Upon my absence...

Man, have I sucked at updating lately or what? Here's what I've been doing:

-Saying good-bye to my favorite baseball boys- Kev and Frenchy (People shouldn't move away after I become friends with them. It's seriously rude.)

-Checking my bank account every few hours to see if, by some monetary miracle, a few thousand dollars somehow appears there, as I have to pay some $2,000+ in a week for a house. A house that I bought. I bought a house. I'm going to live in it. I'll have a housewarming party and you're invited. Unless I don't know you- then you're not. No offense. I just, you know, I don't know you.

-Teaching summer school. 6 days left. Enough said.

-Running. Um... a lot. With Brian whose poor body is constantly in shambles. He will be fine though because if anything went wrong, I would punch one of you in the face. I don't know who, but someone.

-Downloading songs by Fink (specifically the Pretty Little Thing/So Long EP) and Emiliana Torrini (specifically the Fisherman's Woman cd).

That's all I got right now. I promise to be more alert to my surroundings so as to make fun of them on here next time.

Frenchy, Kev, and I at my favorite bar: Wayside. And by favorite, I mean that I hate it.

Neighbors! Except now Kev is in Ann Arbor, across the state...
Frenchy! Relocated to Seattle. Which sucks.

Some facts.

Fact: My bathroom is messy, bordering on dirty.

Fact: I'm not going to clean it. Screw that. I'm moving out in a couple of weeks anyway.

Fact: Cary Brothers' music is amazing. (To spare you the embarrassment, it is just one guy named Cary Brothers. No brothers are involved. Don't call it 'their music'. You will sound ignorant. And no one wants that.) You can download free songs on his site, too.

Fact: I bought 4 pairs of shoes at Target today.

Fact: I went WAY-HAY-HAAAAAY over my minutes last month on my cell phone bill.

Fact: I have the 900 minute plan...

Fact: My brain is being melted by the radioactive rays I constantly expose it to via my cell.

Fact: I am going to paint the rooms in my new house in shades of light pinks, blues, and yellows.

Fact: If you make fun of me about it, I will punch you in your face.

Fact: I saw a bumper sticker last week that said, "Meddle not in the affairs of dragons. For you
are crunchy, and good with ketchup."

Fact: That person is a tool...

Fact: ...who probably also talks of elven folk and fairies.

Manimals.

I went and saw the new Pirates movie last Friday on opening night- which wasn't my idea, but it's cool. I've never been to the opening night of anything. While standing in the concession stand line, (where I was ordering nachos because I had made an impromptu decision before the movie that using my free panties coupon for Victoria's Secret and buying two different gray shirts from Banana Republic was more important than eating dinner), there was a girl in front of me wearing an eye patch. Eye patches are pretty cool to wear to the opening of a new Pirate's movie when you're, like 20, I guess. If you suck. And are a total DORK. Whatev.

*Sidenote: I started saying 'Whatev' a few weeks ago because it was amusing for a while. Now, it's sort of become a habit and I am becoming obnoxious to myself. I am trying to quit. I really shouldn't even say 'Whatever', because that's obnoxious, too. But not as loser-fabulous as wearing an eyepatch to a Pirates movie. Anyway...

So, in the movie, there is this crew of men who have sold their souls to Davey Jones or something- point being that they are sort of half-man, half-sea creatures. This one guy was a hammerhead shark man and I'm not kidding, it was terrifying. I kind of wanted to hold Muca's hand who was sitting next to me. Freaking man face on a hammerhead head. I didn't even notice that there were eyes on the sides of the sides of his hammerhead head until halfway through the movie. Big Fat Yuck.

I don't do well with scary things. I once had an intern teacher when I was in 4th grade who was trying to win all of us over and had us read a scary story during reading time that was supposedly true. This little girl lived in a home that was haunted and she said that she saw a pig come into her room every night with a man's face and talk to her.

Actually, now that I type that, maybe my problem isn't so much with scary things as it is with animals with human faces. They should be called manimals. Good point, Sar, good point.

Responses to when my students ask me about having a boyfriend. Which happens all. the. time. And it's awesome every. single. time.

What I say out loud:
"What? You think I have time for a boyfriend with trying to teach all of you?!"

What I say in my head:
"You are 11. Absolutely do not talk to me about having a boyfriend. Unless you have, like, a hot older brother or something. But still, don't talk to me about boyfriends even then. Actually, go sit in a corner."

Lists in honor of our nation's birthday: Things I did over 4th of July weekend.

Types of food I ate from a grill.
1. Chicken.
2. Corn on the cob. Twice.
3. Two hamburgers.
4. A turkey burger.
5. Drumsticks.
6. Shrimp wrapped in bacon, covered in bbq sauce.
7. Two hotdogs.

Types of transportation besides cars I rode in.
1. Motorcycle
2. Pontoon
3. Speed boat
4. Leisure boat

Places I spent my time.
1. Anton's beachhouse in Algonac.
2. Muca's parents' boat in South Haven.
3. Amber's cottage in Richland.

Water I was on/in.
1. Watched the fireworks from Gull Lake.
2. Skinnydipped in Lake St. Claire.
3. Swam in Lake Michigan.

Number of bathing suits worn: 2

Number of times I got hit in the face by fishflies while in a speedboat: dozens

Number of times I peed in lakes: 2

Number of times I told Muca's niece to pee in the lake: 2

Number of times I ate ice cream for breakfast: 1

Number of hanging baskets I've killed by being gone so much lately: 2

Number of times I've felt pretty awesome: Oh... pretty much all the time.

Frenchy and I on day one of my Grill fest.

Krystal, Lauren, me, and Anton on the boat.

Krystal and I smiling before the fish flies incident.

Jud, Krystal, and I watching the fireworks.
My cool biker look.
Charlie and I after our motorcycle ride.

Things I am not ready to do yet.

1. Acquire a taste for coffee.
2. Die.
3. Pay for homeowner's/auto insurance.
4. Make dinner.
5. Do my laundry.
6 & 7. Have a baby.
8. Go to work.