but it helps pay the bills, so i'm torn, you know?
i got a job two weeks ago, which directly correlates to not doing anything fun since january 30th. i thought having a job would enable me to do more fun things since i would have money to pay for them, but with a job comes a sense of responsibility, so now i pay my bills instead of pretending that fairies are paying them for me while i sleep. and after a long day of work with 30 ten-year-olds all i want to do is come home and re-live the best part of unemployment: living in pajamas.
it's good to be back with kids, though, and it's at a school comprised mostly of latinos and african refugees, so it comes with a lot of new challenges, but also interesting perspectives. and tons of tamales. i am pro-tamales, so it's definitely the school for me. plus also, there are two boys in my class called jesus. and, OF COURSE, out loud i call them "hay-sooce" but sometimes in my head i call them "jesus" because it is just so funny to think things like, "jesus seems to need some extra help with division." or "i wonder why jesus is wearing jeans under his uniform pants."
in other news, i spent the last 2 weekends very ill (and apparently quite loopy, because i found myself watching an entire season of "america's next top model" between vomiting spells.) and i went to a fondue party. and got hit in the face playing dodgeball with some guys who take dodgeball way too seriously. and most importantly, i finally (FINALLY) ended the most unhealthy "friendship" of my life. i am recovering nicely from all of it, except the model show. i mean, you can't just un-see that.
