OK. So I have been reprimanded for not writing sooner. Some people are soooo pushy :) Just Kidding. I love it that my friends actually read what I write.

My alarm clock didn't go off this morning. I woke up at 8:00, which is when I'm supposed to be at work. The worst part (besides losing out on $13) was that I was in the middle of a nightmare. I woke up so suddenly, that it's been sticking with me all morning. I have an icky feeling that something awful happened to me and I should be doing something about it. Then I  remember it was just a nightmare. 

I have been pondering many of the deep questions of life lately. Who am I? What precisely is my purpose in life? Did I do the right thing quitting teaching and moving here to Chicago? How can I use my talents to serve God? And is it actually possible to go insane from boredom?

I am so incredibly bored at work. It's due to a combination of being efficient and finishing my tasks too quickly and having lots of free time and being bored by the actual tasks themselves. The irony is that  I actually wanted a boring desk job. Something that wouldn't stress me out and where I could have my evenings free. Of course, no job is completely stress free. I have a coworker that makes it extremely difficult to be easy going in the workplace. But I don't want to gossip. At least not right now. I have taken to surfing the internet and planning exciting adventures for myself (If I could come up with a friend and 899, I could go to Scotland for 10 days, right now!), flat out hallucinating conversations with  pictures of various historical evangelists (Me and Billy Sunday have an ongoing friendship), and staring into space trying to imagine myself anywhere but here. If anyone has any other tips for occupying your mind and time, please pass them on. Well, I should go. I do have one thing I should finish.

I almost forgot: I started another site that was a little more kid-friendly for my students to sign up for. I've been talking to some of them lately. Apparently the new hip place to post is myspace, but I started one up here. It's www.xanga.com/ mscardy.

The Perfect Man and Other Hallucinations

The fleas of the apocalypse are back. They are small in number so far, but I think they are multiplying. I can't wait til I can move out of this horrible place. However, I REALLY don't want to pack. I hate moving. But I like being in new places. Welcome to my world.

Today one of my students walked out of my room without permission and when she came back I wrote her up for what she did and she told the vice principal she had never left my room at all. I honestly thought for a few minutes that I had been hallucinating her departure, but I checked with a few of my other students and they confirmed that she had indeed been gone. I am going crazy with school ending next week, but luckily not that crazy!

My friend Bekah is with a really cool guy that I finally met tonight. He has a friend that Bekah thinks might be the perfect man for me and we are all going to get together sometime soon. The friend wants to meet me. There is of course, a catch. The guy is blind. Now I think that's great, theoretically, because he won't know what I look like, he'll only be able to get to know me based on my personality (which I have plenty of). But then yesterday I saw a Felicity episode (which is totally a sign, because I never watch that show) and a girl was blind and then she got her eyesight back and she found out that the guy she liked was really ugly and she was very disappointed. So of course, I am worried that I will meet the guy, I'll really like him and I'll have a chance with him and then when he gets his eyesight back, or when I tell my first crazy story he'll be disappointed. I think maybe I need to just chill. I'm hoping Chicago has better prospects.  

Oh right, I forgot to mention. I who never make decisions without great waffling and second guessing and hesitancy to the point of paralyzation have decided to move to Chicago. It's time to start actually attempting to have some of the grand adventures I dream of. I've been wanting to try to get into the theatre community there for several years. So i'm going to go try. I am very nervous. I don't know if I chose the right thing. But I feel peace mostly, and relief at the idea of not going back to that awful school. 10 more days til freedom!!!!