Today was the first time I walked around town during the day in a very long time. I stepped into the Esplanade Mall and had a 'wtf?' moment... well I had several moments like that...
I mean, I know Ritual's had closed down and merged with Mario's or something like that.... But you can imagine my surprise to walk in and see this humongous shoe/clothing store. Subways now has an inside door to get in from inside the mall as opposed to being open out as it was before. Then I saw a few stores I don't really remember seeing before -- expanded to several room spaces. Tourists stores and such. Wow. And then... I realized my friend's mum store was gone... so no more random visits to pester him. Then the bookstore next door was gone too... hmm... It was truly a weird experience. I felt like a tourist.
***
So I'm on the hunt for the perfect noose of responsibility to fit around my neck, also known as 'The Student Loan'. You know, checking for good rates, etc. I don't think anyone understands how reluctant I am about this.... But you gotta do what you gotta do right? It's not like it's a novel idea, and other people have pulled it off. There's no reason this should be a torturous experience that continues long after school has finished. Especially by the looks of it, I'm pushing to get a job... so at least I should be able to cover the interest on my own. Now... for Plan B - prayers that I get the full scholarship....
Three cheers for independence...!
Oooh... currently I'm working part-time at this villa/resort called 'Grooms Beach Villas & Resort.' Now prior to my mom sourcing the job for me, I never really knew the place existed. The first day, I went on a tour and I was in awe. The villas are gorgeous. The prices are pretty decent too... And naturally, I love the pool - it's nothing extravagant, but I just like pools. Click here to go to their website which has pics...I also joked with my boss the first day telling her that this must be Grenada's best kept secret..........only to reach front desk and see that's their tagline on the brochure...!
***
I've been thinking recently... like all of my past experiences and such. And I'm realizing there's a special level of dunceness when it comes to men. I'm not going to say all guys are the same, because like all girls, I'd like believe my man is different and special and if anyone should ask - that's what I would say. "It's true for every other guy - but mine, because he's special, and different, and would never intentionally hurt me like that..etc etc" But it's not to say I wasn't wrong before with previous guys.
And it's not particularly hard to catch them in their lies too...Regardless of how slick they convince themselves they are. All it truly requires is for the girl to not be totally and utterly in love with the guy beyond the point of stupidity and not willing to place total implicit trust in him - which is difficult.... because I'd like to think when girls love they love deep, well at least good sincere girls. Once a girl trusts you... then she's willing to believe anything you say, because it sounds much better than the truth.
I caught a guy by virtue of darling Facebook once. It's amazing the things that can be revealed just by pure observation. It took a long time for me to see what everyone else saw too, and even after I saw with my own eyes, I still found myself wanting to believe him but knowing at that point it was just absurd. And finally having to accept that he never really cared about me, the way he should. My friend caught one of her ex-es by virtue of Hi5, when hi5 was still reigning.
I have lots of guy friends that cheat, and what they bank on is the mere fact of how loyal their girl is. Once that confidence has been established, more so the attachment of the girl not wanting to lose the guy very easily, it's like their playboy ticket becomes released. The elaborate tales I hear make me laugh sometimes, and make me gasp sometimes... and the sad part is, I know I would fall for it. Any girl who loves their guy that much would fall for it - the lies, the scheming, etc. It's not the falling for it that's the problem though... it's the not being able to see the trick because of the tunnel vision blinkers. And the guys know that. If any of those girls were to just have a paranoid moment, and just set their boy up to see how they'd behave. I'm sure they'd be shocked and surprised at what they discover.
Then again, why jeopardize your own happiness? Ignorance is bliss. And not all guys are trifling, deceptive, good-for-nothing, immature, punk-@$$ liars. There are good guys out there that don't cheat. They are good guys out there that care about their girl and think the world of her. There are good, loyal boyfriends out there.... and then there's a few good ones that still young and stupid and would flirt *cough* innocently *cough* with other girls and mean no harm by it, as annoying as it is.
