Ok, here's the deal. I've decided what I have hidden behind this cut is the most important thing ever written. I honestly cry/restore my faith in humanity when I read it.

( The Most Important Thing Ever )

So, I'm at work right now. They have too many people working. I'd just leave, but I need the money. I'm doing phones. It's exciting. I sit here. That's it. Liz knows my pain ( Read more... )

Liz- we should go see Altar Boys.

In addition to Amanda and I's decision to name our walls, we have now identified specific snowman cookies as certain members of the Iowa debate community:

The happy/semi-retarded looking on is Ernie
The very large one is Sheaff
The moderately large one is Steve
The deformed one (with a crack through it) is Renzi.

I'm on a secret mission: I will be taking a shuttle flight to Washington. I have secret information for President Roosevelt...it's about the "Panama Canal"

Gerbils love the cold and snow. They thrive in it.

Finally! I get to teach a whole lesson all by myself, and I'm going to teach some relevent...something modern...the Internet! err...homonyms.

So yeah, I'm actually teaching tomorrow. Not bell to bell or anything. Just the two afternoon classes. I have a nifty powerpoint and handouts! YAY!!

16 minutes later: Still crying. Steve, not Pete or Ernie.

Well kids, I'm in the process of watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with Renzi and Ernie. The three of use were cuddling together on the futon and a particularly touching scene came on with a girl dying of cancer. All of a sudden Ernie and I look over to Steve. Lo and behold, Mr. Steve Renzi was crying because of the movie ( Read more... )

Wow. I couldn't have asked for a better night. Well, aside from the car accident. But after that everything took a pleasant turn for the better. I returned home and Amanda said it was time to go pick up Steve and go to Plaza. We got to Steve's apartment and Amanda proclaimed her need to pee. We decided to go up to Steve apartment and pee. ( Read more... )