...Just a Cruel Illusion...

I should post here more, but I don't. Hell, I barely post on LJ anymore either, mostly I stream my twitter through there-- that is the epitomy of laziness. I know.

Only another week of vacation. :O Fuck it, I'm going to be as lazy as I want.

Laundry for the week is tackled: washed, folded and hanged, though not all put away. It'll have to do for now. I didn't finish lesson planning, though I'm about to do that, at least enough to get me through tomorrow. I'm feeling a little unmotivated lately on the work end of things, and honestly maybe I've just been in survival mode, waiting for the next day off to actually take a breath. I need to shake that off quick-like, but I think it'd take a few days off to accomplish. Thanksgiving holidays need to hurry.

Instead of being smart and getting ahead on my lesson planning, I spent the day instead at a street fair in Picayune. Which, was oddly nice even though I hadn't wanted to initially go. I got to spend the afternoon with my kidlet, Ambi, and my mom, just a girls' day out kinda thing. I didn't buy much of anything--a bag of satsumas were my big splurge--but it was still a good way to waste a day. Plus, gas was only $1.88 there! \o/ That alone made it worth the thirty minute drive.

I've downloaded all the episodes I need to catch up on Heroes and House, which I plan on doing on my day off Tuesday. Don't forget to vote, ya'll!

The clips on YouTube of Boondock Saints II filming make me happy liek whoa.

That is all.

How was your day, flist?

-- Well, look on the bright side, now that you've given up men, booze and cigarettes, running your mouth is the only bad habit you have left.
( -- That's right. I'm a model of fucking perfection. )

Bored-ish. Work leaves me no time for noooothing and I'm several episodes behind on House and Heroes. Thankfully only half an episode behind on SPN, and that's only because I got sick Thursday and spent half the show horking. :P

Speaking of work, I had lesson plans (still not complete), report cards (went well), academic review (which resembled the inquisition), and a consultant observation (the worst experience of my professional life) in addition to my normal responsibilities all last week. It wiped me out mentally and emotionally. As revenge, I skeeved off of doing anything productive this past weekend, which in retrospect was neither mature nor advisable as I am scrambling today to get ahead. Seminar is tomorrow night (ugh), and I have a workshop at the Audubon this Saturday (yay). Enough of that.

We has musical Buffy, which is made of luls when your family can belt all of the songs out at full volume. I think I had a real post to put here, but I'm not up for it.

How're things for you, flist? Anyone around for some chat or tigging? I'll take txt or comment porn.

( angsty bromance FTW.. um, references next week's SPN episode )

Saturday is the day I normally swear to not do anything work related. I feel I'll fail on that account today because I'm so fucking behind on everything that if I don't do at least a little then I know I'll regret it.
Weds, Thurs, and Fri are our end of term exams, which means that all of my grades must be in by next weekend. It also means that I've officially survived the first quarter of school.

O.M.G. \o/ I seriously cannot believe I've made it this long.

These kids kill me. Every single day I find another dozen reasons to love them, another dozen reasons to fight for making them overcome their learned helplessness, another dozen reasons to get them through school to get them better lives, and another dozen reasons to want to just shake some sense into them. Yeesh.

Today though was a very good day. My boys play flag football and Saturdays are game days; I've made it a point to always go if I'm physically able, and I have been with the exception of last weekend when I was in Florida. On Saturdays, I can just enjoy them being children and they can be as goofy and rowdy as they want without me having to worry that I about keeping them in line and wasting valuable learning time. I love Saturdays. Plus, we won both of our games today 26-18 and 8-0. So, big yay there.

It was a very very good day. Plus, we got new uniforms and that was made of squee for the kids. They looked good and they played great. Go, Owls! :D

I need to do some housework and grade some papers, but I'm otherwise around, ya'll. So if you want to poke me then I'd be happy to come on and chat. Ta, flist. <333

( Just the opening sequence.. and SPOILER CUT )

( Will the hero or the villain inside of us win the day? Spoiler-cut, duh. )

( In which I abuse quotations, exclamations, and capslocks. )

Apparently, my IJ layout has broken. Halp? Anyone have another?

OMG.. THREE HOURS OF HEROE-Y GOODNESS!! *FLAILYFIT* AND TEALDEER RECAP SQUEE!