What I find most ironic, and hilarious about the situation though.... is the double standard. As a girlfriend, if you kiss another guy, flirt too much with another guy, etc (different guys have different limits.... but the standard bar is usually comparatively very low compared to the stuff the stunts they pull that is considered acceptable). Should a girl, do any of the things that her boy does that upsets her, ie. avoid admitting that you're in a relationship when talking to a new guy, flirting, dancing vulgar/seductively with another guy, kiss another guy, end up in a compromising situation, OR fail a set up test... like where they send in one of their boys that you don't know or something to see how you'd react.......they more than overdo it with their reaction time. Guys seem to behave like they have their finger on the break up pulse lest something arise. Whereby, girls tend to be more forgiving and (stupidly) softhearted.
This is just an opinion though... my test sample for observation has been a fraction of a fraction of a marginal part of the male population. But I'm yet to find evidence that says differently.
***
What do you think? I'm sure every girl has a loser-ific ex-boyfriend experience... And I'm sure most guys have some experience, whether they got burned or not, with scheming with their past and/or current girlfriends.
Post your comments.
Shelli out.
I believe I found the limitations to my open mindedness.
And...
Mankind does not know,
whether to laugh or cry.
And...
Mankind does not know,
whether to laugh or cry.
***
So I've been having the most absurd, amusing day ever...
Firstly, don't laugh too much or perk your eyebrows so much so that they hit your hairline, I got out of the car, grabbed my laptop. Walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus..................................................
............................and then realized I forgot my school bag in the car.
Who................... does that?! I mean aside from me.... but this is totally a one off experience... But.......How is that even possible?
Then I bounced into someone I stopped talking to a while now... hmmm....
Whatever man. Doesn't really put me out I guess...It's all inconsequential anyways... And if it isn't, as Dean Koontz would say -- There's always cake.
Natti saw it coming a thousand miles away.......regardless of what happens as of consequence.
~~~
It's like checking into this uber cool hotel.....and then realizing it sucks!!! Demonoid.
Ov-er-ra-ted.
Ares for the win.
Ov-er-ra-ted.
Ares for the win.
~~~
In conclusion... Does fate exist? And if yes, is it something that can be altered or evaded? For instance, children are somewhat destined to emulate what they see be it in their households and environment.... Therefore, is it fated to end up in a parallel adult existence upon entrance to adulthood? Is it possible to avoid it with conscious efforts to break old habits/patterns? Or... irregardless of those efforts "you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find."
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I'm tired of letting other things take precedence over me... For once I shall start taking precedence for myself.
Starting with getting my book back... from my... community service...lol... amongst other things. (reference from an older post)
so... ♪♪ shut up and let me go ♪♪
Shelli. Out.
Ciao.
Here is my last effort to write this same post... that I've been trying to write all day but keep having interruptions.
There's a point in the book where the wise man explains that as a child each person knows their purpose but as they grow they stifle the voice and learn fear. They have dreams of impossibilities and potential achievements, learn fear then spend years trying to find that voice back fumbling around in the darkness. The key to this whole thing is to find that purpose.... that key and run with it. Seeing I'm still on this "Who I want to be" quest, it made me think of all the different things I've passionately wanted to do - and those that keep coming back up. Since I was a little girl I used to write - a lot. I have finished novels that I don't even remember writing, that's actually surprisingly good sans the modern additions of romance and such to thicken the plots. I wrote mostly adventure stories. Aside from that, I wanted to be a journalist. Me and my best friend at the time, Roxanne, would walk around the primary school documenting everything that happened. I even got one of those long ruled books (like those they give you to write lesson plans in school) and I would document everything in a formal dated format.
Then I switched primary schools, and developed an interest in Art. I mean, I used to draw all the time, but it was given as a formal subject at my new school and I dabbled in it. And throughout my interest with both, I've always loved caring for things. At one point my house was like a stray animal center. I rescued a baby chicken from some boys in the neighbourhood once, couldn't find its mother, and took it home and it became my pet. I also found a half-dead baby chicken in my mom's garden another time, brought it home and tried to nurse it back to health...Then there was a broken-winged pigeon which mom made me give away... And a snail.. I had a monkey for a day... A pet crab and crayfish... dogs... a sheep...
So umm... as I was saying...
Firstly, I decided to start back reading again. At one point I used to read so much.... and then I stopped. Since stopping, I've realized my writing starting to deteriorate in various ways and I'm actually at a loss for words in some instances. And if it were one thing, I was at least a little proud of my to-date (then) vocabulary.
Seeing my courses this semester are all forcing my to read a lot. I've decided to take front and start back getting into the habits. Starting with books people have been encouraging me to give a viewing, along with books I started and never bothered to finish (yes that includes all my college literature books from Grenada and NY).
