elephantine, flummery

I'm still meandering through xkcd's archives.

Here is an alphabet's worth of favourite words.

addlepated, biomechanisms, charismatic, drear, elephantine, flummery, gavotte, harken, indignant, judicious, kindle, launder, meridian, noisome, owlishly, pedant, quinquireme, rondel, squiffy, twill, untainted, 'verse, woundrousness, xenophobic, yearning, Zoroastrian.

Oh, and prac was okay. Last day tomorrow.

Forgot Something Again...

I'm finding it amusing now.
Last night, I woke up (after being asleep) terrified that my sister had been asphyxiating herself, oil-painting with turps holed up in her room for hours on end. The facts, as I saw them, were:

• It's freezing cold and raining all the time at the moment, where my folks live.
• My sister spends all her time in her room when she's not on the computer. She does all her painting in her room.
• My sister's room is likely to be all shut up against the aforementioned cold, and is not really well-ventilated at the best of times.
• My sister was all excited about doing oil painting for the first time.
• Mineral turpentine is integral to oil painting, and should not be used in unventilated areas.

Facts that unfortunately did not occur to me:

• I love mineral turpentine with a fierce, longing love. My sister has never shown any indication she feels the same way.
• Just because I'm dumb enough to give myself migraines via low ventilation does not mean my sister is.
• My sister is not an idiot.
• Even if she did hole herself up in her room with the fumes and make herself sick, she'd never do it again. Never never three days in a row.

So I tried to ring her. Then when her phone was turned off, I sent her a text message three text messages long about the dangers of turps fumes.

She definitely is sitting at home, thinking I'm a psycho.

I'm a psycho.

Grandparents: run away, run away

Was Grandparents' Day at school today. Am exhausted. Was ostensibly teaching middle and afternoon sessions, that's after the big event, but didn't do much. We just went outside and played all middle session. Which was really good for me, as unlike the teacher-aide's grown-up kids, I didn't have the option of going home at lunch time because I was too tired to stay. And really good for the kids, as they had had to sit through an hour of upper-school performances before their two-minute song, and missed all their outside time in the morning.
I was okay. Am hoping I shan't crash and burn too badly tomorrow.

Am beginning to suspect I may be able to do this teaching dealie, eventually, with practice.
It's a God thing.

My tally is up to 8 cans of V energy drink disgustingness (4 sugar-free, 4 with sugar in), but only 3 cups of coffee.
Two days to go. Am teaching all day tomorrow.

Got the letter with all my aeroplane flying details, so now I've got my trip home all sorted. Home! Hooray! For a month!!!!!

not christmas

um. so. two Good Days in a row. Am terrified, and will now run away and hide under the bed, or at least I would if it wasn't quite so crowded with boxes and suitcases and shoes and dust bunnies and such. Teacher said this was the best day I've ever had. Have got a terrible sensation of impending doom re: tomorrow, although I don't know how bad it could really be - we're making gingerbread men. Yumm. Speaking of, here are some donuts I didn't eat this afternoon except for one.

And here is a tower made of blocks.

And also I got an assignment back with an A+ grade. So, in all, good days. (That's plural because I got the assignment back yesterday.)

Must ask my mum very sweetly to book some driving lessons for me now that I know when I'm going home.

La la la.

and I forgot

That riding an excercise bike thing on Saturday went well and my legs didn't even hurt the next day. Hooray.

Garfield was wrong...

...Mondays rock. Had a great day today at prac, and it was the same last week and the week before. Mondays are easy, because you're rested, and you've had all weekend to prepare. Mondays are about fresh beginnings, untainted by last week's woes. (My grandfather is listening to 'Teenage Dirtbag' on TV for some reason. It's freaking me out.)
Have so far consumed 1.5 coffees and 2 cans of V energy disgustingness (Student: I love that lemonade. It makes me hyper.) Am expecting tally to escalate as the week progresses.
Tomorrow am teaching all day and so far, I'm not terrified. Which may be a bad sign, Tuesdays so far for me have all been about a false sense of security.

even the math

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Much, much cooler than Explosms: xkcd.