Ramblings of a total Zack girl

~ITEM: my favorite former babysitting clients are really just amazingly awesome people. I did not properly appreciate it at the time, but they found me on Facebook and are all joining groups that are pro-human rights and talking about soccer season and I'm all...wow, I bet we could have been friends if I wasn't so incredibly socially handicapped. I'm glad they found me!

~ITEM: it's weird to go to library storytime and only have to watch Jeeves and Wooster; I'm used to having to constantly headcount, chase toddlers out of corners, and watch for pinchy fingers. Also, it's weird being called "one of the moms" but Awkward to say, "They're not mine" so I just sort of smile politely.

~ITEM: I think I'm going to have to cut like a third of the essay I'm writing on feminism and sexuality because it's too friggin personal for my English class; however, I'm thinking I will probably post it publicly on LJ. My life, so logical.

~ITEM: I really wish I could figure out why I am so damn TIRED all the time lately. It's ridiculous.

~ITEM: coarse-ground cornmeal is NOT AT ALL what I should have used for cornbread. *sigh*

~ITEM: Greta wanted to write something POWERFUL and POP, but NOT OVERLY SENTIMENTAL. I adore her darling FACE and her IDEA OF FEMININITY and basically EVERYTHING ABOUT HER. Not that any of you are surprised about that. (But now I want to hunt down her new boys' former bands' music.)

So you know how after three months of hardly EVER exercising due to schedule wackiness and laziness, you should ease back in?


...apparently I don't.


*eases onto bed with heating pads, homework, and Greek*

(Claire told me they pwn people with LATIN, okay, there are things I can resist and things I cannot resist. Even though I have to watch large portions of it through my embarrassment!squick fingers. (That gets better, right? Right?))

I feel like DEATH. Naturally, today I have a job interview. *hides under the covers*

( Whining...you may skip )

Exercise 45 min crosstrainer, 15 min "Monster", 7 laps.

Oh, ahah, must tell this story of the bitter woman:

Arriving at the pool at the same time I did was a cute blonde girl, there to swim laps at the same time I did. I heard her tell the woman she was with that she would just swim ten laps and be right out. Okay, shrug, get swimming. She beat my time. Despite swimming three more laps than I did.

Oh, yeah, did I mention? She was about eight years old.

Brat. *sulks under the covers, sucking her thumb*

ETA: Apparently a lot of people had sucky Mondays. *glomps all of them*

I'm going to read Leaky and then go to bed.

There is a little girl in my daycare who doesn't speak a word of English. Only Chinese. And she howls all day long. So I'm going to call a friend who speaks Chinese and ask for a few easy phrases. The fact that it gives me the excuse to call the Boy is totally irrelevant. Naturally.


I am shamelessly copycatting Beffers and reporting my exercising to my flist. YES. I AM GOING TO EXERCISE. AND IF I DON'T, YOU ARE TO BEAT ME WITH STICKS.

1/2 hr over 150, crosstrainer (starting low because I haven't really exercised in months and MONTHS)
1/2 hr slow walking

ETA: SQ is back up and there are no...detectable...differences...???