 10pm and I already feel guilty for not being ready for bed. Sigh. The life of a public school teacher. One more sememster.
Nighty night.

YAY

Starry Sunday Night

It's happened again. I've decided my ravings and written diarrhea are worth reopening to the "public." I must remain anonymous - I must protect the identity of the bat.
I think BattyBabe is lame but that's all I've got so far, and it's an accurate description.
I sit with flip flops and cold feet and a sweater - a walking ironic statement as always. Sundays are always the worst. Because I don't value them, because I feel the need to clean and work and grade papers that I've been putting off. Because I want to go on an adventure and stop watching TV. I am becoming a statistic and I'm not happy about it.
WORK SLEEP EAT CLEAN WATCH TV COMPLAIN WORK SLEEP EAT EXERCISE
Hopefully I'll be able to spread my wings soon and take some night flights. I'm starving for something to break up my routine.
That being said, I head to school tomorrow counting the last three weeks until XMAS break. I'm sure it will be here in no time. :)