Moving on

Dear MTV,

After many years of happiness together, I am afraid I have to put an end to our relationship. I have tried and tried to maintain things, but I simply cannot get excited about another night of "The Hills" or another "Real World/Road Rules Challenge." And a girl cannot survive on "My Super Sweet 16" and "Made" alone. I know. I've tried. I suppose that this was meant to be. After all, I am now older than the women you try attract and perhaps it is best that we go our separate ways. To be honest, I have found someone else. Yes, I am now a fan of VH1 - from "World Series of Pop Culture"* to "Best Week Ever" I am hooked. I hope you understand. It's not you, it's me. But, you know, I'll still come around for marathons.

* Maggie, I blame you and Eric for this new addiction...because I don't watch enough tv already.

Also, I went into work today to download my files onto a flash drive (bc I got my technology grant, which includes a new laptop!) and when I walked into my classroom I saw that I got new tile!! This is beyond exciting, folks. No longer will I trip over the torn seams in my carpeting. No longer will I cringe as an overstimulated child doesn't quite make it to the garbgae can before vomiting. No longer will I worry about the potential mold and other creepies growing under the carpeting. PLUS no one thought I would actually get my request filled this summer - it usually takes a few years of asking. I'm telling you - it pays to make nice with the facilities crew. Now I have to rearrange my classroom (since they emptied it of furniture to lay the tile), but it's worth it. And Elizabeth said she would help (she knows she stands to get free office supplies) so yay overall!

It's Friday and I'm thinking of going to read at Jazz in the Scuplture Garden on the Mall, but it's also about 97 degrees out so I may pass on that plan. We'll see. I was hoping to get together with this guy I was chatting with online, but I think I offended him by teasing him about living in the suburbs. ::sigh:: One day I'm going to choke on the foot I continually shove down my throat. Oh well. Better luck next time.