holy crap, lois.

it never ends. i had to leave work (ahem. i mean, student teaching. ie working for no $$) early cuz young jules had a rash. fanstastic. she's okay, its just some skin disease. i got an antibiotic. beautiful. anyway.

so they LOVE me at this school. i don't know what the deal is, but the word on the street is that they are all talking about how brilliant and natural i am, and want me to put in an application at city hall a.s.a.p. and the principal will be observing me...i am all aflutter! on one hand, you know how i feel about working in a classroom (oh you don't? i hate it!) on the other...if it's special ed. and it's not a huuuuuuuge class (like 6, 8 or 10) i may be into it...plus...if i get offered a job in a westchester school, um, it's pretty much too flattering to turn down. cuz it's IMPOSSIBLE to get a job in westchester schools. so we'll see...

so i've come to the conclusion that myspace has made the world a little too small for my own comfort. i have found people on there from my high school (my 1st high school) that have become like a legend in my mind...not real...fantasy...and the fact that i can look up all the info and likes and dislikes for people who like this. okay, for instance, when i was a freshman, i was a big douche. as christina and i like to comment, i was so socically retarded that when i tried to smile, i usually looked like a camel. (in other words, like a big douche). my first day of school, i was blindsided by this beautiful boy with long purple hair (john jay had the most beautiful boys in the WORLD)(i kid you not) and i, like a freshman douche, followed him onto his bus...which, you'll imagine, was not MY bus. looking back, i kind of wonder, what the FUCK were you thinking? but onto my original rant...myspace has taken the world of my past present and future (i assume) and made it into an easily accessable software program. i found said purple haired boy on myspace, and was like, no. this cannot be. but yes. there he was. and while i admired this young man from afar (along with many others, whom we called, loverboy, loverboy 2, and so on)i never spoke to him. but now i've SPIED on him. i know what his musical likes are. i know who his heroes are (okay, i have no idea who his heroes are. and while i'm on the subject, why the hell does myspace ask for your heroes? that is so random and ridiculous). it just boggles my mind.

like the title of this blog states, i do think waaay too much. maybe i'll go do some surveys to chill out :)