So, I started and finished "The Alchemist" by Paul Cuelo... Click on the title to go directly to the e-book. Turns out, it is a great read. It's written very simply, and essentially tells a tale we've all heard before... well a tale some of us have heard before... but tend to forget. It's very inspiring.... so I finished it around 8, after a certain somebody called and officially woke me up. *cough* Sher *cough* ...and it set the pace for the remainder of the day.
There's a point in the book where the wise man explains that as a child each person knows their purpose but as they grow they stifle the voice and learn fear. They have dreams of impossibilities and potential achievements, learn fear then spend years trying to find that voice back fumbling around in the darkness. The key to this whole thing is to find that purpose.... that key and run with it. Seeing I'm still on this "Who I want to be" quest, it made me think of all the different things I've passionately wanted to do - and those that keep coming back up. Since I was a little girl I used to write - a lot. I have finished novels that I don't even remember writing, that's actually surprisingly good sans the modern additions of romance and such to thicken the plots. I wrote mostly adventure stories. Aside from that, I wanted to be a journalist. Me and my best friend at the time, Roxanne, would walk around the primary school documenting everything that happened. I even got one of those long ruled books (like those they give you to write lesson plans in school) and I would document everything in a formal dated format.
Then I switched primary schools, and developed an interest in Art. I mean, I used to draw all the time, but it was given as a formal subject at my new school and I dabbled in it. And throughout my interest with both, I've always loved caring for things. At one point my house was like a stray animal center. I rescued a baby chicken from some boys in the neighbourhood once, couldn't find its mother, and took it home and it became my pet. I also found a half-dead baby chicken in my mom's garden another time, brought it home and tried to nurse it back to health...Then there was a broken-winged pigeon which mom made me give away... And a snail.. I had a monkey for a day... A pet crab and crayfish... dogs... a sheep...
So umm... as I was saying...
I went to the kitchen to help mom do some baking, and try a couple recipes myself. I've been craving sweet stuff (again) whole week. I believe it's just my body looking for quick energy fixes since I'm not eating too proper..... But anyways, I decided on cheesecake and banana nut muffins. So after gathering all my ingredients, I realized I didn't have crackers for the crust. Dad refused to go buy crackers for me, so I (reluctantly) ended up walking down the road to go to the neighbourhood shop.
So I'm walking down my road, under my umbrella (because the sun is too hot for me), in my home clothes and as I round the corner at the bottom of my hill I hear lots of, what can only be described as, passionate harmonized shouting. It was coming from the Revival Faith church which I'm assuming must be a Shaka-Baptiste church, I could be wrong.. But I found myself intrigued and curious about what it's like... Yea yea yea I know.. I'm too curious. Oh well.
When I finally got to the shop I had a (not so) strange conversation with the shop keeper. Below is essentially how it went... (SK) - (shop keeper)
SK: "So yuh studying medicine at SGU?" *big grin*
Me: *slightly puzzled* "How do you know I'm going to SGU?"
SK: "I see you every morning when you going to school...
dem kinda hours it hadda be SGU you going" *grin*
*I ponder pointing out it could easily be college I'm going to...
and I do look young enough still but decide against it*
Me: "No... actually... I'm doing Liberal Studies" *small smile*
SK: *Now he's momentarily puzzled... and then smiles politely* "Oh.. umm..
ok.. that's nice"
And around that point was my cue to leave... So I left feeling slightly...ruffled? I mean, certain careers just hold prestige and charm behind it without the need for many words... But then let's say you declare you want to be a teacher - that is - a highly influential person molding the minds of tomorrow, capable of restoring hope in parents and stability in homes, etc... And you receive the polite smile, unless it's someone who has experienced teaching directly or indirectly to have an appreciation for it.
Recently, ever since I decided to abandon my Bio/Psych direction to pursue Liberal Arts, I've found myself constantly looking for reasons and means to validate taking this route. Last week, I came to the conclusion to specialize in English under it with a mix of business, perhaps art, and politics. (Or even double with politics.... but I don't want to be in school forever and a day either) And there's so much you can do with an Liberal Arts and..... even an English degree, if one should think practically.
