"And all I can taste is this moment/ and all I can breathe is your life/ when everything feels like the movies/ you bleed just to know your alive/ and I don't want the world to see me/ cause I don't think that they'd understand/ and everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to know who I am." -Johnny Rzeznik (Goo Goo Dolls)
so I have three bruised ribs, bruises on my neck lovely purple marks all over, and I've been walking like a vejita. But I can move today with a minimal amount of screaming coming from my poor muscles.
work has been interesting these past couple of days, we do PE every day and I have been making the boys do ballet because it is low impact and it feels sooo good when I get all these muscles stretched. I had one father complain that I was turning his son into a pansy. I asked him to do ten pliets in a row and he said never mind, he complained this morning that he was still sore, I think some people need to learn that dancers are nowhere near weak. I had a mother tell me that I should leave my abusive husband. I had to inform her that one I am not married and two I don't make a very good victim. I don't think she believed me because she said well at least your not wearing a wedding ring. I so wanted to sock her.
I have nothing special planned for this weekend, I have class tomorrow, and I might go to the museum of natural history and the planetarium with the boy scout and Mandest... I'm gonna go talk to my momma today (wish me luck) and then it will be Monday and I will start all over.
14 days till Harry Potter, two horribly long weeks. Even longer till my birthday but I've stopped counting cause I think I'm becoming obsessed.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
