Tuesday, February 19, 2013


I got my wisdom teeth out on Saturday.

I thought it was a good compromise to my bunion surgery from two years ago.  I like to balance my 80-year old side with the acne and wisdom teeth removal of a teenager.

The entire ordeal wasn't super bad; in fact, I don't remember most of it.  But it has resulted in a permanent state of hunger and some face pain.  Which has in turn led to high consumption of ice cream and gogurt. Delicious, but only for so long.

Mostly I've been sleeping the last three days.  Which is boring.  So this will lead us to another topic.

The student who made fun of my forehead (eight-head) two weeks ago started making fun of my eyebrows last week.  This kid is brutal!  It's like he knows every insecurity of my life and he has a goal to bring all of it to surface.  Either he has remarkable insight for a 12 year old, or I was insecure for good reason.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Baby Blue

Kind of legitimately excited to see a real picture of Beyonce and Jay-Z's baby Blue Ivy:

Beyonce, Blue Ivy, Instagram

Totally has some Jay features up on that little face of hers.  I love it so much.

So glad for this Valentines Day miracle.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


A face only a mother could love:

Or a creepy weird stalker girl could also love it.

PS: one of my student only refers to me as 'Miss weird teacher lady'.  It's my official title now.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

You guys

These are my confessions:

I'm kind of excited to see that movie Safe Haven.  There, I said it.

I'm extremely and weirdly interested in the fetus growing in Kim Kardashians uterus.  I don't really know why...but it probably has to do with Kanye being the daddy.  Mostly I want to know what it will look like.  And if it will go on play dates with Blue Ivy.  And if Kanye will write a rap song about the baby like Jay-z did.  Also, I'm really glad Beyonce and Jay had a baby before Kimye because for some reason it's better that way.  I have more to say about this but I'll stop here.  As you can see, it's already gone too far.

I've been going to the gym so that I can run without feeling like I want to die.  I don't feel like I'm going to die as much anymore, but I still hate running.  Can someone please help me love it?  I don't know if it's possible.

Justin Bieber is a genius and has suckered me, along with millions of other people, into buying the same songs over and over again.  But the fact that its acoustic really does matter!  If you haven't got JB's new acoustic album, get it now.  It is delicious and heart-wrenching.  And yes, it is ok to like JB and 1D both.

One of my students does Mexican wrestling.  How awesome is that?  She has a mask and everything. On a related note, I'm a little scared of her now.

I want to get a summer job overseas.  Shocking, right?  Please tell me this is possible.

This is one of my most favorite paintings ever:


I'm getting my wisdom teeth out soon.  I'm excited to eat a lot of pudding.

Lastly, I'm trying to start a choir at my school.  The hope is find the next Lauryn Hill like Whoopi did in Sister Act 2.  It would be joyful, joyful.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013


I have one student who has been openly hateful towards me since we first met. Like, he tells me he hates me and my class. To my face. Several times a day.
I've never been so openly resented before in my life, so it mostly makes me laugh. The amount of anguish he feels when he walks in and sits down is tangible; he counts down the minutes as soon as he gets there and rushes out as soon as the bell rings.
I love it.
However, something has changed in this student in the last couple days and he has been less hateful towards me. We laugh together now. It's very strange, but welcome. He still doesn't love it, but I feel like he doesn't hate it as much.

Today I was talking to this student and he pointed to my calendar on the wall. Currently the photo for February is this:

So maybe I got a 1D calendar. So what.
Anyways, my student, out of the blue, asks "Do you think that guy has a five-head?"
I laughed. I was impressed he had heard of the five-head. And lucky for me, I had my bangs pulled back today. I looked at him and said, "Whats wrong with a five-head?"
I demonstrated my five-head status. Proving that there is, in fact, nothing wrong with it
Student came back with a ZINGER though, and a realization I had never before entertained.
He said, "But Miss, you have giant hands. A normal persons hands would make you have an eight-head or something".

(A for the truth. And for sadness)