Feb - ru - ary

I love February. I have always loved February. Its all pink and lovely. I have never had a Valentine though, so I don't know why I like it so much. But February birthdays are sweet, and lots of cool people have February birthdays. I turn 24 on Sunday. I am old, I feel old, I am teacher. I can't believe I have a career. A career that I love. I don't even feel like I should have a job, that I am ready for a job. I think in my head I am still 17.

Last night our basketball girls took in another win. We are 7 and 1 since Christmas. We basically rock. I went for drinks with friends (not with the basketball team) after the game. That was nice. I feel like I have not done that in forever. It brought back fond memories of Thirsty Thursdays. A friend and I ended up at the only "club" in town afterwards. It was actually really fun, despite the nasties and old people. I got to dance. I love to dance. At one point a guy asked me to dance. I said no. It felt good.

This week is Homecoming. I have decided I like this gay ass American tradition. It is not so bad. We had a ton of fans at our game last night, packed the place up. There is a dance tonight, I am a chaprone. I am excited.

Thats all.


(One of my first grade students ends every story with "thats all." Not "The End." -- "There was a mouse in my house, my mom streamed. I wanted to kill it. Thats all."

I am sick, and it sucks. I feel like there is a two headed four armed monster inside my stomach yelling and gurgling his brains out while he attachs my stomach lining with wooden spoons. I have other issues, but I'll spare you the details.

No body has a new post on their blog, boooo.

That's all.