Will you give me a moment while I vent? I am so bitter. Why, oh why, do I have a foot injury two months before my wedding? I need to get my fat ass to the gym! And it's not about losing weight, but feeling my best on my wedding day. I've always been pretty active and not being able to work out is really starting to grate me. I know. I know- I could lift some weights for my arms or do something light. But, it's just not the same. I love the feeling of moving my body. I love the feeling of my flushed face. I love feeling the sweat.

I know that I should really stay off my foot as much as possible-for as long as possible- so it could heal quicker and won't be injured more. But, dude, this is depressing.

Would you believe me if I said that I haven't spent more than $200 on clothes and shoes for myself since September? September! Though I am not 100% sure, I think that is about right. I'm pretty proud of myself. Call me unstylish, but I rather have money in the bank, be able to pay for a wedding, and not have debt looming over me.

Jason has gone to Vegas and, yesterday, I felt like a whiny baby. After some shut-eye, I feel much better. I went to Kaiser last night in hopes that someone could cure my foot pain, but they all said the same things that Jason has been telling me. Put ice on it. Take Advil. Don't do anything too stenuous. blah. blah. I told the doctor that I thought it might be a fracture because it hasn't healed in over a month, to which he just chuckled.

I only have one day of work next week and then I'm off to Yosemite from Tuesday to Friday for some "teacher development" in science. Should be fun to get away. It's funny- I've always said that if I ever got my ass to Europe, I wouldn't mind one bit if I went alone. But, as I'm planning and packing for this trip, which is only like three hours away, it's in total hesitation of not knowing anyone and having to meet new people. This is so unlike me.

Then, after I get back from Yosemite, it's my spring break!

In class, I was talking about my "fiance", and a boy yelled out, "That's like Beyonce with a F!" Never thought of that before!

Saturday was my bridal shower. It was a bit overwhelming to be the center of attention and I can only imagine what the wedding day will be like with so many more eyes on me and Jason! It was great seeing everyone again! Thanks to Jen, Jenn, Susan, and Claudia for planning the whole thing- wow, the committees did a wonderful job! Good evaluations for all! ;)

Off to Jason's nephew, Mason's birthday party. Jason's on call so he can't go, but off the Irvine I go! I'm a poet and didn't even know it!

My current reality show of choice: the Apprentice! I love, love the beginning of that show when they introduce the candidates. They all look so tough and ready for the world. I love the song too. I always sing along, "Money, money....money!" I was mighty peeved yesterday that the show was a montage of everything that has happened so far. Since I've watched each show to date, it was very disappointing. boo.hoo.

I'm so glad it is Friday! Saturday is my bridal shower! ahhH!!

I am such a drama queen. Before I used to deny this, but now I know that it is true. I take littlest things- whatever it may be- something that I can help and also things that I can't, and internalize it to be the biggest damn thing that is happening in the world.

I need to be more like Susan and Jen. They are two most level-headed, calm, and rational girls that I know.

Monday morning. blah. blah. It is 4:30 in the morning. I went to sleep around 6:30 last night and woke up to finish up report cards and write a letter to my parents.

Whenever I drive my car, I hear this grating noise. It must be the break pads. I need to take it in for service but the place I usually take it is open only on the weekdays. I wonder if it could wait until the second week of April when I have Spring Break.

Have a great week! I am dreading.....

My right foot is in pain. There is a tinge of pain everytime I step on it. It's been like this for about a month now so I haven't been able to work out. My wedding is in two and a half months and I feel like a bloated hog.

There is nothing cuter than kids in front of the TV. This is, of course, coming from a teacher. They are so motionless and focused on what is on the screen. It is pretty darn near amazing. (I am in class right now. It's lunch time and I gave my students the option of staying inside the classroom to watch Rugrats while they ate pizza which our class won in a contest.) They are ssooooo cute.

Today, I received this letter:
Dear Miss Park,
I hope you have a grate weekend. But also I hope you have a lovely wetting. The next thing that I want to tell you is that I hope you have beautiful children. And the last last thing I want to tell you is that I hope you will alwase be happy. Love, Gus

aww, too cute.

Some of my favorite jokes. Thanks Theo.

You're good. Good for nothing.
You're funny. Funny smelling.
You're special. Special Olympics.
You're dumb. Dumb Dumb.

PMS hit me particularly hard this month; I was extra sensitive, weepy, and had a headache for most of this week. Being conscious of my monthly womenly "issues," I counted the weeks to my wedding, and guess what? Mywedding will be smack in the height of my May-PMS?! So, if I'm extra senstive, downright crazy and I cry insanely at insignificant things, you will know why. Just wanted to give my girls a heads up.

Anyone who said there is no such thing at PMS is a male.

Actual conversation with a parent yesterday. Let's call her Sam's mother.

"So, Ms. Park, when is your wedding?"
"May 29th. It's coming up!"
"When will you give Sam his invitation?"
"I am not sure about inviting students to my wedding. I really can't afford to invite them all, and it wouldn't be fair just to invite some."
"Well, then, you could just give me an invitation and I'll come without Sam."

???
Mind you, I wasn't remotely thinking of inviting this lady!

I agree with Susan. Martha Stewart? Found guilty? Didn't think that would happen for some reason. Damn. I used to love that lady. Watched her show. Subscribed to her magazine. Wished I could be that domestic one day. Can't really picture her in jail. Susan said that Martha will probably decorate it all pretty. Yeah, with her lime and antique yellow hues. Oh, and she'll feed all the other inmates too! haha.

I starved most of the day yesterday, and then went to MacDonalds for filet o' fish sandwich, half a Big Mac, two chicken nuggets, fries, coke and an apple pie! Can we say gross or what?

I used to hate papayas. Claudia once bought a ton of it and I could have sworn it smelled like ass.

Then, at school, we were given a a box of them. Every month, we get some kind of vegetable or fruit: cabbage, apples, pears, etc. Most teachers will let the kids try some and take whatever is left home.

When I saw that box of papaya, I initially thought, "Take that damn ass fruit out of my class!" But then, I had a whole bunch so I tried it. It still tasted a little wierd but I didn't want it to go to waste so I tried some more and it got better with each taste!

Now, I love papayas! It makes me feel so exotic, like I'm on some tropical island, me and my papayas.

I curse the day I got these wretched things called bangs. Oh why, oh why, won't they grow?