keep your hand at the level of your eyes

[themeletor]

I feel like shit. Still slightly nauseous from this morning, though the ginger ale (for real ginger ale, not that pansy-ass grocery store canned stuff) helped, and now I've got a headache that's making my eyesight pulse. Fuck.

But I got some calc done, and it's just that and my short little English paper for tomorrow. I still have to call US Cellular about my phone's continuing deadness, but that's not going to happen until I can talk without wincing.




In case you haven't heard directly, I seem to have decided I want to teach middle- or high-school English. I mean, really, I'm seriously happy and content with that revelation/choice. So weird; I think it's the sickness talking.

I'll post a hit of crack later tonight, maybe.

For now, if you'll excuse me I have to finishing pimping BoP to someone and then take a nap.

Comments

[ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com]

Nothing delays a nap, like stating your intentions to take one. Or maybe that's just for me...

I had no idea Alex Ross did Batman! *eee* I've got a "bloodsucker Bush" shirt, by him.

Congrats, on the career decision. God knows we could use more decent teachers.

Oh... And I didn't know you could get US Cellular that far up north? I thought it was only a central lower states thing... (My brother works for them, so if you talk to anyone named 'Roger', be sure to call him a nerd.)

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

no, it's for me too. I didn't actually start napping until like 4.

didn't call US Cell either, but then again my headache is still making me uncivil. maybe the new england location is what's Fucking Shit Up? service for my other phone was ok... wtf.

yeah, I'm pretty happy with it (career decision). except god knows why I want to spend more years in a middle/high school environment.

take a picture of that shirt. or scan it. or something. I have got to see this.

[ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com]

Just... Promise me (many years in advance, I know) that you won't put on a random Disney-ish movie, for absolutely no reason, during class. I always loathed the teachers who did that.

Anyway! ^_^


My friend gave me a shirt with that painting on it, for my birthday. It's so much fun to wear around, in the bible belt. Especially, when some random person will pull you aside and say how much they love it.

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

look! i did another icon!

Hey - there is a giant scary picture in the middle of things here - is that post or layout?

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

that's my layout.

[justaredherring.livejournal.com]

Probably bad that my first impression is that Scarecrow is trying to pull Ivy away from Batman so he can get closer. Hah.

Crackity crack woo!

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

mine too. my second was "and if he isn't, well, god, his hand looks DAMNED SEXY on her shoulder there."

just because you used the adorable jempuu!Timmy!crack icon, I posted a hit. :D

[justaredherring.livejournal.com]

I see, and now I go to comment! :D

Eh, you just doubled the 'u' instead of the 'p'. I do that all the time. ^^;

[justaredherring.livejournal.com]

I meant to post with this icon that time. ;)

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

notice that I'm mentally incapacitated and probably spelt that username six kinds of wrong.

[johanirae.livejournal.com]

Batman, ever popular with cosplaying female and male fans.

Yeah, I know, totally lame joke :-P But wow, you want to be a teacher? I could never teach... (ie, I know how stuff works, just dunno how to tell people how stuff works), but I always had a huge respect for teachers and aspiring tutors... good luck hon :-)

[duckgirlie.livejournal.com]

Weird. Lots of people I know have recently decided they want to teach. Most of them want to teach English.

[elessil.livejournal.com]

This pic makes me all dizzy.

[elessil.livejournal.com]

(In a good way though)

And congrats on your decision. Be happy you've made it, really. To really know what you want to do and be happy with that decision - that's insane luck and should never be underestimated.