With a Liberal Arts degree you're much more well rounded than other students who specialize within their first degree because you cover a little bit of everything. Often specialized degrees just cover the specialization, everything else regarding marketing oneself and such is a wing-it or link-it process. With a Liberal Arts degree you're supposed to have mastered the art of communication and expression along with developed a hypothetical backbone and fierceness to represent yourself in any given situation and essentially land almost any job... as the degree is so broad based. The most truly useful career skills -- such as the ability to express oneself clearly, concisely and forcefully -- are best acquired with that sort of degree(said by my Lit prof in NY). Furthermore, English can never be overrated as a degree. I'm increasingly believing it's underrated more and more each day. And it's increasingly becoming more necessary and requested by employers all over. This article shows the decline, it's effects and demands for it in the States.
End of rant......
....So I continued walking and passed by a paw paw tree that I never really saw before. It was right on eye level too. Naturally, I probably never noticed it because whenever I'm walking that road it's hurriedly at night with little effort or time to take in the surroundings. I saw a ripe paw paw on the tree and kept walking... Then stopped, remembered what the book said about omens. Turned around, went back, and picked it. I walked home rather pleased with myself... Not only did I have a bag of crackers but I had a whole paw paw as well. My joy was temporarily blemished when I got home and my parents asked if I picked it off the diseased tree along the road right before the bend.......which is exactly where I picked it.
But surprisingly, it tastes fine. Yay me. *high five to omens*
***
Long short... I baked a cheese cake and my muffins. Neither came out well and neither was my fault because a certain somebody *cough*mom*cough* kept tampering with the goods. But it came out ok enough.
Tomorrow I have to go do the exam for *hopefully* my future place of employment for the remainder of my schooling... Or at least a part of it. Only kink I foresee is training...
But walk with faith, collide with destiny. Tell the universe what you want, and it conspires to provide what you need to achieve it...
So watch me walk trustingly.
P.S. My semester seems to be much more challenging than I initially foresaw. But that's ok. Lazy I can be, but I love a class where I feel like I'm learning... and every minute in it means a minute of drinking up something I didn't know before... I think Ima enjoy it.
Deuces my lovelies....
Shelli OUT.
*throws up the peace sign*
oh... P.S.S.
Quote of the day: "There's a shortage of doctors... not a shortage of medical students." - Daniel
Always... just out of grasp...
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Another tiring day.
I can't believe this... today is the first time in the history of me being a teacher that I've left the compounds this late for the mere fact that I was marking papers...! I left probably around minutes to 6, and reached home around 7.30 pm.
I've pulled "don't go to bed till the sun rises" all nighters from marking papers... BUT I was in school.... Ru and I were the last teachers there. The principal and all left... Thank God for the company. Thanks for staying Ru..
My shoulders ache the kind of ache one gets from carrying weight just a little more than usual.
Fortunately I have good friends to help me since the Brazil trip put me back... Thanks Nata and Ru.
***
Can somebody hand me a distraction? That's what I want for my early Christmas present... a distraction.
***
WOW...
This cutie pie just told me the cutest thing... perfect distraction.
*blush*
See my eyes twinkle now.
***
Wake up kids
We've got the dreamers disease...
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget you only get what you give
-New Radicals
We've got the dreamers disease...
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget you only get what you give
-New Radicals
***
So, about Brazil.My most popular Brazil story is about my being attacked by a wild animal in the sub-tropical rain forest.
The story goes like...
So we're staying at the Cataratas Hotel in Foz de Iguassu. The hotel is absolutely gorgeous... I swear it looks like a pink castle, about 60 something years to date I think. It's also the only hotel in the middle of the national rain forest reserve.
So there I was, walking along, minding my business... Fearing nothing in the wilderness, following the crashing sounds of the waterfall to get a closer photo. When.....
Suddenly....
Out of NOWHERE....
I was surrounded by a pack of these wild mini-fox looking animals. They were snarling at me. I was terrified. I vaguely remembered the sign by the pool that said what to do in the timely event of encountering wildlife around the area...
I nearly fainted....! But before that happened, one of the vicious cretins just jumped out and bit me.
I mean...
Look at it...
Scroll down slowly... brace yourself...
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CUTE CRITTER!!!!
So the real story goes like... That animal is the national animal of the Falls called the Quati(Coati). They're rather friendly, remind me of pigeons how they just walk around like the own the place.
