Today I ate apples and peanut butter while providing homework help to a few fifth grade boys. Then I was snubbed because they didn’t like my Damien Rice CD and I’m not cool enough to be seen playing sports with. So I’m sitting here waiting around for I’m not sure what, feeling a lot like I remember feeling around 3rd and 4th grade. Little Kristy the reject. So sad.
Oh wait, now I’m surrounded by a swarm of akward eigth grade boys fighting over quarters and the vending machine. I was like this once too. Except I was a girl.
This morning was productive. I did some errands for the dance company, so that everything would be in order for the fundraiser this weekend(crosses fingers). It was pretty rewarding to have both the woman at the stationary store and two employees at the printing center compliment my work. Its also a rad feeling to know that there are 2000 postcards printed and soon to be distributed with my work on them. Also I made idle conversation with the employees at Harvest while some crazy guy took about 12 minutes to make my Mochachino. They told me to come back sometime, but I declined and gave them a 1$ tip for no reason.
Went shopping at Landmark center, got a 16×20 frame for a print and a CD. Then I came to work and hung out with Pre-K. Those little things with their big heads and eyes and little bodies crack me up. They’re hysterical. We played some song/game called Puncherella (i think) and then ran around the playground, them screaming after me that they would turn me into a frog. After running about for a while they went home and I came to do setup for my group. While cutting apples and listening to my new CD I got a little inexplicably weepy…. and I’m not even PMSing… so who knows what thats about. I think it was just the sentimental nature of the CD. His voice is really dreamy and makes me swoon… or something.
I’m gonna go. Because this = me saying nothing important.
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