It's Sunday and I'm actually looking forward to things!  Must be the last week of SummerPrep.

Jackie, Owen, Devin, and I found the perfect rental house.  It's about as close to the University as we are now, and while it doesn't look like much from the outside, the inside is charming.  The landlady is so nice, and so enthusiastic.  When we asked if we could paint (the master bedroom walls are lime green and Crayola blue...ick!) she said "Of course!  Even if it's not permanent, this should feel like your home."  We're waiting to hear back from her after she checks references.  I think we were the first people to call about it and check it out, and she mentioned that that was important, so it looks like we might have a good chance of getting this place.  I really hope so!  I've already got decorating fever.

I've got four more days of SummerPrep, and Devin and I are taking off first thing Friday.  We're staying with Grammy in Vegas for a day or two before we go to his parents' place.  We haven't made many plans, and I'm not thrilled about the family bbq Grammy's throwing so we can see the entire Weber clan all in one go, but I'm psyched to get out of NM for awhile.

4th was nice; we went to a bbq at Daniel's, drank beer, and lit off fireworks.  Tonight we're going up to the crest to watch the sunset, which is so freaking cheesy, but I've been smiling about it all day.  

 Work is a shit show!  A penis-drawing war on the back of timecards and a counselor's inappropriate relationship with a camper (bffs yay!  let's text all day, and you should ditch your classes so we can hang) have led to firings and a lot of shit talking.  Add 400 restless kids into the mix, and you have my workweek.

Last session was blissful in comparison.  My youngest Spanish class is about 20 people, more that I had last session, when Amanda was here.  It's a lot to handle by myself, but the co-worker I asked for help is too busy gossiping in the kitchen to come to my rescue.  In the afternoons, I supervise the indoor activity kids while they're in computers, and the art teacher sees nothing wrong with letting her half of the kids come back to computers if they give her trouble.  They "just don't want to work" and she doesn't know what to do with them.  I'm no pro, but I'm guessing reinforcing their behavior and rewarding them by sending them to play computer games isn't helping.

Friday was too much to handle, between cramps from hell and kids who mysteriously forgot the Spanish phrases we've been repeating all week ("How am I supposed to know what me llamo means?"  What about the game we played?  The nametags we made?  The fact that you say it every day?  What about the fact that it's translated right there on your paper and I've told you twice in the past ten minutes?) I was on the verge of snapping at a kid.  G-Funk let me go home early, and I could have built him a freaking shrine, I was so happy.  Best boss ever.  I went to lunch with my parents and Damien (who is the most adorable kiddo ever), had some good hot sweaty sex, and saw The Hangover with Devin.  I'm probably as ready for the workweek as I'll ever be.

It should be downhill from here.  Only two more 4 day workweeks, and then I'm off to Vegas and California with Devin on the 10th.  I might be able to visit David, and one of my dad's friends wants to take us to lunch in the NBC studios.  And I get to introduce Devin to H&M, which he's never even heard of.  I'm so excited!  I haven't been out of the state since I got back from Ohio.

Love to all, hope you're enjoying your summer!

 My plan to write regularly was thwarted by our neighbors, who we jack internet from.  Apparently they don't feel the need for it anymore, leaving me with no internetz, except when I'm at my parents'.

My nephew Damien comes to visit tonight, for two weeks!  Apparently he sort of walks now, and babbles, and has more hair than any member of our baldy baby family should rightfully have.  I'm so excited!

Devin's birthday was Thursday; he loved the ring I got him and the clothes and golf clubs my family ordered for him.  We had a party on Thursday night.  I had maybe three shots of vodka, mixed with some orange juice and Monster, and my hangover didn't go away until Saturday Morning.  Seriously?  I hadn't drank much since I sliced my hand open, so maybe my tolerance is down.  It's just a little weird; obviously I'm not the type to get crazy drunk all the time, but I would like to be able to have a couple shots at a party without worrying about not being functional the next day.

