Also, did I mention that I really like a girl? Her name is a palindrome.
Reading a book unrelated to the primary curriculum or behaviour management strategies for the first time in at least two months. Wow it feels good. Plus I don’t have to make a worksheet or lesson plan at the end of it.
Today in Kindergarten we made Wombat Stew. Thought I would share our recipe. KS’s Gooey Brewy Yummy Chewy Wombat Stew What you need: 1 pot of billabong water (lemonade) 1 fat wombat 2 big blops of billabong mud (chocolate ice cream) 6 fine emu feathers (lots of cut up colourful musk sticks) 100 flies (small pieces of chocolate biscuit) Lots of creepy crawlies (sour worms, red...
Things which are bad: Lost car key number two in as many weeks —> Highly probable need to call a locksmith and spend money I don’t have. The knowledge that I have to work in the morning. Things which are good: Being almost sickeningly smitten. Soy milk. Knowing that there are more things that can be put on this list than the one before it.
Last night was the best night I have had in a long while. I may not have been drinking, or on drugs, or have gotten to bed until 7:30 this morning, but it was worth it one hundred times over. You’re a bit incredible.
Things to do:
If you know me, or anything about what I do/do not eat, you will understand the significance behind the fact that I just walked out of school to Franklins and bought myself a Snickers bar. SHIT IS ROUGH. Kindergarten, you may very well bring about my unravelling. You’re lucky you’re cute/the possibility of seeing Harmony crump [krump?] is enough to make me still want to do this...
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I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile.
So often that it loses its meaning vs. so rarely that it doubles its meaning.
My ability to concentrate is rating at about a 0/10 at the moment, which is not ideal, especially considering I have a take-home exam I have to start and finish by tonight. NB: I am lacking any sort of eloquence at all today.
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In the mood for lying with you in bed, cuddlin’ and swapping stories. Instead I find myself on the annual family pilgrimage to State of Origin, something I could care much more about. And besides, it’s cold and raining real heavy. And you’re much nicer to look at. I’m lame, and not even afraid to admit it.
I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that - I don’t mind people...– Hugh Mackay (via obliteratedheart)
I’m so sorry, I’m so paranoid; It’s something in my head that I can’t avoid.
Hot chocolate, the world is seriously a better place for having you in it.
I have no idea why you would like me, but I sure am glad that you do.
Emotions I do not cope with well at all: disappointment. Not in a toddler-tantrum-throwing type way, but if I work myself up to do something, and shower for it, wait around for it, and then ‘it’ isn’t anything anymore, I will probably cry, no matter how mundane said ‘it’ is. I don’t mean to, it just kinda…happens.
My mum keeps baking and packing me unhealthy treats for recess. She means well, but now I feel like a fat blob and am genuinely surprised to find that my limbs are still distinguishable from the rest of my body. Ugh. Healthy time now.
For the past week, and for the next three weeks, I am Miss Davidson to a group of adorable kindie kids. Memorable Quotes/Moments include: S: Miss Davidson, you’re so beautiful, are you from Africa? O: *Laughing hysterically* And…then…I…vomited…on…my…homework…book, and guess what I vomited? TUNA! S: Miss Davidson, is your favourite animal the...
She wipes her tears back as she sings how broken hands make broken things.