long pants!

Uh, hi.

Oh hey livejournal I haven't posted to since April. Long time no see.

So, let's see, things that have changed since I posted last......

Got into Texas State. Woot. Majoring in special education. Double woot. Should have only a year and a half left of school if all goes according to plan. It feels like a long time, but I look back on it, and I've been working for TSBVI for about a year and a half, and it doesn't seem that long since I started there. Work is still awesome, btw. In pretty much all my previous jobs, once I reached the "I've been working in this craphole a year" mark, I'd pretty much have already started thinking "Man, I hate this job, I need a new one." I would pretty much hate going to work, and the entire time I was there, I'd be watching the clock till it was time to go home. At TSBVI, I don't get that. I look forward to going to work most days (though I still get some days where I'm tired, or really into something at home, and less than enthusiastic about work, but that's pretty normal, I think), and every day is a little different, and it's usually pretty fun. I don't notice the time going by, I don't watch the clock, I just spend time with a lot of cool kids, doing stuff that feels worthwhile and important. I never felt important at my old jobs. Serving people coffee doesn't matter in the long run, and if I didn't go to work, someone identical to me (in the eyes of the customers anyway) would be there to serve coffee instead. But my kids care if I miss work. I was out for a day with bronchitis about 2 weeks ago (it was a Thursday, so I was actually sick for several days, but only missed one day of work) and when I came back on Sunday my box in the office was filled with pictures and letters, either in huge shaky handwriting or braille, saying "GET WELL SOON MISS CARLY WE MISS YOU!" That felt really good. I'm doing important work, teaching these kids how to take care of themselves and be independent people, and they care if I'm not there, even for only a day. When they grow up, hopefully they'll look back on the time they spent at TSBVI and think of me positively, as someone who helped them become who they are. That's my main goal in becoming a teacher, I think. To have future adults think back and go "Man, Miss Branam (or Mrs. Boone, or whatever) was great, she taught me a lot, I'm glad she was my teacher." I've had teachers like that in my life, and I want to be that in the lives of other people. Now that I'm at Texas State, with a real, declared major and a clear path to my bachelors, I feel like I'm on my way to making this my career. I'm pretty damn lucky, when you think about it. I stumbled into my dream job at an age when a lot of people still have no idea what they want to do with their lives and are still working part time, menial jobs. So though I'm graduating later than a lot of my friends, I still feel pretty good about where I am. :)

Been playing a lot of video games. Have gotten really into the Halos. I'm even reading the novel, The Fall of Reach. It's pretty good, actually. Halo has a compelling storyline, and if they get the same person who writes for the games to do the screen play, it would make a good movie. I heard that Peter Jackson was on board to do it for a while, but there was lots of weird legal hangups and he bowed out so he could do District 9, which I don't fault him for. I hope the possibility of a Halo movie isn't completely dead, though, I saw some of the props Weta Workshop made, and those compelling live action trailers they did for Halo 3 and ODST, and they are amazing.
Still playing Lord of the Rings Online. A new expansion, Siege of Mirkwood, is coming out in December and I'm pretty stoked. You can guess by the title what the new zone will be. ;) One of my favorites from the books, I can't wait. There's gonna be a lot of other new stuff too, a level raise to 65, skirmishes and improved legendary weapons and an updated mount system (we can finally name our horses and ponies, and own more than one without taking up bag space, and talk to NPCs without dismounting), so it should be pretty awesome. Of course, the whiners on the forums are finding a million and one things wrong with the new stuff, but some people are never satisfied.

Well, that's all I can think to update for now. Hopefully I won't wait another 6 months to update again.
Bob dylan

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Due, in no small part, to playing Fallout 3 as if my life depended on it for the last few weeks, I've become a bit obsessed with big band and jazz music from the 40s. Here's a few videos I cannot stop watching.

Pardon me boys, it that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?

Dorthy Dandridge is a freakin' FOX. And I wish two dapper tapdancing men would give me directions.

And now the company jumps when he plays reveille, he's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B!

The Andrews Sisters were all class. Unlike Christina Agulara, who apparently took this song, gave it dirty lyrics, and called it her own. :/

And I leave you with this thouroughly weird yet awesome old Betty Boop cartoon featuring Cab Calloway as a singing, dancing ghost walrus. Not making this up.
Jizzed in my pants

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG SCHOOL.

OMG ADDEROL AGAIN.

I AM MOTIVATED.

GONNA LOOSE WEIGHT. GONNA EXCERSIZE AND EAT RIGHT. GONNA GET CLEAR SKIN. GONNA TAKE CARE OF MY BODY. GONNA TURN INTO A HOTTIE.

GONNA ACE MY CLASSES AND WORK LIKE A FIEND. OHH BABY YES.

FLOBOTS FLOBOTS FLOBOTS. JORDANN I AM A CONVERT. THEY'RE ALL I BEEN LISTENING TO THE LAST FEW DAYS.

GONNA GET RAYS ASS OUT TO A PARTY OR SOMETHING SO HE CAN MEET PEOPLE. YAY BOY. I MISS HIM, HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN A WEEK DUE TO WORK/SCHOOL/BLAH RELATED SHIT. BUT SATURDAY!!!!!! YESH.

He told me he was proud of me last night. That felt really really good. Almost better than "I love you." I mean, he says that all the time. This was a new one, and I smiled all day.

FUCK YEAH CAPSLOCK.

I TYPED COCKSLAP THE FIRST TIME.
poopin

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I've been feeling glum lately.

Which is not how you want to feel on your birthday, but there you go.

I'm not exactly sure why I feel so down. Other than one thing which I am not going to talk about in so public a place as an lj post, everything is fine. Maybe it's my continued unwillingness to transform my room into something that doesn't resemble New Orleans right after Katrina. I have a feeling that if I would just get off my ass and clean the damn place, I'd feel better, but it's like I have a psychological block to doing it. I wake up in the morning and go "Today is the day." I pick up some trash and take some dishes downstairs. Then I get on the computer and fart around on the internet for three hours. Then I sit in the floor and halfheartedly put some things into boxes and other things into bags. Then I fart around on the internet for another few hours. Next thing I know my weekend is over. And I'm constantly creating more mess just by living in this room. It's a never ending cycle of shit.