A Few Things

1. I'm going though a huge Wilco phase right now. Specifically, I am ALL OVER A Ghost is Born. Not really sure why it sounds so completely amazing right now. Actually, I'm not sure if it's a Tweedy phase or a Wilco phase, but either way it's serious.
2. This weekend was productive. Classes will be on autopilot all week.
3. I need to pep up my personal appearance. Maybe these will help...

4. The evil sub will be gone on Friday. My prayers to St. Jude have helped.

In Which I Just Remember That I Have A Blog

Doh. I really didn't remember until about 5 minutes ago. How did I ever used to post so often, sometimes daily? Oh, I remember now. I was a dilletantte in a Ph.D program. Ooops. That seems like a lifetime ago.

Today, after leaving school for a long lunch at this very wierd place, my friend Amy and I found this house that had piles and piles of amazing furniture outside. A woman and a man were taking things from the house, and upon chatting with her, we learned her mother just died and that she needed to get rid of a ton of stuff. Among these amazing pieces were oak highboys, chairs, end tables, just amazing things. We were almost late going back to campus, but we returned at three and most of the things were gone. The lady was still there, though, and she invited us inside the house to see if we wanted anything, which creeped me out, but there we went, so nosy. Anyway, her mother had a collection of tiny amazing bottles that I snatched up, but then I felt creepy about the whole thing and Amy and I left. The whole thing made me kind of sad.

wow....

I have not even BEGUN my grades yet. YIKES!!!

Personal Best

This is a crazy school weekend, but happily, I am not planning on going to anything. Last night was a bit benefit party, today is a dance, and tomorrow is some kind of holiday tea. I think that I will have to increase my involvement in the next few weeks, especially because when faculty is not present at after school things, tongues begin to wag. I'm not entirely sure why, but I suspect that it's because sometimes people are jealous that younger faculty have a life outside of school. Still, I am a bit sad about not going to the Christmas dance tonight, as I love to mock my girls' dates and make predictions about who will end up crying at the end of the night in the bathroom.

Regardless of extracting myself from school this weekend, I will be doing grades, which tends to be an excersise in creative writing, as I am required to write evaluations of all my girls. Today, I'm liking the phrase, "personal best".