In Which I Live And Hide And Live And Sing

...or something to that effect.

Work update: Had a bit of a mandatory vacation because my slunt (yes, its a portmanteau meaning exactly what you think it does) of an ex-vice principal wanted to fire me. It was scary, but also nice to be off for two weeks. I did not return to that school. Still in DPS, I got transferred to a school like the ones in the southwest: bilingual. My Spanish is improving. I like the school. The kids are a bit much at times, but my coworkers are nice. I actually have a boss here, and I spend the bulk of my time as her assistant. The rest of the time I spend looking busy and meditating on what kind of accent my boss has (Jamacian/islands or African, I think). I feel more competent here. However, these hours are fucking killing me: 8:30/45 - 5:45/6. Unless its Friday, then I get to leave at 5:15ish(!). But summer's almost here, which means a little downtime, then summer school (yes, as part of my contract, they make us do summer school. Adios, summer plans). This may or may not mean my pink hair is on hold.

I am hoping my hours will be up to par by the time my contract ends, because I'm going to need the fuck out of my education stipend. I found a way to get to grad school for not very much (thank you, random program offered by Northwestern University!). Now all that remains is a job to support my rock n roll lifestyle and a place to live (with or without boyfriend). Finding a place to live is easy, jobs are hard.

Other exciting news? Um....I got a new tattoo! Its VII on my left wrist. Its fresh, from last week, and it hurt like a bitch. But I love my artist and I can't wait to get some more work done...maybe this summer. Trying not to pick at the scabs is hard work.

This was the first Valentine's day I was with someone and didn't get to be with them. I was kind of cranky and bitchy because of it. The last time I saw Matt was at the end of January, and I won't get to see him again until a week from tommorrow. Gotta love winter break. Since the holidays, my visits have been every two weeks. I used to do every three like it was nothing, but I'm a spoiled little shit and I don't like waiting anymore. I would have gone this weekend, but 1. my period's sallegedly supposed to be stopping by until monday, and 2. I have a meeting about a freelance project for a friend on saturday. Which leaves the weekend after. Perfect timing, I have break and I'll be coming from Kalamazoo, so I only have one really long trip ahead of me: the trip back to Detroit from Chicago.

Okay, back to work and I have to pee like my name is Flicka.

Today's self loathing level: yellow.