Random dancing desire
I wanna go dancing. Haven't gone for the longest while and I totally want to. Love dancing. You'd never know it to look at me, I don't think, but I can get my groove on pretty well. The worst part about dancing in Thailand though is that the places you can go are always full of smoke and wannabes. I don't know which is the more hazardous. Anyhow, God, I wanna dance. I wanna beat that I can feel straight through to my toes. Sigh. Back to grading papers though.
Final thought: Boogie!
Standardized tests suck
It's raining cats and dogs outside, but I suppose it fits my mood. I took the GRE today. First off, I hate standardized tests. This is weird, because to tell the truth, and not to brag, I'm quite test-wise. I know all about reading the questions first, and not choosing the most extreme answer, and how there's only one best answer. Know it all; teach it to other people too. Guess what though. Knowing and doing are two completely different verbs. The first section - writing - I completely and utterly spazzed. My mind just went blank. My essay was all over the place. Ick. I wouldn't even give it a high score. And math - geez, don't even get me started with the math. See, this is why I wanna marry a math genius. So when we go out to dinner or tax time rolls around, all I have to do is hand him a calculator, smile sweetly and say, "Honey, it's all yours." I'll handle the complaint letters to mean airlines. I'll fend off telemarketers. I'll even talk to our first-grade teacher when we get called in because our daughter knocked someone's lights out. Anything verbal, you send it over my way. But numbers? Na-uh. Oh, but who am I kidding? I have more chance of figuring out how to solve partial-differential equations mentally than meeting a math guru who a) I can stand and b) can stand me. My love life has been, to use a GRE word, less than prodigious. Which makes sense, seeing as how the most fun I've had this week is standing up against a hot neon ad of a ring while Smithi snapped my pic and Junie laughed. Darn, I'm slipping back into complain mode again. Apparently, that's what I do best.
Final thought: Darn standardized testing.
I'd rather be...
I have a stack of papers to rival the Eiffel Tower that demand grading.
Things I'd rather be doing:
1. Sleeping.
2. Watching Supernatural. Natch.
3. Eating a disgustingly gooey chocolate ice cream sundae with mounds of whipped cream and a marachino cherry.
4. Rearranging my closet.
5. Did I mention sleeping?
6. Origami. Miss that.
7. Curling up with a good book. Preferably a Sidney Sheldon, but alas.
8. Getting my fortune told. Don't put much faith in it, but it's fun.
9. Dancing. Just dancing.
10. Tracing Dean Winchester's jawline...with my tongue. Hahaha.
Final thought: That last one doesn't seem likely to happen anytime soon.
Sucks to be right
I've been having such sugar cravings lately. It's not like me at all. I don't have much of a sweet tooth, never have. Always gone for savory foods more. Perfectly happy to skip dessert. Which is not to say I don't appreciate a moist slice of cake or a scoop of really good ice cream, but when all is said and done, sugar cannot have its way with me. Recently though...I can't get enough. I've been cramming myself with candied fruits and popsicles and candy drops. Maybe I just need the energy. Been pretty drained lately. Work is as hectic as always - doubly so with the finals coming up. As for my personal life...forget about it. Let's just say I'm glad I'm so tied up with work I don't have to waste too much time trying to figure it all out. Coz it's makes no sense. Whatsoever. I'm just going to stay very, very still. You know, the sort of stillness they advise when you're trying to hide from a predator in the woods. That's my plan of action. What really kills me is that - and I don't mean to sound arrogant - but I'm always right. About people, I mean. It's like I can see under all their layers upon layers of social frosting and have a direct scope into their actual person. It doesn't matter how cleverly they hide their real persona; I always manage to penetrate their facade and see them for who they actually are. Believe me - it's right up there with Rogue's ability to suck the life out of people. Not the world's best power. It means I can never just take anything at face value. Without even trying to, I somehow manage to sniff out motive. It sucks. Truly. I just wish I were ignorant sometimes. I wish I wasn't always dead-on when I peg people. Nothing sucks more than saying, "That guy is a jerk. He's nothing but trouble and he's going to hurt you down the line" - and having it come true. At least if you hadn't said it, you can always claim, "But I didn't know!" I knew. I knew and I still went ahead and did it anyway. Who's the dumb one there?
Final thought: Rhetorical question. Hmmm, taught that last week.