pensating in pink

First of all, sorry for being a hobo-blogger. I've been sorting through some blogger-identity issues. And sorry to Matt for changing my picture. I'm not sorry enough to change it back, though. I kind of like it. It suits my mood for now.

I worked with the funniest 9 yr old boy today. He told nonsensical knock knock jokes for about 45 minutes, and played with my toy cars for the other 45 minutes. He also took an awesome picture of the sky with my cell phone and put it on the wallpaper. Overall, a delightful shift.

It was a slightly traumatic week. I said goodbye to one of my clients, which hit me way harder than I expected it too. Turns out, I'm pretty emotionally invested in my kids. I haven't decided if that's good or unhealthy. I also haven't decided whether or not I can help the amount of passion I pour into my work. If I am a fairly passionate person in general, can I control it or not? Anyway, a mere smattering of things that have been going on in my head.

On a brighter note, life here has been more than merely Gloom and Wrenching Passion. Here are some examples of what Ellyn and I do in our free time:

wahoo!

I have now been officially accepted into the Master in Teaching program. This time next year I will be trying desperately to make a classroom full of high school students care about English. And Spanish. But probably not at the same time. So hip hip hurrah!

shakespeare!

If you ever are in need of something fun to do, I highly recommend acting out King Lear with your friends. Here are some photos of the ensuing marvel:

poetry and car crashes

well, maybe not actual crashes... near misses would be a more appropriate term for the situation. but here's my burning question of the day: do any of you ever have poetry (silly, serious, or otherwise) explode like a cist in your mind so that you can do nothing else but write it down right then and there?

that happened to me today. unfortunately, i was driving at the time. picture me, if you will, driving down ash frantically scribbling on old receipts and trying not to crash into parked cars. yes, i realize it's dangerous.

the clincher is that it was definitely a very silly poem about suicidal squirrels and vehicular homicide. it wasn't even deep and meaningful.

more vivid dreams

In this most recent one, a man of my acquaintance proclaimed his love for me publicly and decided we were dating seriously. Without any input from me. Now, this man in real life is charming and delightful, but I woke up in a rage against him. Until I realized that I was only dreaming. Then I was a little disappointed.