The end result of which is I want to make people fall in love, mess up, fall in love myself, mess that up, and fail to be bitter about it. Ha ha, etc.

Watched the first three hours of Emma this morning/early afternoon, then all of Funny Girl this evening. Two fantastic movies, you know?

Oh, and how I wouldn't've liked to spend this day in a car, to arrive in a confusing place with a bad cafeteria.

Why am I up late? After watching most of Emma with my Maglena and two little girls, I came home quick to teach piano. Turns out two social activities in one day is too much; I took my darvocet and slept nearly forever.

Goo goo g'joob, y'all. Sheepdog out.

Of puppies and wisdom.

Or: things I no longer have.

I got my wisdom teeth out. It was something like this:
Go in.
Get asked a dozen times if I'm okay, lie and say yes.
Get put in a chair and told the dangers (which we already learned about—and signed we understood—when we came in for the consultation).
Get a pep talk.
Get an IV.
Take deep breaths. (I counted; I only got to 4.)
Wake up puffy-faced and fuzzy-minded, need help walking to next room.
Lie down with an ice pack, get up and go home with an ice pack, wonder why I'm not asleep.
Seriously, didn't everybody say I'd fall asleep?
Still don't fall asleep.
When tongue has regained enough movement to swallow, take pill with yogurt.
Finally fall asleep.
Spend next days napping and eating pudding and rinsing mouth out with warm saltwater (which is actually lovely because for a moment my mouth actually feels clean).
Stay home and don't go anywhere until you feel better!!
Etc.

Also, I need protein! Only I can't use my molars. So here's the food I've been able to eat so far (minus beverages, those are easy):
yogurt
pudding
gelatin
ice cream
flan
mashed potatoes
cranberry sauce
tomato soup
banana
blueberries
strawberries
tuna salad

Also pertinent, I think: I'm missing my first HT conference since I started going the year I turned 12. D: D: D: I just want to take a moment to say THIS IS NOT COOL.
Okay, moment over. I can no longer complain about this. (Haha, like I'll stop.)

Wordsworth

I know most of you know this, but not all—
Tuesday night we came home from church and Wordy was dead. The vet suspects a heart attack (or something similar) as he's been in perfect health as far as we could see. Vati took him up to TQ/Snap/et all's place and he was buried.




I'd go on for a while with eloquence, but there's not much to say. Sorry.










Wordy, baby, you're the sweetest dog I ever knew. I love you always.

Huge sewing etc. giveaway link!

Ummm, so I guess I haven't posted in... two months... oops. It felt like I was posting 'cause I kept updating my book list (which needs to be updated again).

ANYWAY the point of this post: get sewing stuff GO GO GO

I like the kind of e-mails I sometimes get in my Bethel account.

A squirrel trap with a squirrel in it was stolen from outside the library between 12:00pm and 1:30pm this afternoon, Thursday, April 22, 2010. I would appreciate any information on this theft. The person who took the squirrel should also be aware that the squirrel may have sarcoptic mange, a disease which is contagious to humans. I would appreciate it if the squirrel is 1) released unharmed, and 2) that my trap is returned undamaged. Also, the individual should know that only those with a scientific purposes license are allowed to trap and handled squirrels, and thus, they are in violation of Indiana state law. Stealing the trap also was illegal. If the trap is damaged in any way, that is vandalism, which is also illegal. If anyone has information or saw who committed these crimes, please let me know as soon as possible.

The individual should also know that I do have a PhD in wildlife ecology and management, and I do know what I am doing, and that the squirrel was not going to be harmed.

Really? We're down to stealing squirrels?

Okay, okay, so I can't keep up a lie. I can accept that.

April Fool, my darlings. The video thing was true, the tinily worded bit was not.

I spoke too soon.

My OT Lit teacher does, in fact, know about Holy Week. At the end of our class on Wednesday, after studying Isaiah, he played us two videos.

The first was a collection of clips from The Passion of the Christ accompanied by Amazing Grace sung in the heavily stylistic, jazz-inspired way that is so dear to Bethelites. The second was O Sacred Head, Now Wounded in the same style, for which I may never forgive them. Afterward several of my classmates and my teacher were crying. It was really awkward and painful.

Speaking of awkward and painful... a certain... pink-hatted fellow I knew slightly asked me out the other day. I didn't mention it to anyone, but I figured I'd have to sometime.