GraduateGirl

I borrowed this from a friend's site. Fun, fun, fun.

I am:

eternally sleeply.

I know:

how to speak Swahili.

I have:

a naughty & secret love affair with Cheetoes(orange fingers)

I wish:

I could change my last name to something glamourous.

I hate:

girls who can't tell the difference between "sexy" & "slutty"

I miss:

college life/teaching college and "clubbing."

I fear:

that I will not be financially stable/have a home by 30

I hear:

that big boobs are out: woe is me.

I search:

for at least one personal item every day. I'm too absent-minded.

I wonder:

if someday I would like to have kids. I'm really not sure.

I regret:

some of the people I have dated.

I love:

Mr. S. But he will never know that, because I can't say it.

I ache:

when I am gassy. It's too much to clench my ass cheeks together. Especially if I'm teaching and weaving in and out of the students' desk, teaching. Hey- just being honest. Leave me alone. You get gassy, too.

I care:

about the people whose family name will die out if their parents don't give birth to sons. This honestly concerns me.

I always:

try to be sincere with everyone that I love. Keith, this includes you. I do love you. We're friends forever.

I am not:

punctual. I am always making excuses for being late. Sometimes, my lies are very outrageous. Lies I have told for being late to work: "There was an accident on the freeway." "My car broke down/wouldn't start." "I have food poisoning." Wow, the more I write these down, the more I am ashamed. Am I the only one that does this???

I dance:

quite well. I'm a dancing queen/maniac on the dancefloor.

I sing:

extraordinarily. I might as well toot my own horn. TOOT!

I do not always:

grade every single assignments I give. If I am behind, minor (emphasis on minor) assignments go in the trash. I recently learned that many teachers do this, actually.

I should not:

have to teach 9th graders how to use a period or capital letters or spell check or a computer keyboard or a semicolon! I mean seriously, how long have they been in school now?

I write:

-most often- when I am feeling sad or confused about life.

I win:

when it comes to having sensual, luscious lips.

I lose:

at board games constantly. But I still love them.

I confuse:

my boyfriend when I can't remember snippets of meaningful conversations we have had. It's a personal flaw and incessantly annoys him. I wish I could change it.

I listen:

to NPR and love it.

I go:

to the hair salon every 2-3 weeks.

I am happy about:having something new and fun to put in my blog.

P.S. Feel free to cut and paste and borrow.

posted by G.G. :  @ 4:00 PM  

When I first began searching for an apartment, I decided to the smart thing and go through an apartment locater. I deeply regret that decision. Not only were they unable to locate the fabulously priced apartment I currently reside in, they still continue to call my cell and work phone with the intent of soliciting my services. One assistant from the office will call me and I will call her back and tell her I do not need their help anymore; the very next day, another assistant will call and ask me the same exact question! This has continued for several days now, and I am not sure what it is I need to do to help this company understand that I'm breaking up with them!

Furthermore, I have been in that office. It's very small. Why they cannot communicate to one another my messages is beyond all comprehension. Can't they just shout the news from one cubicle to the next? At the very least they can email one another, or use a cup and some string...