I wanted to be clever and tie all this together through artfully worded segues and mindful wordplay, but alas it is of late hour and my brain is not computing.
I’m talking funny. I can feel it. The reason for this is the following:
Cramming in the ‘speare + little sleep + plus frantic excitement over OBAMA’s current run + spending everyday with an army of children who still need to be reminded that scratching their butts with both hands for an extended period of time while in public is considered rude.
So without further delay, we are doing “What I learned in the last seven days” prison rules style again. Bring on the bullets! And I swear on my favourite coat (it’s delicious- cream and chocolate brown with a hot pink satin lining), I plan on writing a real post soon. Because I need to discuss many things in depth- like my new haircut. And my upcoming trip to VEGAS. And OBAMA!
- I learned that just because Matthew Fox is in a movie doesn’t mean the movie is going to a five star event. And as much as I love Jack, I’m pretty sure Sawyer would have done a better job than Dr. Shepard did in this movie. Seriously.
- “Sometimes I wish I said all the things I think I’ve already said”. I learned that being able to say that to your friend and knowing that she understands what you are saying… well, that’s an awfully nice feeling.
- I learned that some people will be remembered for creating a great work of art. For being a style icon. For being a good mother, a kind daughter, a conscientious citizen of humanity. I will be remembered as the person who sent out a stack of overdue Christmas cards in February.
- I learned that just seeing THIS will make me scream out loud. Like an 11 year old girl in the front row of a Hannah Montana concert.
- I learned I’m almost over THE WALL. THE WALL = the mountain of planning, preparing and weeping done late at night at the school trying to incorporate curriculum into fun stuff like dance contests and fire walking. THE WALL has prevented me from having an active social life and is directly responsible for my current hate on for google reader.
- I learned that true excitement can be had when finding a bin of MAGNETS! Just in time for my MAGNET UNIT!
- Speaking of google reader and a mountain of unread posts- Egan asked me if I felt the least bit guilty putting out new posts while not reading other blogs. First of all, I am reading them, or trying to read them all, I’m just not catching up as fast as they are coming out (let’s take a minute and give THE WALL a dirty look for this). As for feeling guilty, I actually don’t. “Guilty” isn’t the right word. It implies that it’s owed and I don’t think that’s the case- whether I’m talking about me commenting somewhere or someone commenting here. That’s part of the reason I like this forum for writing- comments aren’t expected. I think for me, the feeling that hits it more accurately, is simply that I miss it. Though I’m working on catching up, I miss hearing about true Hope, or jerks who don’t want cheap couches or the wedding plans of Anne, Jess or AM. I miss being the first one to read the genius that lays in each line typed here. Or here. Or here. Or here. Or any of the other wonderful sites that I’ve commented on in the past. So I guess I learned that I miss commenting.
- I learned that ringworm may be bad, but pink eye is just as inconvenient.
- I learned that I cannot spell “inconvenient” correctly without the help of spell check.
- I learned that it’s impossible for me to listen to “Basement Apartment” by Sarah Harmer without singing along. It’s also impossible for me to eat only one piece of popcorn.
- I learned that a new haircut can give you a new perspective.
- I learned that a new perspective can stop you from wishing the children who smeared dog shit on your car windshield on Saturday night die a long and painful death (involving the swallowing of rusty razor blades and then using their bloated bodies as trampolines) and instead rejoice in the fact that your local car wash is open late on Sundays.
- I learned that I’m a better person than what I thought I was and sometimes I’m far more horrible than I imagine (if you doubt my “horribleness” perhaps re-read the comment above involving children, razor blades and trampolines)
Have a good week universe. And if you find you are hitting THE WALL, take the advice I learned (from a fat kid who loves Hershey’s kisses) that when you are tired of saying your complaints, you should just sing them. Because “that makes you sound silly and then you laugh”.