Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Library

I came to the library on this evening to finish a paper that I have yet to finish and now I'm blogging. Way to go me.  I thought, I'll go to the library tonight - it's quiet, and I can people watch and I'm not distracted by Cadbury Mini Eggs hidden in the second drawer of my desk. 
So I'm in the library.  Trying to study and finish this paper, but I can't.  I can't seem to focus enough for a mere twenty minutes at the most.  I’m listening to the men behind me struggle with math homework and distracted by the overwhelming thoughts that keep imploding my mind.  I read the paragraph of paper that I just finished and think to myself, what the heavens am I trying to say here?  But I keep writing on subjects that have nothing to do with my paper theme.  I then decide to study for a test I have on Friday, good idea I thought.  No, bad idea.  We’re learning about sexually intimacy, which in fact is extremely interesting.  I never thought there would be so many factors that play a part in this stuff.  So of course I spend way too much time reading the book on things that are irrelevant to the test on Friday.  I feel very . . . informed. Haha.  I also parked my car where it’s free after nine and I’d planed on making my way to the FunPark tonight to “get giggy with it.”  My goal before I left the house was to be done with my paper a little after nine, so I could get my car out for free and then get my swagger on.  Only one problem – I cannot seem to finish this paper.  I can’t.  It’s like something is restricting my brain from finishing this paper.  I even moved into the extremely quiet section of the library to get my bidness done.  Yet, my paper isn’t done.  I feel like a loser and a slacker.  But really, who needs to know why you want to be a teacher anyways, in 10 pages.  I mean, can’t I just say – I want to be a teacher cause I love kids and I want to make a difference.  There ya go, that’s my paper.  But instead is has to be this elaborate compileazation of these wonderful and horrible things that made me want to teach.  In fact, I’m not really sure why I want to teach snotty kids.  Okay, that’s a lie, but I’m just into ranting.  I love children and I always will.  I want to teach because I know I will make a difference in at least one child life. 
Maybe this good start for the paper . . . I guess I leave with that.  I’m cool cause I wanna teach.  But I can’t focus enough to finish this paper even in the extreme depths of the quiet section of the library.  Go Bailey.  Audios Muchaous.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Thursday's

Thursday's are my favorite day of the week.
I got a palm tree for my birthday one year - I was pissed, but I laugh about it now.
Red is my favorite color, and purple.
I think I'm really funny.
I do get along with just about anyone.
I love that I'm tall.
I walk a lot faster than the average person.
I don't like baths.
I like celery.
I love to dance, of any kind.
I miss my dog almost more than anything else - he's my favorite.
I have a best friend who is a Marine. 
I have thoughts that constantly run through my head.
I love children, more than anything else.
Being grown-up is going to be over-rated.
I want a house with huge windows.
I love the stars.
I'm so ready for Valentine's Day to be here.
I really want to talk to Jade.
Three tests this week - hopefully I do well.
I'm going to George Strait, Reba and Leanne concert in April.
I'm happy and a grateful person.

xoxo
Bai Rae