Last week was pretty good. I’m thinking it’s because I took a couple minutes out of my Monday to reflect on the day’s events. Maybe it’ll bring some more good luck this week. So here goes:
6:22–alarm. I tell myself this is the last one, damnit.
6:34–Okay, seriously. Get the hell up. I yell obscenities to welcome in the week. So much for deep breathing and relaxation techniques. Or a positive mental attitude. I bring shame to my family name with the words I’ve chosen to use.
7:30–Waiting for my ride. Can’t make eye contact with anyone. Contact lenses are dry and making my sleep-deprived eyelids stick to them, forcing me to spend nearly the whole ride to school plucking at my eyes to get them to create some kind of moisture.
8:05–Students enter classroom. I am not yet awake. I have grand plans for listening to music during class. Teacher loves quiet classes with good music.
8:35–The Garden State soundtrack goes on. Students are working beautifully on drawing events from a short story. They are rocking my world, especially because it is 8:35 and I’m not fully awake.
9:40–Student tells me I have a messy signature, that when I sign my name it looks like “Gem Corzim.” He tells me I’m not famous.
9:45-11:15–Obsessive e-mail checking hour. Er, hour and a half. Sadly, there is no real e-mail. Only an update from the most fabulous t-shirt website on the planet, Threadless. This does not count as real e-mail and I secretly send out evil thoughts to my friends (i.e: boyfriend and/or mother) who should have written. These evil thoughts probably do nothing for good e-mail karma and I receive no other e-mail for the rest of the day, however I check incessantly for eight more hours.
11:15–Lunch. Rice and beans. Chicken nuggets that have been so overcooked they are the equivalent of chicken crackers. Even I couldn’t overcook nuggets like these.
12:03-12:48–Pummeled with questions about the decline of the Roman Empire.
12:50–Eat two chocolate cookies. Love them.
3:15–Tutor third grader who laughed at my armpits last week. She works extra hard today for the entire 60 minutes, having received a tongue lashing from her older sister about the appropriateness of talking about teachers’ armpits.
4:40–Bus. Quiet. Slow. Peaceful. Love it. Want to marry it and have little bus babies.
5:10–Run 5K on an incline at the gym. Secretly racing with the guy on the treadmill to my left; smile inwardly when he stops for breath or to walk. Sucker. Secretly racing with the woman to my right. I win because I say so. Listen to “Eye of the Tiger” twice and sing along while running.
6:45–Buy a popular fermented milk drink that I’m curious about. It is small and comes in a plastic container the size of a salt shaker. Everyone drinks it and I want to know what it tastes like. Should realize that it is a fermented. milk. drink.
6:55–Drink fermented milk drink. It tastes like orange juice and warm milk in the same sip. Make mental note not to buy it again.
7:15–Make soup in a bag for dinner. Add water to the powdered stuff and stir.
7:20–Phone rings. Dennis. Smiling and happy, and things are good suddenly.
7:24–Phone rings. Friend. Things not so good suddenly.
7:28–Phone rings. Mom. Things are fine; she tells me one of my first boyfriends in high school got married. Holy chicken wing, another one down the drain.
7:33–Phone rings. Friend. No ride in the morning. Bus is the cheapest alternative. Resign myself to having an early morning tomorrow.
8:05–Wondering if I really need to add eggs to brownie mix or if I can substitute with extra butter. Really just want to eat batter. Thinking of erasing that last sentence so I don’t expose my cravings to the world, but WTF, it’s Monday. I can’t have regrets already; the week’s just started.
8:14–Think about cleaning up the place.
8:14:32–Laugh. Not gonna happen.
And there we go, folks. My day. How was yours? (And seriously….any idea about the egg substitution thing?)