Car shopping with Stick.
Anything? Really?
The editors at FTTW thought it would be fun to let me rant about anything I wanted. They won’t make that mistake again.
Maybe I don’t hate YouTube and MySpace as much as I hate that a capital letter in the middle of fairly unoriginal compound word is suddenly hip. Please, let this go the way of the mid-word @.
Read the whole article here, before they rethink their decision.
This is what my blog looks like to me right now. It's also how GMail looks. I think I'll go read until the storm's over.
Super-Secret Bridal Shower
Katie’s super-secret shower was yesterday and now I can stop saying “your sho–bachelorette party”. I am the worst person ever when it come to keeping secrets, it was so hard for me not to mention the shower.
Later we went out for Katie’s bachelorette. First we went for drinks and barbeque, and when our first round came, I asked everyone to raise our glasses in a toast to our bride, and Katie’s sister raised her already-empty glass. I’m sure you can imagine the rest the rest of the night!
Why The World Needs English Majors
I heard an advertisement on the radio today for Gatsby Gardens, and I had to Google it to make sure I heard it right. Yeah, it’s real.
I may have blogged about this before, but seriously, naming a luxury product “Gatsby” may not be the greatest marketing strategy ever.
Dear Smiley Man At The Tollboth On Exit 10,
Dear Smiley Man At The Tollbooth At Exit 10,
I will change lanes and wait in a longer line to hear you say “Have a good one, Missy!” instead of your coworkers’ “Nnnnuh”. You make my commute less miserable every day. Please don’t retire.
Sincerely,
Meg
High School Themesongs
So we’ve got a rental car, what with Stick’s cougar getting crashed a few weeks ago. If anyone from our insurance company is reading this, can I emphasize that it was NOT MY FAULT? (Sorry if I’ve been a little vague on this part of my adventures, I only have bruises and I promise I will write something about it when I can make it not so awful.)
Our rental is a 2007 Ford Taurus, which is a really ugly beige, but fairly easy to drive, at least for those people who aren’t jittery at the wheel. It also has a tape deck…
Yeah, a tape deck in a 2007 car. I don’t understand it either, but I did rush home and dig out my shoebox of old cassette tapes. I was planning on leaving my tapes at my mom’s house, but Stick looked at the assortment of boxes I was bringing to our apartment, and said “You call that a dowry?” so I put R.E.M. and friends in the U-Haul. My collection is skewed a little bit towards mix tapes from old boyfriends, but I also have R.E.M., Gin Blossoms, Toad the Wet Sprocket, and others. It’s like 1995 on my drive to school!
Downloadable Boyfriends
I’ve got a new article up at FasterThanTheWorld on Morrowind and the boyfriend mod.
No, not the Chaos mug.
Just something I noticed in the kitchen the other day.
2 3/4 Classroom Hours Until April Vacation
I think no matter how much you like your job, there are going to be days when you’d rather stay home and sleep off yesterday’s chardonnay and jelly beans. And remember that when I say “you”, I actually mean “me”. Today was one of those days. April vacation is next week, and I feel like this week is the last leg of a marathon. And I mean that in a slow and painful way, not an exhilarated triumph kind of way.
On my way in to work, there was an accident on the MassPike, which made me a little jittery, and also half an hour late. Being a half hour late to class is worse than being late to most other jobs. It messes up the rhythm of the class, it puts me behind in the material I planned to cover (fortunately I am so bad at timing lessons that it’s not a major setback), it makes me look really bad and it’s annoying.
When I finally got there, my students were half antsy because they thought I wouldn’t show and they could go home, and half apathetic because we only have 5 1/2 classroom hours until April vacation.
I started a round of No Yes No to try to end the monosyllabic answers. It’s usually a pretty fun game, as students start to understand the game and trick each other, but today even that was only somewhat successful. It was just an all-around boring class. Things are really bad when even the teacher’s looking at the clock and wishing it would hurry up.
I also tried to send my students on two short breaks instead of one long break, thinking that would split the class time up into smaller and more manageable sections, but that flopped because everyone wanted to visit their friends in other classes during break.
I think the worst part is that even after thinking it over (and by “thinking it over” I actually mean “dwelling on how lame my class was”), I still don’t really know what I could have done differently to make my class not so lame.
