Well its a Monday alright....we've broken in to the end of January mode. I happen to believe the day Monday was purely invented to torture teachers. We come from a glorious weekend to come back to a day where the kids are still riding off their sugar highs. Not to mention the smirking evilly at you due to the fact they somehow know you're tired and have decided today is the day to want to do your hair....in pigtails? I now know why my hair is tramatized and refuses to grow...its the over use of watermelon kids detangler and all that pulling er i mean hair brushing that happens. When you have a child go oo lets make her look like a wet dog, generally is where you go, NO...because number 1, you have no idea what they are about to do. NUMBER 2, it may very well involve water...but knowing kids, it won't just be water. You see according to 4 yr olds, hairspray is made of body lotion, soap and water.... Yes and this said hairspray doesnt feel nice in your hair...it kinda itches.
i begin to wonder why i'm a stressed indivual, and then I realize as soon as I leave the confines of my hobbit hole....thats where it all begins. Despite my already fun ulcers, acid reflux, and irritable bowel syndrome, i find i can not avoid stress though i try. I generally am a homebody shall we say, I enjoy relaxing in my room not being bothered by the outside world except for text messaging and face book. As soon as I step out of my house safety zone I enter the danger zone. There is the possibility of so much to go wrong....and it usually does. Cause i am just lucky like that. if it's not that i was socially akward enough, now lets through in a highschool reunion...10 years of not seeing a lot of people. I haven't come to full terms with the reunion aspect if i should be all wohoo or if i should be running in the other direction. I kinda mentally erased the negativity from my growing up, considering it mostly entailed being picked on and well being severely socially akward. I tend to be very accident pron and the bad luck fairy like to throw things at me at random. I'm highly recalling i did kind of run away from waterford when i graduated, well it wasn't exactly running more of a peace out see ya type of deal. My major thing was the same tragic thing everyone goes through, the whole i don't fit in type of deal. Lets face it, no one fits one type of mold. I have never been the average person, not in my life.kind of have this oddball thing down pretty good, which I don't mind so much. I'm interested to see how everyone has changed in the years, and see how a lot of my old friends are doing. I do have a goal I set for myself to go up there a little bit happier about myself. Key being myself, not for anyone else. I always remember being taller than others, bigger than others, and in some aspects more socially akward than others. Maybe it was the stuttering or the fact i let my learning disabilities hinder the rest of my life. The point being is, we all grow up, and in the end, sometimes life just leads us in different directions. And I can proudly say, hey i'm from waterford ct. And then watch people from here in texas go, you're from where?
