the fortune cookie said: the best cure for worry is work not whiskey

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the world is still spinning, madly on. you know there are those times when you feel as though the world is going to come crashing down around you, or as if you were blindfolded, stuck in a paper bag and told to find your way out (i mean that seems easy enough, but you cannot help but feel like the top of the bag has been folded, and it's all a trick). well, that's how the past few weeks have been for me. there's been this constant sense that i have forgotten something terrible important, and no matter how hard i try to remember it just feels like it's gone forever (please, for the love of Bob, someone discover how to make a rememberall an actuality).

things i forgot this week: assessment of learners test, the Oracle reading, turn in the library books, meetings with English department secretary, classes, quizzes, calculators, periodic tables, sleep.

in other news, this week is almost over, tomorrow is thankfully hear, and in a few hours it will all be over. i received an email from Lauri yesterday, saying that she would love to come to the good ol' land of lakes, which makes me very happy, and i really hope that she can manage that. it would be wonderful to see her again. i'm not sure what we would do, but it would be great, because it would be with her.

tomorrow i have a presentation for physical science, not only do i not understand a smidgen of what is going on in that class, but we have to do a presentation. don't worry, teaching an English lesson to a class full of children is different from being graded by a teacher on how much and how well one can explain static electricity. my group was scheduled to present last friday, but things happened so we were delayed until today (which is really bad for a worry woart like myself). i really have to sic myself up for presentations (give me a poem to read to the class and i'm fine). but today i got a fortune cookie and it read (as the title of this blog suggests) the best cure for worry is work not whiskey, and i think it worked (working that is). because i've been so worried that i wouldn't understand what i was talking about, but the more i read the more i understood.
so for all you people like me, work and be worry free.

yesterday i picked up some books from the library. i have this compulsion, i don't get just one book from the library, i get several--i think it's so if i'm bored with one of them, i don't have to walk back to the library for another one.

this time i got six: the reader, how i became stupid, a farewell to arms, the winged seed, big fish, reading like a writer


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You were an island and I passed you by.

Coming in October!

Top 4 Books (with quotes)

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 3



“Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?” [78]

“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run into each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…” [109]

and there are pictures:

It was as if we were broken, I thought, as if we were never supposed to feel these sticky emotions. It was as if we were cracked, couldn’t love right, couldn’t feel good things for very long without screwing it all up. We were like gasoline engines running on diesel… From a very early age our souls are taught there is a comfort and a discomfort in the world, a good and bad if you will, a lovely and a frightening. - Blue Like Jazz, 14

"He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet."
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera