Laissez Faire

When I grow up next year, I want to be a flight attendant or a secretary.
Due to lack of employing agencies in the Athens Clarke County area, I am becoming enamored with jobs like administrative assistant to anyone at UGA and flight attendant for Airtran for peanuts a day.
70 guaranteed flying hours x $18.80 per hour = $1260 a month = PAYCUT
I feel guilted into staying in public school - but I would really rather NOT work in such a stressful environment. Hotel hopping and peanut popping sounds more fun than grading and breaking up fights fueled by hormones and unrequited love.
Sigh.
So much for my impending Master's degree.

Chemical Romance

This article I read this morning states that women are attracted to different types of men when they're on the pill. According to the study, women on the pill find "macho" types more attractive, and women off of the pill prefer more femenine features on males. Supposedly women who were off of the pill desired flings with macho types, while women on the pill had relationships with them. Maybe that explains some of our past relationships, ladies? So, risk pregnancy and avoid macho guys or stay baby proof and avoid dominant cave boys. I don't know, it's a toss up. The article features a picture of Russell Crowe as a macho/masculine type. I think he looks more like a bear. The only thing he hasn't scared me in was LA Confidential.
HORMONAL
Tonight is Julia's birthday celebration and I'm so excited! We're going to go out to eat, go downtown and then stay in the Hilton in Athens! Celebrate good times come on!

Hannibal the Cannibal

Why did they have to make Hannibal Lecter a dashing young man for the new movie "Hannibal Rising?" It's a strange feeling to watch the young and nubile Gaspard Ulleil make out with his cute asian costar - and know that he had been eating someone's face off two scenes prior. I always end up rooting for the bad guy if he's capable of romance and hot exchanges and has some sort of soft side.
Case in point:

What does this reveal about my psychological neuroses? Hmmm.
I even wanted Christine to hook up with this guy in his famous Broadway musical,

Something about being the underdog and an outcast. Maybe I was made fun of too much in middle school.
I also think Dracula is intriguing,

As well as his other vampy friends

Perhaps I've said too much.

Melted Brains

It's been a week of Technotronic's hit from circa 1990s spinning and wasting away at my grey matter:
"Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'

Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
Seek us that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad

I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day"

I particularly like the spelling of "boody." Why do scary synth heavy songs sneak into my brain and take over? Another sign that middle school has strange effects on it's teaching staff. I'm really starting to lose it.
My students are making family trees and gossiping about uncle who and what he did and auntie she and her light skinned baby. Hmmm!
I'm sitting back and reminding them to stay on task at intervals. Mr. T and I have been working them really hard, so I figured a day of work and light talk would be a nice break. Oh, and I'm really out of it today.
Tomorrow I might take the day off and go to drop off my application at Gainesville College - and then drive around.
I drank too much coffee after lunch.