Oh, yeah, lot's of capslocksy flailing behind cut. ( And, duh, spoilers... )

Today, my day was long but good. I woke up ridiculously early to go into the city, but still missed 99% of the football game I was getting up early to see. That sucks hardcore, as I told some of the boys from my class that I'd be there, but they were still happy that I showed up at all. Then I had a teachers expo to go to at the Cabildo and that was made of win because I got a few ideas for things to work into my curricula and I networked with a lot of people. Plus, the kidlet and I got to have coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde since we were down there anyway, and we caught a jazz band playing in Jackson Square and that tickled Adara to pieces since the trumpeter in the band couldn't have been more than fourteen. She actually just started music lessons herself and seeing another kid being kick-ass musically talented was exciting for her. Then we went way across the river to Terrytown so she could go to a birthday party. It was fun, though apparently she has forgotten how to roller skate so there was much flailing and falling.

Now we're home and I'm tired and content and trying not to think to hard about tomorrow or, heaven help me, Monday. Saturday is the one day a week that I refuse to do anything work (and therefore stress) related.

So, ( cut for SPN premiere spoilery things )

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

( spoiler cut, yeah, for a random and scattered sort of recap )

Stupid hurricane. Stupid government. I wouldn't leave until tomorrow evening, seeing as the projected track has it not hitting us directly, but since the government is initializing contraflow on the interstate at 4am then it looks like I have no choice but to go now if I want to take the route I'd like to Georgia.

So, dear flist, if you need to contact me then txt me. I'll keep my phone on always.

Yesterday I had my students write about Gustav and Katrina, it was Katrina's 3 year anniversary, then I cried over some of the what they wrote. I'm not so much scared of the coming storm, seeing as we've survived worse, but I do feel a bit ill with worry when I wonder if my school will be there when I come back or what if some fool decides to loot our house while we're gone.. Argh! I don't even want to leave. I hate this.

Leaving when the storm hasn't even hit the Gulf seems so ridiculous to me and I feel like the local government is forcing me into it by rerouting the interstates into contraflow. So, there you go.

I'm heading to Georgia, flist, just like with Katrina. Have no idea when we'll get there, as traffic is at a crawl according to the news, but I'll keep you updated as I can. Though, there is one good thing about this.. I'll try to see you tomorrow, cherryscott!

Sweet baby samchrist (or, deity of your choosing).. I have no time in my life whatsofuckingever now. ( Teaching, ya'll, is the hardest shit I've ever done. )

Gah, I wish I had the time to update this more, flist, I haven't been keeping up with Systematics either, though I have a thousand journal entries from the past three weeks. I miss you so much and I'm so behind on things, so how you doin?

Also: HURRICANE! *flaily-shoo-hands* GO AWAY GUSTAV! Ya'll, my city just might not be able to stand another hurricane. If you saw just how much is still devastated from Katrina.. *shakes head* Unbelievable and heartbreaking and even a Category 1 might be too much for it to handle.

I HAS A TEACHING PLACEMENT! SCHOOL STARTS MONDAY OMGEEEEEEPSOOONOTREADY!

*coughs* That is all. You may return to your regularly scheduled smut now.


edit: Less caps-lock-y and more pensive post here.

( Life is like a bunch of chocolates.. heh, my sister is allergic to chocolate. )

( Omg, I'm about to flop over dead... )

( random rambling is as rambly randoming... well, y'know. )

( cut to save my flists )

Warning: Watch for bad words and falling rocks and occasional capslocks o' flail. Oh, yeah, and spoilers.

( ZOMGHOUSEFINALE!@#$ASDFLJKH!!TEALDEER! )

( CUT-CUT-CUTTY-HUGE-MCSPOILERY-CUT )

This episode made the entire season worth it ( and, so, insert spoiler cut.. )

Oh, SPN. Still following the hallowed third season tradition of upping the gore, I see..

( spoilerific )

I haven't posted any House-squee since the beginning of this season. I'm behind like that. Welcome to my world, where I should have my own obscure calendar system based on the Incan year, Celtic holidays, my current FSH hormone cycle, what time it is on the dark side of the moon, and porn. But, anyway..

Here is the most recent episode, a day late, but it's not because this episode was so thinky that I had to put much thought into it. Still even an average episode of this show is better than most of the dreck out there.

( spoiler cut )

And, be still my heart, but who played Evan Greer on last night's ep? None other than Jason Lewis. Drool bibs should have been provided. Now he should guest on SPN, that'd make my year, babycakes.

Next week looks good. Even if maybe I'll be watching mostly to see Cuddy wearing that.