Even though

I don't like marshmellows besides in smores I want to make these for Easter.

I'm on my way

to being drunk.

On a Monday night.

Some things are shitty. Some are not so shitty. I'm masking them by imbibing. Whatev. Feel free to judge.

The long life update post.

I have a feeling this post is going to be all over the place. My brain is all over the place right now, so that's fitting. There are some things to update so why don't I just skip the pleasantries and jump right in.

The date.

My reaction- eh. Not good, not horrible, just eh. I think I was more disappointed than anything. And I know it sounds shallow to admit, but my disappointment is based in the looks department. And let me also preface this portion of the post with the admission that yes, I am aware that I'm being superficial, and yes it bothers me. If Tuesday's episode of Lost was any indication, than would I really mind a tropical island with polar bears and numbered bunnies as being hell? Not so much. I'll have a killer tan while I'm in hell.

So, my cousin and I instant message most of the day while we're at our respective jobs. She knew about my impending date, and asked if I had found him on facebook. We'll call him Emeril. I told her I had looked for Emeril but didn't have any luck. Literally .5 seconds later, she immed me "I think this is him!!! HE'S CUTE!" and of course I was psyched. I checked out the profile, which was under high lockdown (only visible was the profile pic, hometown and current town) and figured that it probably was him. Current and former city matched and there was a resemblance to my former student, we'll call her Mary.

Um hi, he was cute! I'd even be tempted to use the word hot!!! I was so excited. I let myself think, this could really be it!? We talked on the phone a few times and he was super nice, loved going out, being with friends, was handy (went to a vocational high school) and generally seemed like a good guy. I was really excited for the date- holy crap, what if he seriously became my next relationship! What I've been waiting for for legit, five years! Awesome!

So fast forward a few days and it's D-day. I had a really relaxing day, slept in a little, went for a run outside, cleaned my house, leisurely showered and got ready. He picked me up at my house around 5 (it was a school night so we went to an early dinner) and when he got out of the car I hope the disappointment I felt wasn't apparent on my face. People who know me know I can't hide how I'm feeling on my face, you can read it from a mile away. Granted he doesn't know me so hopefully I'm in the clear. He wasn't horrendous looking, it's not like Sloth from the Goonies got out of the car to open my car door for me, but let's just say the person standing in front of me didn't match the facebook profile picture I had seen. Visuals would help but I would be a total bitch and it wouldn't be right for me to use his actual facebook pictures.

Ok, I looked online for an equivalent photo of a young, good looking Portuguese man but all that came up was pictures of jelly fish. Not helping. Well, let's just say that if you grew up in Southeastern Massachusetts you can spot an attractive, well-dressed Portuguese man. Or at least form an image in your head of one.

This is what came out of the car and double-cheek kissed me:

Yes, that is Emeril from the Food Network. Except my Emeril had a goatee. And was a bit thinner. Legit Emeril look-alike. And my Emeril likes to cook too...seriously?

So after the awkward double-cheek kiss (I was so thrown off) he opened my car door (point) and we set off to go eat. We ended up at Not Your Average Joe's which is the way to my heart, really. I love that place. Dinner was good, I had two ruby red margaritas with dinner (in addition to the two glasses of wine I had before he picked me up) and after dinner we decided to go get a drink at the Airport Grille. I will fully admit that I just wanted to go home, see my boyfriendboy who had planned on coming by after the date so we could watch The Pacific and How to Make it in America and relax. But I was a good sport and agreed to the drink. 

So we get to the Airport Grille, which I love. The decor in the lounge reminds me of Casablanca, love it. So I had another glass of wine. He had two glasses of wine at dinner I think, and a dessert wine at the Airport Grille. I don't know if it was the drink, the fact that I'm a good listener, my charm, or what but Emeril decided that it was completely appropriate to confide something in me that he hadn't even told his sister before. I'm not going to spill his trauma because it is exactly that, a trauma and I'm not trivializing or making fun of him at all, it's super serious. Super serious. I wouldn't even know what to do if my closest friend confided this to me. Let's say it's along the lines of him being the victim of a crime that someone committed and would most definitely go to jail for it. It's a despicable act. 

But for some unknown reason Emeril felt that two hours after meeting me it was ok to drop this bombshell on me. I was speechless. Now, I'm not a pro at dating by any means but I am aware that the first date is supposed to be more light-hearted conversation, not life-altering/shattering confessional time. 

So after we finished our drinks he drove me home, walked me to my door and double-cheek kissed me goodnight.

