Spring Break Day 5: Ode to Suits
I know I said I'd blog every day, but the fact is there wasn't much to blog about. I go to work. I go home from work. We make dinner. We eat it. C studies. We watch Suits. The end. (PS, Donna's back, so all there is to say is YEEEEESSSSSSSS. Also every gif in here is Suits. You're welcome.) But anyway, a blog post every day that just says the same things over and over sounds awful.
Post of Annoyance: Everyone in this school is gone. Everyone except the annoying person behind me who pretty much watches my every move and waits for me to screw up so she can report me to the division office. I guess a long time ago she had a program assistant, but she used her for more personal things and so she lost the privilege (?) to have one, so now she ruins everyone else's lives by toeing their assistants and complaining if it looks like we're not working. News flash - it's Spring Break. I haven't seen the leader of my programs in like - a week. There is really not that much to do. So I don't know why you're here but please leave so I can stop pretending like I'm working. The end.
I'm really stressed about a few things coming up in the somewhat near future and it's really making my anxiety flare up. Last night when C came home from working on his school projects he could tell something was up but I was just in one of those moods where there's not much anyone can do, and the anxiety is going to be there until after this event happens. Basically I'm nervous about letting down a lot of people, and part of me secretly wants to, just so they'll stop expecting so much out of me. Sometimes I wish it was just me and C and my parents and my sisters chilling on a private island putting a puzzle together or something and if anyone came to bug us we'd attach them to a rocket and send them zooming back to the mainland. If only.
In other news, P's play starts next week! My little butterfly bush makes her debut! I bet she'll be fantastic. And if any of you want to go, text me. Tickets are "free" (free meaning please donate to our PTA program, and if you don't we'll still let you in, but we'll shoot dirty looks at you. I mean - last year everyone just donated a dollar each time they went. Seeing a bunch of elementary school kids dance around on a stage is worth AT LEAST that much. Especially when some have actual talent. No, I'm not blatantly bragging about P. Or am I...? Guess you'll have to go and see!)
I have also decided I'm going to rewrite "A Summer in Ohio" from The Last Five Years as "A Summer in Chicago". I'm pretty sure it's going to be amazing. And profanity-less, for those of you that know The Last Five Years. I watched it again last night (well, watched my favorite parts) and worked on my cross-stitch. Fun story, I made a huge mistake on it that affects like - the whole thing and now I get to fix it. Aaaaaaaaah thankfully it's a pretty easy fix but it was really annoying to figure that out. Like come on. Cross stitch is like the easiest crafty thing I do. Maybe it's time to move on to baby stuff. All my friends are having boys - all of them! I'll have to get creative and think of some cute boy things to crochet. I've got an idea I'm trying to figure out in my head so we'll see if it comes to fruition. Stay tuned.
Happy Friday!
-K
Post of Annoyance: Everyone in this school is gone. Everyone except the annoying person behind me who pretty much watches my every move and waits for me to screw up so she can report me to the division office. I guess a long time ago she had a program assistant, but she used her for more personal things and so she lost the privilege (?) to have one, so now she ruins everyone else's lives by toeing their assistants and complaining if it looks like we're not working. News flash - it's Spring Break. I haven't seen the leader of my programs in like - a week. There is really not that much to do. So I don't know why you're here but please leave so I can stop pretending like I'm working. The end.
I'm really stressed about a few things coming up in the somewhat near future and it's really making my anxiety flare up. Last night when C came home from working on his school projects he could tell something was up but I was just in one of those moods where there's not much anyone can do, and the anxiety is going to be there until after this event happens. Basically I'm nervous about letting down a lot of people, and part of me secretly wants to, just so they'll stop expecting so much out of me. Sometimes I wish it was just me and C and my parents and my sisters chilling on a private island putting a puzzle together or something and if anyone came to bug us we'd attach them to a rocket and send them zooming back to the mainland. If only.
In other news, P's play starts next week! My little butterfly bush makes her debut! I bet she'll be fantastic. And if any of you want to go, text me. Tickets are "free" (free meaning please donate to our PTA program, and if you don't we'll still let you in, but we'll shoot dirty looks at you. I mean - last year everyone just donated a dollar each time they went. Seeing a bunch of elementary school kids dance around on a stage is worth AT LEAST that much. Especially when some have actual talent. No, I'm not blatantly bragging about P. Or am I...? Guess you'll have to go and see!)
I have also decided I'm going to rewrite "A Summer in Ohio" from The Last Five Years as "A Summer in Chicago". I'm pretty sure it's going to be amazing. And profanity-less, for those of you that know The Last Five Years. I watched it again last night (well, watched my favorite parts) and worked on my cross-stitch. Fun story, I made a huge mistake on it that affects like - the whole thing and now I get to fix it. Aaaaaaaaah thankfully it's a pretty easy fix but it was really annoying to figure that out. Like come on. Cross stitch is like the easiest crafty thing I do. Maybe it's time to move on to baby stuff. All my friends are having boys - all of them! I'll have to get creative and think of some cute boy things to crochet. I've got an idea I'm trying to figure out in my head so we'll see if it comes to fruition. Stay tuned.
Happy Friday!
-K
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