I have four more weeks of SummerPrep; these first two weeks have gone pretty smoothly.  Spanish is great, but helping out with the indoor activity camp is awful.  By the afternoon, the kids are bored and bratty, and no amount of threats or pleas will make them behave and do what they're supposed to.  We usually give up and play games.  Solitaire, Mafia, and Frog Murderer are the favorites, and wow, they're getting old fast.
G-Funk will only be around to help next session, and someone useless is going to replace him as director.  So far all she's done is make check-in a mess by offering to walk out to parent's cars to check their kids in, so they can just drive through.  Great idea, except that now the lot gets back up several times in the morning, and parents get frustrated and start dodging around to find parking--and all the little kids are walking through that parking lot.  It's only a matter of time until someone gets hit, not to mention that The Spoiling of the Parents has risen to epic proportions.  Not the best precedent to set.

My students have enough issues to keep a child psychologist is business for years.  We had them decorate paper bodies any way they pleased, and label body parts in Spanish.  Most kids just colored the bodies to look like them. One girl's doll was crying, because her daddy always yelled at her mommy in front of her, and the neighbors always heard.  Another girl drew a "bril", part boy and part girl inside, "just like me!"  Amanda and I weren't sure how to react.  She said, "Well, as long as they're correctly labeling them in Spanish, it's fine?"  I have a feeling in ten years they'll be sobbing over how they confessed these things to their teachers, and no one cared.

Ah well.  Making enough money to eat, as soon as I sign my new contract, and going to California in less than a month!  I can survive bratty brils until then.

I'm not writing.  Mr. Briley blames "the boy--wait, same boy?  It's been a few weeks."  Ha, ha.

I'm not writing because I can't find any direction for the next chapter of Haunted By Bliss and I haven't been inspired to write anything else.  I tried journalling, but it's been sitting in my car for weeks now, and I have the feeling that if I bring it inside it'll just sit on a table accusingly.  So I'm taking the tiniest baby step possible and making an effort to update this LJ regularly, so at least I'm forming words.

I haven't written, except for class assignments and a handful of random journal entries, for a year now.  It's terrifying.  Any ideas for getting past this insane writer's block?  It's not something I want to give up on.

SummerPrep starts Monday.  I'll be teaching Spanish (with Amanda for the first session!), helping with the indoor activity camp (no chance to re-break the ankle but also no chance to tan...) and dealing with irate parents, 7:30 to 4:30, Monday through Friday.  Devin works 3-11 on Wednesday and Thursday, so I probably won't see him then unless we meet for lunch.  Sad, but probably for the best.  It's easy to overlook all the things you love about someone when you see them constantly, and I don't want that to be the case with us.

Our roommate, Tyler, is an idiot.  Besides quitting his job and forgoing our free cable and internet (he claimed he had swine flu and got mad when they wouldn't let him work without getting a clean bill of health) he got caught guzzling vodka in the parking garage at Lotus.  The security guards got his name, took his vodka and photos of him and the car, and told him to bring back his license to show them, although he admitted to not being 21.  He waited it out, sent Michelle to get his car, and got a ride home with Pierce.  I was so not ready to leave the club, but I went too, and had to listen to him relay his "badass" story several times.  I mean, seriously?  Piss off the security guards and they'll just call the cops.  They have his name and license plate number; that's all they need to track him down and give him an MIP.  It would have been so much easier to own up to it when it happened.

In other news, I just singlehandedly rearranged all the furniture in our living room--I've been on a decorating kick, which my mom is excited about.  She loves being able to redo other people's homes when my dad's too busy to redo theirs.  My place is still bland and uninspiring, but we're working on it.  I got my grades in finally--all A+ except for an A- in Art History.  Not bad, considering I only went half the time.  And, most exciting, Mom's trying to bring Damien out to visit after his birthday in late July.  He's grown so much since I saw him in April--he says "Dada" now.  I'll have him saying "Most fantastic and favorite aunt" in no time.

Because I am super-lazy and LJ didn't work right, I'll just direct you to an entry.  I made an awesome one about my weekend, WITH PICS, and somehow it failed to show.
It's worth seeing, hint hint, tattoo and fiesta pics!
Anyway, go to my journal and it'll be under this one.

In other news, I spent a good ten minutes having people throw paper into my cleavage.  And I made spaghetti and forgot that the strainer I had placed in the sink was supposed to catch it, and now I'll be cleaning spaghetti from the sink until my college apps are due.

I'm a 19 year old girl who lives to write.  I love hanging with friends, the Trojan War, speaking Spanish, and doing goofy things for the hell of it.    Comment to be
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~Lauren