Hall & Oates

Day 11 – Why Does My Heart Read So Bad?

It’s done. All done. Essays are ready to be handed out. Wooooo!


Dunzo. They better read the comments I worked so hard to write!

But now I’m so tired, I’m Al Green sad. I’m so emo when I’m sleep deprived. I think I’ll go get ready for bed, bunk down with a little Robin Nelson or Avi Santo. Talk TV to me.

Things I did today instead of working:

  • Cursed the 23 bus. HOW? HOW ARE YOU ALWAYS LATE?!  Also, why is the bus always full? It was 9am! Where did you people come from and where are you going because you definitely didn’t get off at the uni stop. Do people actually live in Mairangi? Where is this magical mystery place and how is it okay that their buses just don’t show up sometimes? I want answers!

    Is this Mairangi?

    Is this Mairangi?

  • Went to Maccas for breakfast because the bus didn’t come. I guess it’s not all bad.
  • Sang ‘Wicked Game’ in the office because no one else was in the building. Liberating.

Random dorky cheese-ball oldies lyrics:

Im tired of playing on the team
It seems I don’t get time out anymore
What a change if we set the pace face to face
No one even trying to score
Oh oh I can feel the magic of your touch
And when you move in close a little bit means so much
Ooh yeah, you’ve got to understand baby
Time out is what Im here for

One on one I wanna play that game tonight
One on one I know I wanna play that
One on one I wanna play that game tonight
One on one so slow

– Hall & Oates

Daryl Hall tho

Daryl Hall tho… I mean…


Day 5 – Oh Baby, Marking Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over.

The official reading and writing may be done but I still have to assign percentage grades. At this point it feels like there’s no end but I know it all has to be in by Wednesday so there’s that little headache. Guess who’s not coming home at a decent hour tomorrow night?

It’s also the first day of term for my other teaching job. I informed them that I probably won’t be available for very much longer. Tutoring and the MA is enough for me, I think. I’ve been seeing spots and almost blacking out every time I go to work in the afternoon so that’s not a good sign. Although I do have one student that I want to see ‘graduate’ from the programme. Would it be creepy if I told him he could email me any essays he wants checked? Probably. I’m think I’m just having a very To Sir With Love  moment.

I would have taken the other job...

I would have taken the other job.

I know I’m in the final stretch but I’m so exhausted I just want to pass out. “I think I can, I think I can…”

I’m also enjoying the office a little too much. It’s only a matter of time before I bring an air mattress in there. I know CH would be game for that.

Or someone can buy me this. Wishlist!

Or someone can buy me this. Wishlist!

Things I did today instead of working:

  • Danced to ‘It’s Like That’ in order to wake up. It’s better than coffee…and that’s the way it is. Huh!
  • Started a Tumblr account and immediately got bored with it.
  • Went to work and rubbed my temples like an angry old lady when one of my students refused to do his work.
  • Watched Home Movies with the commentary on: “Nobody’s staring at me. People are staring at you and your stupid rich-bitch dress”

Random “I mean, right?!” lyrics of the day:

I can go for being twice as nice
I can go for just repeating the same old lines
Use the body now you want my soul
Ooh, forget about it now say, no go

I, I, I ‘ll do anything
That you want me to do
Yeah, I, I, I’ll do almost anything
That you want me to
But I can’t go for that, no
No can do

– Hall & Oates