Spaz Attack

Thoughts from a big spaz who has lots to spaz about.

Friday, October 31, 2003

So I went to Walmart last night to look for a costume. There was barely anything left but I did find a cool Sponge Bob Square Pants costume. Then I realized it was $16 and put it back and bought a $3 witches' hat instead. I'm kind of regretting it now. It is not often for students to see their teacher all dressed up and that would have been fun. Rats. oh wells. It is going to be a crazy day with extra hyper children high off of Snickers and M&M's. Not particularly looking forward to it, but at least it is Friday! Have a good one!

Thursday, October 30, 2003

Halloween is tomorrow. For some reason, I'm not completely feeling it, but I am thinking that maybe I will go out tonight and buy myself and Jason a costume. And I could try to make him wear it and crash some party. hmmm..

Last year, I told myself that it would be the absolute last year I dressed up for Halloween. So, I dressed up like a "slutty sailor girl" and Jen was the "slutty angel" and we went out with some other girls and met slutty nurses, maids, and school girls. In the midst of it, I told myself that I would never celebrate this dammed holiday again.

But I guess I'm not ready to hang up this whole Halloween thang yet. Cause even though I don't like the whole devilish part of it, I think it is fun to dress up once a year. When else will I see Jason dressed in a toga?

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

On Tuesdays, dismissal is at 1:11 PM. That is an hour less than usual and would be, on any other day, a good thing. However, teachers at my school have an hour of "professional development" meetings after this dismissal. These are meetings that drag on and on with little conclusions about anything.

You have to find it semi-funny to even bear through it and try to stay sane. There are teachers that are ridiculously adament about mandated issues that they have very little power of changing. You could see their veins popping out as they debate issues such as why our district currently has no white paper. I, on the other day, mostly stay quiet. I have enough drama outside of school to fight and worry about the virtues of lunch detention over after school detention.

I guess I should be more political. Find out about issues more carefully and fight, fight, fight. It's funny how passionate I am about certain things in my life, and how I am so indfferent to other things.

(SN to Jen: You need to add comments on your site!)

Monday, October 27, 2003

I am at school right now. It is 6:31 AM. I think I am a tad bit too early today. I came in to get some stuff done-stuff that I said I would do over the weekend, but didn't. Ugh.

I went to one of my favorite places last night. I went to Burke and Williams with my mom and Claudia. Claudia was treating us of pampering after moving hell and all. My massage therapist kept kneeling me too hard and when I told her to go softer, I could barely feel her. After a couple of times of going from too hard and then too soft, I was frustrated and let her go at it over my body like a heavy steam roller on a misson to smoosh my frail bones.

Oh, I don't have internet at my new place as of yet so I apologize if I haven't been able to email or IM or blog or do any other internet nonsense. I wish I could check my email at school. I am blocked from using yahoo mail or even friendster messaging by LAUSD... Damn....

Well, hope all is well with y'all. Talk to you soon!

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Jen wants to be Halle Berry. Maybe I could be Jennifer Aniston. ha!

Friday, October 17, 2003

I haven't written here in awhile it seems. I wish I had some interesting news to report, but lately, my days have been filled with horrible traffic, papers that have to graded, and nagging thoughts of moving again.

Today, after lunch, a student asked me why she has a bellybotton. As I was explaining about the cord that provided her nourishment while she was still a wee baby in her mommy's tummy, another student yelled out, "I had surgery on my private when I was five years old!" This was followed by another boy who yelled, "Me too!" Ok...moving on.

So, I'll be spending most of the weekend packing away. We're not moving far. Actually, it's only a fifteen minute drive. Too bad that means fifteen more minutes added onto my commute each way. Damn. And what is up with the MTA strike?

I'm in a very whiny mood right now. Wha, wha, wha....just the thought of packing makes me cringe. Wish me luck. I hope I survive this weekend.

One last thing. Girls, have you ever gotten a haircut and asked for layers and the person hacks the hair off your head? That happened to me. Yes, I asked for layers, but I want that subtle look. I don't want my hair to resemble staircases now! I won't be going back to that place, even though I told the hair professional that I would. Too bad because she was a really nice girl.

Saturday, October 11, 2003

Recently, I've been hearing some commercials for Knott's Scary Farm and it reminded me of the first time I went to this annual soiree. I was in the eighth grade and a bunch of girls went together. Seriously, that must have been one of the scariest nights of my life. I remember the girls holding onto each other so tight that sweaters were stretched, hair was pulled, and we were on all fours while going through the mazes. I remember screaming for my dear life while being chased around by costumed men shaking cans filled with beans.

Then, the following year, I went again. And this time, I don't know if it was because there were boys with us, but nothing was scary and the whole thing was just so lame.

What a difference a year makes.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

This weekend, I went to a swank club on Sunset. I forgot the name but it is on the Corner of Crescent Heights and Sunset. Anyways, I had a revelation: I am too damn old to party like I used to. The music is near deafening. The overcrowded nature of these places now makes me feel claustrophobic. The valet, the one that you are forced to utilize, scratched up my car. And to top it off, the whole time, for fun and to pass time, I made a mental list of all the errands that I had to run the next day. Just. Not. Fun. Anymore.

This Saturday Claudia escorted me to the local Cerritos mall to return all the goods that I have not worn, and still have tags and receipts for. I absolutely hate returning things so I really needed Claudia’s handholding and support along the way. (“You could do it, Cristina. I know you can! Go! Go!’) And I ended up returning $735.10 worth of merchandise! Wahoo!

Not much is going on. I am still living at home and loving it. I had major reservations about it before, but I love living with my mom. She is a great woman and I have lots to learn from her. She makes me dinner while I tell her all about my day, packs my lunches in the mornings, cleans my room after I leave, and tells me everyday that she prays for me. As I get older, I wonder if I will ever get another chance to spend this kind of time with my mom and I am really cherishing every minute while I can.

Monday, October 06, 2003

I don't have to go into work today because of Yom Kipper, and all I can say is...

"Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel...I made you out of clay. Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel I shall play!"

Oops, wrong holiday! Have a good one...

Saturday, October 04, 2003

I voted.

I voted for a person name No. I hope he's good.