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An update. Oh my gaaaaaaaawd...

Now, before you start peeing your pants in excitement *giggles at the thought*, it's not going to be a long one. Actually, I was planning to procrastinate much longer on the issue of updating, but since my roomies are in a bit of a squabble, I decided to turn on the music and start blathering. Not to be confused by blabbing, ranting, rambling, raving, or so on. Blathering.

Actually, even with the passing of time, not much has changed in my humble, little world. Toronto was good. I have been on par with all of my marking in the past two weeks, and finally got the marking program up and running. *nods enthusiastically* I kid you not! And my evaluations are actually going to happen next week, starting with Monday. My students enjoy the idea that someone else is coming in to grade me, for a change. As they kiddingly plot to make my day hell, I reminded them that they hold the rest of my future here and beyond in their little pubescent hands. *laughs* Yay for guilt trips! I have a really good group of kids this year, and I honestly believe that none of them would consciously want to screw me over. Plus, I could remind them that they may have the power to alter my future, but I have the power to seriously make the next two months unbearable. *insert evil cackle* Yes, you read that right. Two months left to a year jam packed with sorrow, frustration, sleepless nights, loud days, joy, laughter, emotional connections, and more life lessons than you can shake a stick at. *sighs* But, that's for another blathering...

With evaluations in mind, once I get a signed contract in my grubby little hands, I'm buying a house. I know that is nothing surprising or new to my faithful readers that have been hanging off of my every word (or just insanely bored so they thought they would give my journal a go)... but there is a new development. The impossible has happened: hell has frozen over, monkeys have flown out of the proverbial butt, and so on....

Yes, my boyfriend is going to move in with me.

It is a pretty decent set-up. He is going to pay me rent. If I spend just a shade over what he gives me in bills and upkeep, I can file a "failing business" on my taxes. I'll have to check on my tax guru father for that one (hence the name "Cheap Old Bastard" *grins*). Anywho, continuing on... what mine is mine, what his is his, and if things go sour, we split up whatever we may have accumulated together and he moves out. *nods* Except for this whole mention of getting a puppy, it's been an exciting idea. *rolls eyes*

And there you go. That is enough of an update for now. Maybe I'll work myself up to another rant sometime soon...

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dreamfilled
Apr. 16th, 2005 06:09 pm (UTC)
Bathering is to talk nonsensically. Havering is not a word. So there. *puffs out chest from her English Throne*
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(Anonymous)
Apr. 16th, 2005 04:52 pm (UTC)
Wow, moving in? That's big. Good luck with everything!

Bo Beri
dreamfilled
Apr. 16th, 2005 06:10 pm (UTC)
*grins and blushes* Yeah, something different, that's for sure...
pen_girl
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:12 pm (UTC)
HA!!!
HA!! I told you so! Invite me to the wedding! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHa!!!!! *laughs hysterically*

You made my Monday!
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