Sadly boyfriendboy had fallen asleep at home and wasn't coming over so I just went to bed a very disappointed little lady.

I compare this date to my three other successful first dates (The Ex, boy I dated for a month and boy I dated for two months) and it just falls flat. Those other three first dates there was attraction, excitement, an energy- if that makes sense. And also, when I'm drinking that usually makes me more lovey/flirty which didn't happen with Emeril. 

And the poor guy sealed his fate by texting me, "Hey there mamasita. How's ur day so far? Those good vibes working for ya?"

Do I even need to explain that one any further?

Bring on the weekend!!!

I am in such a pleasant mood! Here is a fun bulleted list as to why:

1. It's beautiful outside (64 degrees to be exact, hello top down on the convertible after school!)

2. I am done for the day- no 4th block (prep period) no detention (it's Friday)

3. I am excited to run outside tomorrow and Sunday.

4. I have a mostly commitment-free weekend ahead of me aside from:

     a. Saturday school tomorrow morning. 

     b. Babysitting for my cutie cousins tomorrow night.

     c. And what would be the third bullet in this-sub list deserves it's own number:

5. I HAVE A DATE SUNDAY NIGHT. With a- from what I can tell- really cute guy! Details to follow.

I'm so excited to sleep in my own bed tonight, take Lala for a long walk after school, maybe get takeout from Joe's for dinner even though I'm on the poor side this week, and just relax. 

Weekends are the best. 

Not good.

I can feel myself getting sick. My throat is a bit achey. I've been taking vitamin C like it's my job and I think I'm going to throw some airborn into the equation even though I'm not convinced it works.

Is it bad though, that I'd be ok with the possibility of a sick day in the next few weeks?

I hate sounding like one of those teachers but March is a long month.

I know, I know, welcome to the real world, working full weeks without days off for more than four weeks in a row. I hear you, I'm just tired.

Wah, wah, wah.

On a totally unrelated note.

This is what I'm thinking of doing to my closet/second bedroom (via here):

Gray/white striped walls with a magnetic/chalkboard wall or portion of wall. Instead of the yellow accent as shown in the home above, I'm thinking of purple accents! Love, love, loving this idea! I was inspired by this wedding to incorporate purple, which I heard yesterday, can't remember where, is going to be the color for interior decorating this year. Heart.

Over it.

I'm over this week.

And it's only Tuesday.

Losing an hour of sleep has royally effed me up. Add on top of that the fact that I have a sort-of roommate (f.b. has been staying over [although we've morphed back into a semi-normal friend mode, as opposed to the friend-boy relationship that had been occurring since August] pretty regularly for the past two weeks or so) and I'm not getting the normal amount of sleep that I am used to.

I just want my day to be over, go to the gym and go to bed.

Except that it's only 9:51, I have half of a block of my freshman and then an hour and a half with my juniors, then my hour and a half prep, then detention, then home to eat quick, then the gym, and THEN I can finally shower and go to bed.

I. Can't. Wait.

Sorry for the whine. I could go for some real wine come to think of it...

Liberty of London Purchases

So apparently today was the day that the Liberty of London for Target line launched and there was still a good selection at my local Target when I got there this afternoon, while online it was pretty much sold out.

I tried on two shirts and a dress, and only liked one of the shirts:

Loved loved loved it.

And this storage container (which I'm using in my living room to hold the remotes and some coasters):

And I can't find a picture of the candle or set of mini journals I bought, but I love it all. 

Next on my list is the Garden Collection at H&M which is in stores Thursday. I've seen this dress which looks really cute:

I also want to check out this dress and tank top:

Umm what else. 

Well, I may have a date next weekend. With a really cute guy.

A former student of mine is setting me up with her brother, he's supposed to call me today, so we'll see if we set anything up. I'm going to need a cute outfit!! 

My plan is to get my eyebrows threaded on Thursday and then stop at the Galleria to try on some of the H&M stuff and find a date outfit! 

And

he just told me how a family friend went to the Gold Rush and got a lot of gold and bought all of Horseneck Beach and then sold it to the state for like thirty million dollars and they like have a forty foot stretch of beach front property blah blah blah blah blah.

I. Don't. Care.

No offense, I don't mean to come off callous or rude to my students, I listen, rather intently and say "wow that's cool," or "that's neat." But really he just talks to hear himself speak and to be a kiss up.

I feel guilty

but there's a student in my class right now who is super annoying. And he always talks and comments and is a know-it-all.

It drives me bonkers.

I need to

jump on the Cougar Town train.

In the television sense.

I may or may not already be a passenger on that train in real life.