All right, so I'm not a blogger.
Aaaand now I'm 27. Right now. Like, it's 6:15am on my birthday. Usually at this time, I'm back in bed trying to squeeze 20 more minutes into total sleep-time after I've already showered. It's thrilling, really; the morning routine of a mid-twenties first year teacher who is constantly both exhausted and excited at the same time. I sing to myself as I brush my teeth, and then immediately start panic-planning the day away.
Anyway, now that I'm officially feeling old and icky on my birthday (that's a new one), I feel that I must lay out some goals for the next year...not really sure why, actually. Tradition? Cliche-tion? Mid-twenties Crisis-ism?
GOAL ONE: Keep teaching; don't suck.
GOAL TWO: Have a summer that does not involve working my butt off and not being outside.
GOAL THREE: Find a way to successfully binge drink over the weekend and not gain four pounds. Seriously...every. damn. time.
GOAL FOUR: Oooh! I know - be able to run two miles with out stopping. The asthmatic's dream!
GOAL FIVE: (Because why stop at four?) Lose 15 pounds. Because female, is why.
Ahhh...that feels much better. Now that I know exactly what to do with myself in the next 365 days, I'm sure that I'll just fecking revel in success. Yeah, I said, "fecking." I've been watching the second season of "Moone Boy" (why only six episodes?!) and I keep Irish-ing things up. The same thing happened when I got really into "Dance Academy" because Netflix told me to; my Australian accent skills just skyrocketed. I'm REALLY good at saying "I just wanna be a dance-ah!"So...let's see what I've got: A job. Insurance. Summer break comin' up. Sweet foreign accent skills. YES. If only I could poop BEFORE school today instead of waiting all day because pooping at school is GROSS when I have to share a bathroom with students and it gives me anxiety and it's not fair that we don't have a faculty bathroom and Class C schools are weird and I'm so sick of seeing tampons in the trashcan I might just RAGE....but instead, I'll just enjoy my birthday.
Also, Happy Birthday to Ma Mere - Yes, I was born on my mommy's birthday, and that makes me the favorite child. I win, ya dumb sisters!
Also, I just realized that I started each paragraph with an "A"...I MISS ASHLEY! Oh, my little Azn Ally - when shall we reunite? Best friennnnds - best friends are we. Sorry for the two year gap in my blogging, little one. GOAL SIX! Keep blogging. Boom.
