Tuesday, October 26, 2010

sometimes

When your very best friend sends you a text that says, "Move here so I can remember who I am," you want more than anything to do just that.

You want to move there, go over to her house, sit on the couch and make fun on the women on The View. You want to talk and gossip and laugh and cry. You want to remember what it was like to be fourteen, and nothing was more important than the boy in your history class who drove a red jeep.

You want to remember a time before babies and careers. Before second guessing our every move and trying to figure out what it all means.

You want to do just that.

But you can't.

And it's awful.

wg

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

tales from therapy...again

Therapist: Tell me why you're here.

Me: I don't trust people.

Therapist: Mmhmm. And, when you say people, do you mean everyone? Or people, specifically?

Me: Specific people. Well, specifically, all people.

Therapist: Mmhmm. Why is that?

Me: How should I know? Aren't you the one with the degree? Hey, where is your degree by the way? I don't see it on the wall. Are you sure you have a degree? What's up with that? What are you hiding? What aren't you telling me? Why would you lie?

Therapist: Well, you get points for being self-aware.

wg

Friday, October 15, 2010

oh yeah, i'm not crazy

Have you ever just had one of those days? One of those days when you feel like the craziest person on the planet? You can't just get it right. You cry. You scream. You think it's time to get back on the doctor's couch or start taking meds again or probably both.

Then, you get your period.

And you remember: Oh yeah, I'm not crazy.

I'm just a girl.

wg

Monday, October 4, 2010

letting people in OR the wg meets a new boy

So.

I met someone.

We met on match.com.

He is cool.

Dorky as that sounds.

Dating someone is one thing; liking someone is another.

And I like this boy.

He's a chef.

So I'm going to call him Chef Boyardee.

Because, well, he's a boy who's a chef. And that's funny.

Know what else is funny? How much relationships have changed in this decade. In the past two weeks of meeting, I've taken the following big steps:

1. Adding him as a friend on facebook
2. Blogged about him
3. Googled "How Not to Be a Commitmentphobe"

What's even funnier is that I am more terrified of him reading the awesumness than meeting my parents.

But, we're getting ahead of ourselves.

Liking someone is so different from dating someone.

WG likes Chef Boyardee.

Uh oh.

Friday, October 1, 2010

i tune in with my students....

As a reward, I brought in my iHome and played music for my students. They told me my music sucks. So, I set up a request box and had them suggest songs they'd like to hear. It's a pretty awe-sum megamix.

Love Like Woe – The Ready Set
The Soundtrack for the Wizard Apprentice Commercial
Jet Airliner – Steve Miller Band
Fly like an Eagle – Steve Miller Band
Hey Bulldog, Octopuses Garden, Revolution 9, Revolution, Set Back, Dig a Penny – The Beatles
Devil in Disguise, Jailhouse Rock, Blue Suede Shoes – Elvis
Sweet Home Alabama – Lynard Skynard
Around the Bend – CCR
18 and Life – Skid Row
Youth Gone Wild – Skid Row
Run Joey Run – Defying Gravity
Just the Way You Are – Bruno Mars
Cooler Than Me – Mike Posner
Toes – Zach Brown Band
The Joker – Steve Miller Band
The Catalyst – Linkin Park
Any Man of Mine –Shania Twain
Mine – Taylor Swift
Mud Digger Rap - ????
Love Like Crazy - ???
Songs by B.O.B
Misery – Maroon 5
Jungle Love – Steve Miller Band
Impossible – Shontelle
Never Say Never, Somebody to Love – Justin Beiber
A year without rain – Selena Gomez
Secrets – One Republic
Dirty Little Secret – All-American Rejects
Syndicate- The Fray
Gravity – Sara Baralles
Don’t Stop the Music – Rihanna
Critical, Biggest Fan, Introducing Me - Nick Jonas
Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough – Michael Jackson
Rock Lobster – The B 52’s
Swingtown – Steve Miller Band
Hip Hip Hooray, Claim to Fame – Coming This Fall
Your Love – Nicky Ninja
I love Rocky Road, Do I Creep You Out, Eat it – Weird Al Yankovich
Black Hole Sun - Some old cd of my dad’s

Apparently, I have a 13 year old who is obsessed with the Steve Miller Band. Go figure.

wg