Word of the day: Monday. For that's what today was, and it was a grumpy Monday.
2nd word of the day: Akimbo. Because I like that word.

Another one of my kindergartners told me that I had a lot of freckles. YES I'm breaking out, and they aren't freckles, they are zits. Drew stared at me today while he picked his nose and ate his booger. Sadly enough, I rember the days when I used to do this. At least I didn't smear my boogers on the wall, like Audrey did. I remember making her clean them off.......ANYWAY...... Cade laughed when he realized that one of his classmates didn't understand the value of zero. I raised my eyebrows at him, when really, I thought it was hilarious too. Rebecca counted all the way up through 22 before she realized that she couldn't find zero. FAIL. No, not really, that's mean...

Wind is bad for umbrellas.

Greasy sightings today: 2. Boo. At least this time, I didn't shake much.

Dr. Stewart is an interesting man. He makes himself sound really theological by using big words, but the sentence structure is all screwed up. And his eyebrows distract me. And texting Molly when she's sitting right next to me distracts me. But keep that a secret, or he'll get onto me. Maybe not, because he liked my captivating presentation a couple weeks ago about taking the Lord's name in vain. But that's only because the first paragraph included the beginning line of "I Like Big Butts".

Acting class was way heavy. We had to act out scenes that were very close to deep emotional experiences that we had gone through personally so that we could draw from our emotions. Oh man. It was painful. I sort-of relived the very beginning of the break-up incidents, as well as the first few moments that I found out Greasy was with Liz. It was way to close to home, and I was still shaking for a little while afterwards. I think my classmates were scared by my performance. I was surprised by how easily I could still tap into that emotion. When I really concentrate on those moments, I can almost fully remember every ounce of pain--that's how strong they are.

Thanks, Greasy.

Scripture of the day: Proverbs 4:23

I paid attention to a whole CHOW class!

I had to pee three times through my night class. It was slightly embarrassing, but a glass or orange juice and two cups of coffee will do that to ya. I discovered, too, that simple children's drawings of a house, person, and tree, can say a lot about how they feel. Like if a stick figure's arms are AKIMBO. I don't remember what it signifies, but it means something. And that runaways draw people with no feet. During class, I drew Lisa a picture of her yelling at Alyssa for jumping on her bed. Alyssa's head was stuck in the ceiling and she was cussing a Lisa. And I only used five colors.

It is COLD in here. Lisa and I were passing Mac, and we were discussing how much I loved shorts and the fact that I can't wear them anymore. Then some guy yelled at us out his window. "SHUT! UP!" I don't know who it was, or I might've thrown my mug at him. As we walked away, I yelled back. "Stick that in your juice box and suck it!" But I was laughing, so it wasn't necessarily intelligible.

Song of the day: I'm Already Gone.
Dumb depressing acting class and fog and afternoon.