Aquaholic?
Things have been pretty nutty. Getting ready to teach another summer course soon, but details are scant at the moment. Just been bumming around, tying up loose ends. Things on my mind. Like, I wonder if I'm addicted to water. Read an article the other day about "aquaholics", people who can't get enough of the H2O. Well, I love water. Can't be without it. I have a 770 millileter bottle I bought in Hong Kong and it is such a Godsend. The bottles of water sold in Thailand are either 600 something mls or much larger. Seven hundred mls is just big enough to give me my water fix, without being too heavy to tote around in my backpack. I love water. As of now, I have refilled my aforementioned bottle twice in the space of an hour. I can't eat a meal without a glass of water close at hand. A guy once told me I would probably die of water intoxication. I thought he was exaggerating until I read about that woman who died during a radio water-drinking contest. But she didn't go to the bathroom. I go. I keep my system clean and clear. At any rate, I don't think I could quit if I wanted to. I love my aqua, gotta have my H20 fix at all times. So, maybe I am an aquaholic.
Final thought: Pass the water.
It's been a long time, baby
Due to the convergence of a number of events, I've been kept (involuntarily) from updating my blog.
1. For the Thai New Year (Songkran), my maid went home to Laos. Thus, all the little tasks she performed, and which I took for granted, I must now do. I don't really mind the sweeping and mopping, but God, I hate washing dishes and ironing. The latter because no matter how well I iron, once I start folding, all my neat handiwork falls apart. I've actually considered going to work at the Gap just long enough for them to teach me the proper technique to fold a button-down shirt. Seriously. Anyhow, between the wiping and scrubbing and whatnot, haven't had the time (or energy) to post. I'm a regular Cinderella!
2. Preparing to teach a class is more than half the work! Every morning, I'll be scrambling to finish up my powerpoint slides or supplementary materials. I was always taught to have a Plan B, and boy, do all teachers need a Plan B. Nothing is worse than getting only forty minutes into a three-hour period and realizing you have now run out of activities and must improvise. Ugh.
3. Did I mention it's Songkran? That means visiting with relatives, mostly, and I have a lot of relatives. A lot.
So, here I am, posting after a long time and wondering when I'll have enough initiative to change my blog's look again. Soon, I hope. Anyhow, that's what's been up. I also wanna answer all my comments, because it was so nice for people to post them. Please forgive me if I take awhile.
Man, I hada weird dream the other night. Not of the blue variety, but totally freaky. I was in this cramped little house and there was a little girl with me. She was being totally annoying and naughty and I yelled at her, "Well, I'm your mother now and you have to do what I say!" What the heck? Freud would've had a field day, but I have no idea what it's about.
Final thought: Happy Songkran to everyone!
The little matters that are my life
Been having a crazy time of it. Stuff that just keeps me rundown. Plus, trying to keep my wrist from conking out - doing everything with my left hand slows me down. Last week, was stuck at a new lecturer orientation. Turned out better than I thought; I usually hate being stuck into situations where I'm forced to hang out with a bunch of new people all at once, but I just told myself "Screw it" and I ended up having an okay time. They took us on a retreat to this really nice resort and we stayed up way past midnight singing karaoke. Course, when I got back, there was the little matter of preparing to teach my summer reading course. Turns out I have two groups, which means basically I have to teach the entire day. Ugh, but at least it's a skill I'm comfortable with; plus, I get to make my own materials. Yeah! I hope my students don't mind trying to figure out what can be inferred about Sam Winchester or what word is closest in meaning to "conspiracy". Yes, I am a nut. At any rate, I've been wondering lately what constitutes real, honest-to-God nuttiness. Like, hypothetically, is it nutty to keep calling and messaging someone who has refused to answer anything from you for at least a month? Just curious. If you've made it quite clear (without actually saying it, though) that you no longer what to fraternize with someone, shouldn't they get the message and leave you alone? It doesn't border on stalker-material or anything, but still, hello. Weird.
Final thought: There are more things in heaven and earth...