My heart bleeded, girl

So, how appropriate is it that I get to use my favorite line from "Hootenanny" twice in one week? But that's my only possible response to Lance's Halloween costume. Otherwise, I have no words. None at all. I heart him so very much. The idea that he is that much of a perv, although in a dorky way, makes me very, very happy.

Okay, so maybe I do have words.

I'm going to sign up for SeSa, I've decided. I think I may be insane to do that, as I have two challenge stories due already, but merryish's post has persuaded me. But I don't know what to ask for. I have three OTPrefs, but only one BSB I would consider. Hmm, what to do, what to do?

I read OotP in June, like everybody else. Now, I'm listening to it while I walk everyday. Can I just say how annoying I'm finding everyone to be the second time around? With the possible exception of Hermione, Remus, Mr. Weasley, and of course, Fred and George, I just want to smack them all. Hard.



The school I work for has a new Superintendent this year. I think she has adopted Dolores Umbridge as her role model. The woman has been forcing all the teachers to keep a piece of rubber cheese on their desks to remind them of the book "Who Moved My Cheese," because she's making changes, you know. No one could possibly comprehend the depth of my hatred for that book, possibly caused by having to interpret that book four times in Health class in the past three years. Today, when the entire school was gathered on the front lawn to wish the cross country team good luck as they left for the state finals, instead of going to homeroom, she was wearing a Halloween costume that included a piece of cheese on her head.

That's the other thing that kills me about this school district. The elementary schools don't do costumes or decorating, because too many parents are sensitive to the deeper meanings of Halloween, *rolls eyes and hopes that doesn't offend anyone* but the high school goes all out. Students and teachers wear costumes all day if they want to, and we have homeroom door decorating contests involving donuts for a month and pizza parties. And don't forget the Superintendent wearing cheese on her head.

It's been a long damn week. I love my students to death. Probably more than I'm supposed to, to keep it professional. Six years with the same two students will do that. I wish they were just Deaf, or that their learning disabilities were enough to document. I'm trying so hard to get them ready for college, and it's not really my responsibility, but it *is* and it's so frustrating. *sigh* I'm tired today.

Whoa, if anyone is still reading this, I'm impressed.

If I don't stop with the Friday night bottle of wine, I'll never get any writing done tonight. I wonder what Larry is making me for dinner? I can smell something good. I'm so excited it's Friday.

It's been a long fucking week. I think I already said that.