the time has come

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings"

-The Walrus and the Carpenter
Lewis Carroll

1. I love this poem, and this is my favourite stanza in it

2. I am also totally and completely enjoying my 4th and final practicum. I'm working with kids who have been suspended and expelled from school.

3. The gaping holes in my mouth are healing quite decently.

4. Since last night I've been feeling quite shitty so I hope that a good night sleep tonight will make me feel loads better tomorrow.

5. I just finished reading a book called The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde. It's part of a series and the first one is called The Eyre Affair. They're quite entertaining.

6. I just started reading Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard, which I feel is very much along the same lines as Waiting for Godot in the sense that it's an absurdist play. It's interesting so far though.

7. I actually have a ton of books to read right now. On my birthday as a gift to myself I bought 5.5 books. The .5 was a tiny pocket Robert Munsch book called I Have To Go. My favourite Robert Munsch book however is The Paper Bag Princess. I also have two books out from the library...

8. I slightly dislike facebook.

9. I had Starbucks with a couple of friends tonight. It was really good to see them and catch up. We decided that this summer we are going to start a book club. The first book that we're going to be reading is Three Cups of Tea because we all want to read it but we haven't had time to yet.

10. This is the second time that I'm writing out this post because the blog went weird and it posted but the post didn't actually show up. Copying and pasting didn't work either. If it doesn't work this time I will not be impressed what so ever.

a strange lull

This week was slightly crazy.

On Monday I got my G2 in Kingston and then by Monday night I was in Toronto.
On Tuesday I got my wisdom teeth out (what a joy that was).
On Wednesday I recooperated.
On Thursday I wrote part of a paper that's due this Monday.
On Friday I finished my paper and hung out with my family.
On Saturday I hustled to get everything ready to come back to Kingston and now here I am.

I have nothing to do until I go to work tomorrow night, and for the first time in about a month I don't have anything to prepare for for Monday and I don't have anything to stress out about or worry about. And it's WEIRD.

I don't know what to do with myself.

removing wisdom

On Tuesday I got my wisdom teeth removed. All 4 of them. And they didn't render me unconscious.

I am not a dentist person. You might even go so far as to say that I have an irrational fear and hatred of the dentist. However, I needed to get my wisdom teeth removed because they weren't doing so good, would end up hurting me eventually, and to top it all off once I'm out of school I'm not covered by my parents insurance so I would have to pay.

All of these reasons led me to the oral surgeon on Tuesday.

They were originally going to knock me out for it all, however I was so stuffed up in my nose when I went that they didn't think that it would be a good idea to knock me out. They heavily sedated me instead. Yeah, I felt no pain but I still heard and felt them yanking out my bottom right wisdom tooth. It is a NASTY sound and feeling I tell you.

Today is now Thursday. I took pain killers the first day but haven't since. And I have virtually no swelling. So I realize that I shouldn't complain. I have been living on meal replacement drinks, jello, yogurt and pudding though. I haven't had tea since Monday. And I just overall feel like crap.

What am I up to today? Well besides attempting to ingest these antibiotics I have to take 4 times a day, I am writing a paper today that is due Monday (my birthday).

This week has just been inducted into the top 5 worst weeks of life.

With tea in hand, she sat and watched the rain.

It gravitated down the window panes and made puddles on the lawn.
It bounced around on windshields, and sloshed down drainpipes.

It was Spring rain.
Over ambitious. Over excited.
It wanted to clean. Clean everything.

It washed away the memories of winter,
of snowmen on the lawn, and forts and snowball fights.

It washed away the aching cold, the deep darkness,
the frosty mornings, and the bitter wind.

Like a washerwoman it scrubbed everything,
from the squirrels, to the roads, to the inch worms underground.

It was time to begin again.
A brand new start.
A fresh clean start.

With tea in hand, she sat and watched the rain.

the master was unmoved.
to all their objections he would say,
'You have yet to understand that the
shortest distance between a human being
and Truth is a story."

-Anthony de Mello

the dreaming twitch

I don't know if this happens to you, but when I dream (which isn't too often) and I fall, or I hit a body part off of something, I usually jerk awake because that limb or whatever twitches (or slightly more than twitches) in the real world.

Does that ever happen to you?

Last night this happened to me again. First in a dream I hit my leg off of something, so I jerked awake as my right leg twitched.

I cursed slightly and then I settled back down to go to sleep.

Well, less than 5 minutes later something happened in a dream I don't remember because the next thing I know I'm awake, I have the tingly sensation that you get when you nail, or are about to nail, your head off something in a dream AND my head twitched.

It felt like my brain had moved around in my skull. It slightly freaked me out. Actually, I'm still slightly freaked out about the whole thing. I mean what if my brain really did slush around up there?

Does anything weird happen to you when you dream? Do you dream? If you do, do you dream in colour or black and white?

epic boredom

Today and tomorrow there are special program days at teacher's college.

Today was terrible.

Incredibly boring.

To stave of boredom I wrote a children's story about a little raindrop, who didn't want to be a raindrop anymore because it was boring. So he tell's his mum this, and she points out to him all the amazing things that only a raindrop can do. It ends with the little raindrop realizing that being a raindrop is a pretty awesome adventure.

Maybe tomorrow I'll write about a cat. Ooo...or a hedgehog. I really like hedgehogs.