Under riotous skies I walk alone
It's sparkling out, sunny and wonderful. I'm sitting here with my cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee feeling on top of the world. I just finished my first week of actual student teaching and it has gone quite well. I have found that I actually look forward to teaching the lessons that I design, and the students have at least tolerated them. I feel that I am still moving forward even though my life has changed a lot since August, and I am still reinventing myself for the better.
Last night was awesome. I picked up Sarah after work and we went to Pizza Hut for a thick, greasy pizza that just tasted like heaven (take that abs) and then went to Meijer for - get this - some non-alcoholic beer because I was curious. I will NEVER drink alcohol, the whole concept just makes me feel a little ill, losing your wits and having your senses dulled like that, but I like the taste of beer a little so I bought a six-pack and had one and it was neat. And then Sarah and I just vegged out, held eachother and talked. It was just great. I'm all smiley just thinking about it. We are most likely going camping next weekend to the coloured-leaved northwoods of Wisconsin; thinking about waking up in a tent, without an alarm clock to aid me, next to Her Cuteness...oh, I could weep openly right now. 'Tis been so long since I've had a real weekend. Take me take me take me take me now. Now! now! now! now! now!!!
Lets see...Kati and Scott got married last week. The ceremony was held in a beautiful church that had a Scandanavian feel to it and they both looked very beautiful. Like Herbie said it's nice seeing a putz like Scott make it for once. Maybe the tides are turning, maybe there is hope for us all. The reception was a hog roast, affording Sarah and I little to eat bar some bread and some candy. But we danced (yeah, Sarah danced a little, and it only took 11 beers; just kidding!) and had fun, a very nice warm night. I still have to get Kati and Scott a wedding present.
On a darker note, I have a friend who's dad is either at the end or near it. The last I heard he had slipped into a coma. I don't know what to feel. I'm torn. The man has been suffering greatly for the last month or two, and the chance of full recovery looks very slim. I don't want to say that I want him to die, not at all, but I don't want him to go on living like he was. I feel that death is a great release, a release from misery and woe and not an end but rather a beginning. I'll just say that I hope for a beginning somewhere in all of this. And I hope my friend is okay. I wish I could talk to him, but I don't know how.
Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Put the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
The desert wind
Will cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead - Beck, Tuesday, September 24th.
It's sparkling out, sunny and wonderful. I'm sitting here with my cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee feeling on top of the world. I just finished my first week of actual student teaching and it has gone quite well. I have found that I actually look forward to teaching the lessons that I design, and the students have at least tolerated them. I feel that I am still moving forward even though my life has changed a lot since August, and I am still reinventing myself for the better.
Last night was awesome. I picked up Sarah after work and we went to Pizza Hut for a thick, greasy pizza that just tasted like heaven (take that abs) and then went to Meijer for - get this - some non-alcoholic beer because I was curious. I will NEVER drink alcohol, the whole concept just makes me feel a little ill, losing your wits and having your senses dulled like that, but I like the taste of beer a little so I bought a six-pack and had one and it was neat. And then Sarah and I just vegged out, held eachother and talked. It was just great. I'm all smiley just thinking about it. We are most likely going camping next weekend to the coloured-leaved northwoods of Wisconsin; thinking about waking up in a tent, without an alarm clock to aid me, next to Her Cuteness...oh, I could weep openly right now. 'Tis been so long since I've had a real weekend. Take me take me take me take me now. Now! now! now! now! now!!!
Lets see...Kati and Scott got married last week. The ceremony was held in a beautiful church that had a Scandanavian feel to it and they both looked very beautiful. Like Herbie said it's nice seeing a putz like Scott make it for once. Maybe the tides are turning, maybe there is hope for us all. The reception was a hog roast, affording Sarah and I little to eat bar some bread and some candy. But we danced (yeah, Sarah danced a little, and it only took 11 beers; just kidding!) and had fun, a very nice warm night. I still have to get Kati and Scott a wedding present.
On a darker note, I have a friend who's dad is either at the end or near it. The last I heard he had slipped into a coma. I don't know what to feel. I'm torn. The man has been suffering greatly for the last month or two, and the chance of full recovery looks very slim. I don't want to say that I want him to die, not at all, but I don't want him to go on living like he was. I feel that death is a great release, a release from misery and woe and not an end but rather a beginning. I'll just say that I hope for a beginning somewhere in all of this. And I hope my friend is okay. I wish I could talk to him, but I don't know how.
Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Put the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
The desert wind
Will cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead - Beck, Tuesday, September 24th.
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