There's several signs around the place that says "DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS". Who really reads those signs..? Seriously?
I just thought it was soooo adorable. Lorraine told me one let her pet it, so.... with this new knowledge that these cute wild animals let humans pet it, I went out on a mission, dragging her with me, to pet a quati.
The quati was very bored with me and was walking away... until I opened my bag and it came running back. I took out this oat bar I got on the plane and gave it to L. She dangled it over it's head and it stood up on its hind legs walking towards her like.. "Feed me mommy... Feed me."
After a while, we decided to open it and give it a small piece. It ran off into the bush with it. L handed back the remaining bar to me... next thing I know, I'm being bitten. It's a small nip. I believe it was more to get the contents out of my hand.
My dad, mom and Mr. L who were also nearby witnessed the incident and started muttering and grumbling about reading signs and heeding warnings... blah blah blah.
Point is, I just accomplished one thing on my "to-do" list before I die... I stayed in rainforest AND as a plus, I have battle scars to prove. Ok... I have stories of my battle scares from my wild animal attack since the two dots will surely fade in a few weeks.
***
As we're on the topic of the Falls and things on my to-do list.. I went on the Safari trip, that concluded with a boat ride to get a close up with the falls... and under the falls itself.
.... So thats enough on Brazil for the night.
The ghost hunt at Cataratas hotel shall be reserved for another night.
That's enough cheesy writing for the night.
Shelli out.
Ciaoz.......!
Oh wait... did I mention I had a VIP room for my birthday..? Not that that means much... but it's the first time *I* had my own room in a club.
Yummy.
Passing through unconscious states.
When i awoke i was on
The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway.
-"A movie script ending" DCFC
When i awoke i was on
The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway.
-"A movie script ending" DCFC
***
I am so tired. My feet hurts. My back hurts.
Today was another PTC (Parent Teacher Conference) for the Form 2s and Form 3s. We did it in a panel setting in the different classrooms.
My lord it was lonnnng..... but it was good. I got to meet all the parents of the students that I needed to see... those who I felt were not tapping into their full potential.
I was so pleased to find parents that cared about their kids, and are willing to work with teachers to make their children better individuals.
I'm too tired to expatiate on the subject.
***
On an other abstract random note...
my headaches always get elevated
to brand new peaks
when certain incessant sounds
keep hitting my airwaves.
In that moment of pain and endurance,
my fingertips crash harder against the surface
of the keyboard in desperate hope
that if the pain doesn't distract
then my words as they translate themselves
across my screen
shall soften the annoyances
that surround
and bring about some sort of peace...
some sort of inner peace that stop the voices.
to brand new peaks
when certain incessant sounds
keep hitting my airwaves.
In that moment of pain and endurance,
my fingertips crash harder against the surface
of the keyboard in desperate hope
that if the pain doesn't distract
then my words as they translate themselves
across my screen
shall soften the annoyances
that surround
and bring about some sort of peace...
some sort of inner peace that stop the voices.
Mosquito hums.
***
Ok... I figure my head aches sufficiently ache and my ankles are complaining enough from my heels for me to go take a warm shower and soothe them...
Shelli out.
And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer
-Alanis Morisette "All I really want"
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer
-Alanis Morisette "All I really want"
***
I don't have much to blog about...
Ever had a day where you woke up happy, dressed all pretty, planned everything to the T and it started to go all horribly awry because of one minor glitch...? And then it got better in the one way you least expected it, based entirely upon the mere possibility of such an event occuring...? And became annoyed?
As my mom would say... some of us are just too happy.
Atleast there was evidence of a text. Phonecall would've saved the day. Who knows what could've happened? Maybe more game sprinkled with b.s.?
***
Today was Parent Teacher Conference for the Form 1s. My favourite part of teaching..... meeting the parents.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ok I'll stop with the sadistic evil laughter.... not!!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ok now I will.
I met lots of parents... it's always a pleasure to meet students who have parents that take their time to come and hear about their kids... and actually care enough to work with the teacher to help make their children learn better and reach their full potential.
I also, frustrately, realized that some kids are hopeless. Ok, that's not a fair statement. Some of these kids need a bit more guidance and support than others... and those that need it most, lack it severely. Consequently, it transcends and reflects in their grades.
