A friend's FB status asked, "What is the first word that comes to mind when you hear 'springtime'?" I had to be honest and say "Hitler." Now I have that song stuck in my head *and* I sound like a terrible person.
A van in front of me was leaking reddish brownish liquid out its back door. I'm pretty sure it was a beverage that spilled somewhere, but my mind instantly went to "dead body." Ew.
This morning as I pulled up to a stop sign, I was alarmed to see the gas gauge zooming down toward empty VERY rapidly. Then I realized I was looking at the speedometer, not the gas gauge. That is what my mind is doing these days, and that is how badly I need this spring break.
Have I mentioned lately that I love teaching and I love my students? Because I definitely do. I mean, I'm completely exhausted (saying I had 25 hours of sleep in the past week would be a VERY generous guess) but it's so worth it. Now to take a quick nap before I have to wake up to do senior showcase stuff. (You should all come to that tonight at 7:30. It's going to be a good show.)
Some people might assume these two dollar bills I found in the dryer were the result of me forgetting to check my pants pockets before I did my laundry. I choose to believe my dorm appliances are growing money.
Today I watched monologues in the beginning acting class. One of the students who has never seemed terribly engaged or interested in the class buckled down, worked, and ended up giving one of the best monologues I've seen so far. I love when people surprise you like that. Reason #384 I love teaching.
Senior showcase went great. Thanks to Jay and Melissa for helping us pull it all together in such a short amount of time, and, of course, thanks to my lovely co-stars, Breana, Kate, Meagan, Amber-Dawn, Kendra, and Lucy. I loved getting to do one last performance with you guys. It's our time! Breathe it in! Worlds to change and worlds to win! (Except for Kendra. You get worlds to end.)
Sometimes you think you don't have a spoon to eat yogurt with. Then you remember you have a spoon! That, my friends, is the definition of happiness.
Last night I was eating as I drove home. I saw something bizarre (I don't even remember what) and decided I just HAD to say something snarky out loud to myself. I nearly choked. Moral of the story: Witty remarks can potentially kill you.
I was just told, "If you were meaner, you would be a great internet troll." I'm completely OK with this.
LaZorra: Sam, the Human Gungle Jym.
Sentynel: LOL, Gungle Jym.
LaZorra: Gungle, yes. Gungle Jym.
LaZorra: WHAT DID I DO
LaZorra: SOMEONE TELL ME
Sam: Jungle gym?
LaZorra: Holy crap, my brain has fallen out.
Bonus: How much do I hate when people play Frisbee on the sidewalk in front of the HUB? Well, I apparently involuntarily muttered, "I hate you I hate you I hate you" under my breath as I walked by them. I felt a little bad when I realized I was doing it. I don't even *know* these people.