bizzy

Yeah, I know I'm slacking in this thing real hard. But seriously, this week was, if I may, turbo busy.  I had to teach a lot at school which meant I had to prepare lessons, and I did a lot of tutoring because a bunch of kids have tests coming up and now they are freaking out because they have no clue about anything English.  Which means some nice extra money for me, but longass days, and the money is going to buying people Christmas presents anyway.  I pretty much spent the week praying for this moment:  Thursday night, when I can finally sit at home and not think about teaching a bunch of hormonally charged, anti-authority eighth-graders with filthy thoughts that aren't even creative.  But my room is looking pretty boss now, I've got little wooden chairs and a shelf and soon I'll get a sofa form my flatmate Lydia.  

I'll try to write something interesting soon, but lately I've been beat and can barely form whole sentences, let alone type a coherent blog.  I have also been having some nasty sleeping problems that end up with me being a zombie much of the time.  It takes me hours to fall asleep, and I noticed that I can't stop clenching my jaw.  Messed up.  And I regularly lose feeling in my toes, which freaks me out a little.  What if they fall off one night while I'm not sleeping and jaw-clenching?   Ugh.

dumb decisions as usual

Remember in my last post, when I said (and I quote) that I "do stupid shit ALL the time" and that "spontaneity gets me into trouble"? Well, last night pretty much proved that point. In my infinite wisdom I decided to meet up with a friend after tutoring and go to Haus 73 in the Schanze to have some beer and see a band from England play. Here's my timeline:

9:00: Band starts playing. They're okay.
11:30: Band stops, me and comrade hang around Haus 73 for a while until we decide to go.
Some point after 12:30: We realize that I have missed the last subway home.
2:00: I crash at co-conspirator's abode, dreading what is to come.
5:15: I wake up and drag myself to the bus stop. I look in my bag and happily discover a banana given to me by the Korean mom last night. I stuff it into my mouth and chew sleepily.
6:00: I arrive home. I peel off my disgusting-feeling clothes and wash the feeling of "basement" off my face. I slurp coffee.
6:30: I start planning a lesson I have to teach at 8:00. Good god.
7:25: I arrive at school. I am despondent and immediately drink more coffee.
8:00: I begin teaching a bunch of 7th graders about relative and contact clauses. I am slightly cracked out.
9:35: Crisis averted! I am successful. Becoming more and more cracked out by the minute, I proceed to grade 15 tests and complete a variety of other tasks. Coffee makes my tummy hurt.
13:52: Right now. I am not happy, because I still have four hours left at school, including my worst nightmare: Hausaufgabenhilfe. I hate Hausaufgabenhilfe, but thankfully I get paid for it so it's at least a form of hell that buys me stuff. I also have to tutor for two hours afterwards. I wistfully dream of 6:00, when I can trudge home, plod over to my room and pass out on my (freshly washed and nice-smelling, might I add) comfy little bed. But you know what? I don't regret going out at all.

My life might be ridiculous, but hey- at least I'm living it.

basking

Ah, to live in an apartment I like.  It's pretty much like having a new, happier life...living in a place with cool people and colors on the walls is practically heaven compared to my previous dungeon.

I would write more, but I have been out and about from 8 in the morning till around 9 tonight, and I am beat.  Tomorrow is a day-long conference at the school so I get a surprise day off, and I am going to sleep in as long as possible.  

I will write more interesting things soon, but I am not being lazy, I promise.  I actually ride my bike to school and back (unless the weather is bad) and that's around 11 km.  I used googlemaps to figure it all out!  Then today I also rode my bike to tutoring which ended up being around 12 km, so today I rode a total of about 23 km, which is a little over 14 miles.  I figure, since I don't have time on busy days to go to the gym, if I ride my bike everywhere I'll make up for it.  There are definitely some uphill segments too, and if I have my school stuff it adds a lot of weight and I have to pedal pretty hard.  

My friend Amy brought me chocolate and wine last night to celebrate moving into my new place.  After some wine, I forget what we were talking about exactly, I think it had to do with being bolder or something.  Anyway, she ended up taking out her notebook and writing down something I said:  "One, you don't know how DUMB I am sometimes.  Two, I do stupid shit all the time.  And C, spontaneity gets me into trouble."

Apparently, I am a wise sage.