Some of the parents let me go through the report and I realized that some of the children are not just doing badly in my class(English A and Visual Arts), they're generally performing poorly. The thing is these kids are not stupid either. I know they're not. The teachers, we all know they're not. We know they're not working at their full potential...
It just becomes a question once more of... what more could we do, as teachers, to reach you, as students? How can we connect the gap between where you are and where you could be? Eliminate the hindrances stopping you from getting there..?
*rubs face thinking defeated thoughts*
I have this idea for my Form 2s... I'm trying to incorporate film into my classes. I shall post in greater detail later on... and how it's progressing. If all goes as planned, my girls should be watching "The Great Debaters" next week.
I must think up something to reach my Form 1s... there must be something I haven't thought of...
I'll ask Sher what's her technique... And Carly... hmm....
Hmm... yes... I'll try and do that tomorrow...
OR post a suggestion.
***
I'm off to La la land.
Shelli out.
Oooh...
P.S. I took a huge Shelli Independence Step... I went to the doc all by myself.
Lol.
Today is yet another day to attempt to post a proper entry here. I'm tired... but now I'm not sure as to whether it's because I'm truly tired or if I'm just accustomed to being tired so my mind tells my body so...
So tonight I shall try to type up something worth the effort of reading...
***
Today was good. I started my first practical class with my Form 4s... This is the first time they're doing art, so that's 3 years they didn't have. Last week, I did a crash course in the theory - made the basic vocabulary into a nutshell - Elements of Art. Hopefully, if all goes according to plan I could find some way to incorporate the theory in a by-the-way method with the practical. They all forgot to bring their stuff, so they used impromptu green pea tree leaves from outside. I can't rush the lesson... and I have to constantly remind myself to go slowly... But from one class, I think they show promise.
For tomorrow's class, they will be bringing in boxes. Nice, simple boxes. Perfect for clean lines... to understand basic shapes... to see distinct shade values. Yummy. *glares* Let's hope they remember. I shall go look for some things around the house in the event they do...
***
Floating on sunshine happy.
***
Ok, so yet again I have failed. I started this post early, punctuated it with snack breaks and all I've succeeded in doing is let the tiredness truly sink in.
Nite nite.
Shelli out.
So tonight I shall try to type up something worth the effort of reading...
***
Today was good. I started my first practical class with my Form 4s... This is the first time they're doing art, so that's 3 years they didn't have. Last week, I did a crash course in the theory - made the basic vocabulary into a nutshell - Elements of Art. Hopefully, if all goes according to plan I could find some way to incorporate the theory in a by-the-way method with the practical. They all forgot to bring their stuff, so they used impromptu green pea tree leaves from outside. I can't rush the lesson... and I have to constantly remind myself to go slowly... But from one class, I think they show promise.
For tomorrow's class, they will be bringing in boxes. Nice, simple boxes. Perfect for clean lines... to understand basic shapes... to see distinct shade values. Yummy. *glares* Let's hope they remember. I shall go look for some things around the house in the event they do...
***
Floating on sunshine happy.
***
Ok, so yet again I have failed. I started this post early, punctuated it with snack breaks and all I've succeeded in doing is let the tiredness truly sink in.
Nite nite.
Shelli out.
I used to say... the more tragic the better
-'Unsent' Alanis Morisette
-'Unsent' Alanis Morisette
like you didn't see this coming...
i just couldn't stay away...
I came home early. Fullstop arrived. I left school around 11 am, went to town to pay some bills and then found my way home - and into my bed.
Of course it didn't happen so fluidly. I've lost my house keys, which has proven to be something short of a handicap. I had to borrow dad's keys day before yesterday. I went looking to cut a key yesterday and apparently no where cuts keys like ours. Today I had to beg mom to drop her key home for me to borrow... So I'm left with one decision - go find my key.
*dreds the mere idea of looking for the key*
~~~
I finished typing up my exams... I just have to print it properly (my ink finished) and cut & paste my sketches in for my kids. I'm going to do up some templates and some reminders for them as well... hmm...
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I drank some orange juice today. Yummy. I love me some orange juice. *rubs tummy*
I slept from about 1-4 pm today. *big grin*
So... I'm running out of things to talk about... think I'm going to go rest a bit more and mark out the Form 1 papers when I get up... and study...
Much Love....
Shelli Out.
