SIGHT/TIME DEBACLE

Hello,
I don't even know what a sight word is. This week is so stressful. I'm glad I'm writing, though. I actually have to finish planning my funeral right now. Sounds strange, but it's true. I have to do it for a class, and believe me, it's not the kind of work you want to do in a couple days. Seriously.
Sorry you're feeling behind. I'm trying to get with the game, here, but it's not working. I can't work hard enough and long enough to catch up. I was glad to see you out in the hall today in Andrews. I like seeing non-class friends in a classroom setting. It's like a breath of fresh air. On the subject of the play you invited me to, I would love to go, but once again cannot. After the funeral project I have to do a 10-12 page paper with a scrapbook thing to go with it. LAME. I'm glad it's not at the end of the semester, but it's all crammed into the same week anyway. HOpefully I can spy on you tonight.
Double D.

miles behind me, the faces of the whole, i laugh

"I'm slowly changing. I'm becoming what I wanted to stop." -Bethany Dillon, no correlation to me or my feelings, really.

It's raining, Leslie. Really raining. I'm stressed. I'm behind. I've allowed myself free time that I didn't have....and loved every minute of it, but now I'm hard pressed, and skipping classes that I can't and shouldn't be skipping. This will make me further behind, not ahead. Ergo, I am frantically writing (0r trying to write) lesson plans and get assignments done before my tutoring session this afternoon. For a while, I thought I might make it to art class.....but as 2 o'clock quickly approaches, I'm seeing that hope swiftly fade into the back of my mind.

I've got a plate full of salsa and lettuce leaves. Nice lunch, huh.

I'm starting to believe that time is not a constant thing that we, as humans, seem to think we can grasp with what we've created as the "clock". I'm starting to think that some hours really do pass more quickly than others and that other times, time seems to stretch out into slow motion. More and more I am convinced of this.

I'd better get back to my lesson plans. Have any great ideas for working on sight words, let me know. I don't want to make him do flashcards again.

Much love,
Heather Lea

Tighty whiteys.

Wow. I never realized that I have no idea how to spell whiteys. Or is it whities? That doesn't look right. Neither one of them does. No purpose for that title, either. I just like it. And the thought of them. And the thought of the opposite of them. And no, I don't mean naked. I mean boxer briefs, obviously.
I just pulled out a picture of a frickin' awesome haircut. It's about chin length. Should I risk my newly grown long, luxurious locks? I think not. I'll wait for a few more months, at least.

I graduate in three weeks. THREEEEEEEEE. That's so weird. Too bad I have to "walk" as some people call it. I don't really want to, but maybe deep down I do. I'm never afraid of a little pomp and circumstance. I just don't want to buy a gown. I wish I could have a hood to go with mine. That would be sweet. Note to self: get masters or doctrate so can have v.g. outfit with hat. Well, I'm heading to bed, moochie head. I'll talk to you soon!
mucho love-o,
Dav. Dame.

glad to have you back, my dear

Yeah, I'm driving home after I get off work tomorow night at 11:30.....ick! My friends Ashley and Tye are going with me so I don't fall asleep and veer off into the other side of the road...

I have lots of news.....as I'm sure you do also. We need to catch up. After Easter. I hope you're doing well....i haven't even seen you in your english class when i peek in to spy on you. what's the deal? did you get a new seating arrangement?

Work it. Own it. That's right baby, look at you!

Sorry for t-fing

Hello!
Whoa, I just randomly check the blog, expecting nothing and there you are! Bam! Thanks for comin' home. I can't chat long, I've gotta go to class. It's Easter weekend, you know. Are you going home? I am, but i have to bring a crap-ton of homework with me. Suck. I have to go. Bye!
!DD

fsjlka;fsljkdafasjlk;

TF!

Well, since you're t.f-ing, I'm going to post again. I hope you're well. I want to come over and peruse through your closet. Soon. Your home is empty. I watched you leave this morning. I sound like a creepy stalker. eek.

I wanted to line your sidewalk with palm branches on Sunday. But I thought that may be a bit sacreligious. You're not Jesus. I love you, but not like I love him. Sorry, girl.

Also, my old/new friend is great. You and I need to chat.

I'm NOT being productive right now. I'm punishing myself by forcing me to end the post. I can't blog until my homework is done.