A Pet Peeve.

I hate when middle aged women use the term "Peace-out".

Friday the 13th.

Here is a site that has way too many methods of bringing bad luck to yourself. Some are familiar: spilling salt, walking under ladders, breaking mirrors. Others are considerably more unconventional: watching a new moon for the first time through glass, wearing opals, and sitting on tables.

Does anyone actually believe this claptrap? Seriously, if I tried to not do all of those things, I would never find the time to read my daily horoscope, visit my psychic, and chant voodoo love spells over my Greek evil eye amulet.

Forget it.

Flaky.

I wish there was a way for me to make a snowflake without all the messy cutting and paper bits.

Like on the internet, for example.

Wait a minute!!

Those classes...

...that I was so worried about, that I wrote 2 term papers in one night for?

A, and A-.

Der. Imagine if I had really tried. Then I might have gotten 2 A's. Whoop.

I'm so done with grades. They're a punchcard. A forehead stamp. Maybe it's that whole midlife crisis thing we talked about before, but I'm over getting my next degree. I quit. I went to the UNLV online registrar and cancelled my spring classes. I'm not doing it. I will have more time in the evenings and I will save about a thousand bucks too.

A great weight is lifted from my shoulders.

Happy New Year.

As jaded and cynical as I have become, I can't help but feel a little excited at the beginning of a new year. It feels like a fresh start...time to try new projects. My favorite new project has always been reinventing myself. I'm selfish that way.

This year I plan to lose some weight, be a better friend, and do more of what I love to do.

I'm rethinking the whole master's degree thing, because it takes up so much of my time. It would mean a salary increase and an ego boost; the elitist in me likes having more degrees than other people. But teaching isn't my only true love. I want to have more time for self selected reading, doing improv, painting, writing, exercise. Since I'm starting to figure out that this is my only life, I have to make time for these activities somehow, and the way to do that is to cut out some other activity. Plus, university credits are not cheap.

I would love to cut out the activity of "work". Employment is the bane of my existence. Just think of how much time we would have to pursue happiness if it weren't for that dreaded job.