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Gah! Why did I commit to NaNoWriMo? I'll never do 50,000 words by the end of the month.

*Sob*

Not Much Scares Me...

... but this does.

Stacey-Lee, I do not want a group booking.

Shoes!

I ordered these from Modcloth on Saturday.



Gray needn't return from Timor, I've found me a new love.

Chop Ups.

I mowed the lawn today. I would like to say that I did this all by myself, but that would be a lie. And lying is wrong. And so is your head...



Anyway, I had to get the neighbour to start the mower because I apparently possess no upper body strength.

Yet More Statistical Statistics

W00T! Someone from Belarus visited my page! It is my favourite obscure Eastern European country of all time. Please feel free to come back and hang out my Belorussian friend. You are blessed with a thriving mushroom industry and the wonderful Max Mirnyi. You must, therefore, rock.

Statistical Statistics

I've been whiling away the time while I'm too lazy to get up and put dinner on by perusing my stats. Turns out most random people get here by googling 'I hate Darwin'. I didn't know I had so many kindred spirits. There were also quite a few searches for 'trouser snake'. Giggle. Snort.
I'm now tempted to just throw in as many bizarre topics into my posts as my brain can muster up to see if people actually google them. A good idea or a recipe for disaster?

Toasty

Like my new decor? Yes, it is actually called 'Toasty'. Although, as my fingers feel like ice at present, I couldn't really say it represents my current state of being.

Just For You...

Here you go, Alex. I posted for you. Who knows, someday, I might even write a real post for you...

World's Best Job

Okay. So I have just come off the world's best teaching job. I love the staff. I love the principal. I love the kids. I love the school. If I had no ethics I may well have kidnapped the teacher I was replacing just to stay there. But I do have ethics...really. Now I'm just praying for her to get pregnant. That's okay, right? A baby is a good thing for both of us, so I'm not just being a selfish so-and-so. Right?
Some of my students asked to friend me on Facebook which broke my little tiny heart into a thousand shiny pieces. I wanted so badly to FRIEND them, but i know that it could lead to problems as a teacher. And I VERY MUCH want to be their teacher again . My magical solution? I gave them my Twitter name, which may also lead them here. Publicness is cool, isn't it? You can't say anyone's my favourite if they're all here. Okay. OKAY?
Welcome them all, my friends, they are lovely.

Of nightmares and cold sweats

In pondering on what might constitute a most crippling allergy, I decided that, for me, it would be high heels. How much does this say about my intellect or lack thereof?