Weird, weird, weird

Just when I think my life can't get any more bizarre, it does. Some of you know what I'm talking about, others do not. Lets just say that for most of you, if you don't know what I'm talking about, let's leave it at that. It's been a fucking weird week. I'm glad it's over.

So, I know the blogging has been kinda sparse lately, things have been nuts and I'm pretty happy that they're getting calmer (calm for me is not, I know, quite the same as for everyone else, but oh well). I got 16 albums in the mail to review and two MAJOR shows coming up. One of my best friends, Shannon, is coming in from Boston this weekend and I am PSYCHED. I totally need Shannon right now...she is quite possibly one of the few people that will understand the situation I'm in at the moment. Thank god she'll be here in four days.

Then, the week after that will FINALLY be the Pink Party! Woot! Wife and I have been talking about this party for months now and we finally set a date, planned a menu and sent out the evite. Now I just need to figure out who I'm going as, though Wife gave me a pretty damn good idea...

Going to see "The Queen" with Jim tomorrow night which I'm quite psyched about. I've got a list o' other movies I want to see (which is unusual) so at least I'll be able to cross one off my list.

Oh yeah, we had parent-teacher conferences on Thursday. It went just fine so I'm not quite sure why I was so anxious about the whole thing. At least two really nice things that came out of the night:
One parent told me that her daughter and a friend of hers (also a student of mine) don't stop talking about how great they think Ms. M is. I liked these girls before, they're smart, good writers and kinda alterna/punk/emo girls. Of course hearing that they don't stop talking about how much they like my class doesn't hurt things at all. Yay:)

Another parent of a boy in my journalism class told me that he talks about how much he likes the class and Ms. M all the time as well. Now, this kid cracks me up...I mean, seriously. I let him and his two friends get away with murder (as long as they get the work done) and I'm well aware of it. But, I also feel like he's the sort of kid that a lot of teachers don't like because they don't understand him, he's a live-wire and he's one of those punkish/emoish kids. However, I think what they don't see is that he's a good writer, has a good eye for photography and has a damn good sense of humor. So, when his mom told me that I have apparently connected with him in some way, it made me really happy. I really want to help him see that a) life DOES get better after high school, esp. once you're out of private school (trust me, I went to private school and definitely felt like I didn't fit in with most of the kids), b) there are things you can do with a love of music, writing and photography (three things he is very good at but I don't think he's gotten positive feedback from a teacher about it until me) and c) not all teachers are evil creatures out to make your life totally miserable (maybe a little miserable, but not completely).

So, I went away from conferences feeling pretty good. Then I went drinking with a bunch of other teachers which is a WHOLE other story. For another time. I'm going to bed, 5:30 comes early.
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Listening to: Escape the Fate, Dying is Your Latest Fashion