Monday, November 07, 2005

Hey kettle, this is pot. You're black.

Don’t beep your horn at 5 am when you’re waiting for someone who just so happens to live in the same apartment complex as me. It makes tommi a very unhappy girl to have to listen to your incessant beeping. And word to the wise, if you’ve been beeping nonstop for 5 minutes and s/he still hasn’t shown up, why don’t you go bloody KNOCK on the door?


I’m still sick. And grouchy. Can’t forget the grouchy part. My kids start their in-class essay assignment today. I feel obligated to say I resent the fact that this is required and worth so much of their final grade. I don’t think it’s a good indicator of their writing ability and I really don’t want to grade 67 hand-written essays… But alas, my voice has been silenced by the department heads who made the decision long before the decision to hire me was made. And since I’m a sheep, I follow the crowd and do as I’m told. Sorry, kids. But I’m bringing em’ chocolate and other sugary briberies to do good so I don’t have to fail them.


I went to court on Friday. The cute little cop who pulled me was there. He’s adorable so I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Precious cops… Anywhores, I got there a tad late but I was able to see the DA who looked at the ticket, asked me when I got my last ticket, laughed when I said it’s my first, and reduced it to 64 in a 55. Life is good again, but my wallet is $120 lighter… How much was the actual ticket, you ask? $10. That’s right. $110 in court costs. Be it jail time or court fines, hertford county will apparently rape you either way. Have I mentioned I’m grouchy?


So I’ve been doing my graduate school applications (or making a half-hearted attempt, anyway) and I have decided that I still don’t know what I want to do. PhD (if they’ll have me) or publishing (if they’ll have me). But somebody has got to want me, right? I had an interesting conversation with a friend the other day who, upon my request, provided me with 3 reasons for which he thinks I am an adult.
1) I have my priorities “roughly” in the right order.
2) I take responsibility for my actions.
3) I could successfully raise a child.

Score. It’s totally baby time.



I kid.





Honestly.

1 Comments:

At 3:54 PM, Blogger Chris said...

Son of a monkey, Tommi. I didn't know you had a blog. And you're using my template!

That's high treason, and if I were a pirate you'd be walking the plank right now.

"Arr."

 

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