A little less cranky

I still think that William and Mary might be out to ruin me, but I just did something that was not writing a paper (although now I have to write a paper on it, but whatever) and was actually extremely interesting. There is an online simulation of having a learning disability at this web site. I highly recommend it to teachers, students, friends of teachers, friends of people, pretty much anyone. It is very interesting and will teach you a lot.

Go to this web page http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/misunderstoodminds/intro.html and look for the attention, reading, writing, and mathematics sections. I guarantee it will be an eye opening experience.

So, I'm less cranky and I have learned something. Now I will type out another paper for "the man". Always trying to bring me down.

I AM CRANKY

I am not going to pretend. All of those other journals... maybe not the one about the hole in the plane... were nice and happy. I think I was writing about flowers. But now its time to get real.

I HATE WRITING PAPERS AND I THINK WILLIAM AND MARY IS TRYING TO KILL ME.

I really do because every time I turn around I have another stupid paper to write. And that is what they are: stupid papers. I cannot even do this anymore. In the last four days I have written five papers and I am still not done. I have three more to write for this week alone. How can I have written five papers and not be ready for the week. And how can it have taken me four days... one of which I was not even writing because I had a bad cold (boo hoo) which I blame on them too. They probably implanted the germs in my apartment while I gone on my happy vacation so I would come back and miserable. I hate them because they are trying to ruin my life. I am supposed to be at the beach and in the sun on spring break. I am supposed to be having a nice time. I am NOT supposed to be sitting on my ass in their stupid computer lab hating my life. I hate them. They are evil.

I have nothing else to say about that. I just wanted to post it on the internet so that everyone else can see how evil William and Mary is. E-V-I-L. I'm going to go now and eat in the library next to the "No food or drink" sign. I will have a drink there, too. Then I am going to kick their garbage cans.

Boy, I feel better. I am one cranky lady today.

My Head Does NOT Hurt Thinking About This

I love when everyone leaves my house. For all my years of having roommates, this has been the sacred time. Why, you might ask? Do I hate my roommates? Do I run around naked? Do I do drugs? None of the above. Never hated my roommates. Don't really run around naked, not on purpose. Maybe if I forgot my towel in the other room. Drugs, not at all. I like my roommates to leave my hosue so I can have a dance party. It makes everything so much better. And that is what I am doing right now at 9:47 am on Saturday morning. I am dancing to the Celtic Salsa, and I am very cool and suave while doing it.

This dancing time is the time of BIG RIDICULOUSNESS. I do the big moves. Flashy turns and maybe some jumps. Or leaps. It does not matter what music is on or what else I have to do (case in point I am supposed to be writing a few case studies right now). I am all of a sudden Carmen Miranda (caliente!) or Martha Graham (dramatic!) or a few times I was that famous ice skater guy. He's good! But I cannot remember his name. Brian Boytano? Something. I was dancing to Les Miserables at the time. And I think I was nine.

So I love to dance around when my roommates leave. But there is the ever present problem: being caught in the BIG RIDICULOUSNESS. I think every roommate has caught me in the middle of the big dance move, a jump or such. Angela: the Christina Aguilera shake. Maria: Yellow Submarine Boogie (complete with costume, I was practicing for a grammar lesson... long story). Jenny: Billy Elliott skippy hop and the Charlies Angles opening number. Sara: well, I think she was right there with me, but I am sure she saw some pretty bad, bad as in cool not sucky, moves. Beck? Sexx Laws? I was so cool. I even had an entrance. And the list goes back to my first college days. Anyone remember the Mariah Carey Christmas dance, Bemis girls?

You see, I am and always will be a dancing fool, but if you have not seen me dance during this sacred time, you have not seen me dance. I recently saw myself dancing on my friends' wedding video. It was not the same moves I do at home. I did not look as cool. What was wrong? Where were all my smooth moves? I think its the fear of my inner dancing queen coming out. Maybe it will be too much. Maybe people just won't get where this is coming from. Maybe they will all be jealous. Who knows, but I think my cool moves need to come out. The world is really missing something.

So, now I'm going to do the Celtic Salsa one more time. Really work on honing my moves and then I might be able to get to work.