1) So, on my lovely new cell phone, there's this fun feature where, while I'm not in predictive text, the phone will suggest words to me as I type them. so like, now it knows the name 'hannah' and 'paige,' which is convenient. "Sor-" "Sorry." it rocks. What's funny, though, is that every time I type "mis-" to type 'missed' or 'miss' or 'mind' or something, it goes 'mission.' I have never once sent a text with 'mission' that I can remember. However, whenever it shows up it gives me a small frisson of glee because: spy. And: dork.
2) I went to work this morning, and it was hell. I will sum the period from 8:30- 11 like so: me - my coworker + twin one year olds + autistic five year old + chatty four year old + MY FAVORITE KID EVER HE IS TWO AND FRENCH AND I LOVE HIM + bizarrely silent two year old. I figured "oh, my co worker will show up" but oh no, he did not, and the girl twin would just start hysterically crying for no reason whatsoever and just scream which freaked out everyone, and the four year old was all, I need to go potty and I'm like, well, kid, what can I do, and finally I called the girl who does the schedule all, um, so, no one's here? And I have six kids and one needs to pee, so, um, yeah. At point I had to call the twins' parents to come get the screaming one because she wouldn't shut up. So, the dad comes and? He takes the girl and leaves the boy, like, the hell? Who does that? Boy twin was less than pleased and he started crying. At this point the four year old is like NO SERIOUSLY I NEED TO PEE so I have to wind up taking all freaking five kids to the bathroom- me holding the silent two year old and the crying one year old, the four year old holding the hand of her autistic brother, and my poor favorite wandering forlornly between us, clutching his blue rabbit blanket and a toy train. It was HELL guys. Finally the other guy showed up, for serious.
3) I've been singing "Tree-Hugger" and "I like Giants" by Kimya Dawson for like two days because they're rad.
4) I don't know how it's possible for me to wrongship Chocolat, but I did. BUT GOOD. I used to be such an awesome shipper: I shipped what was given to me, in the proper combination. And now? I'm all, impossible ships ftw!
5) To be a bit "my wallet's too small for my fifties:" my mom doesn't want me to study abroad for a semester, she wants me to do it for a summer session instead. She doesn't have too much extra cash to spare, and though I'll still have to take out a loan, it'll be several thousand dollars less. I'm really bitter because it's always been the plan to do a semester, one, and two, I won't be able to travel anywhere near as much. Plus, this summer coming up would've been best, and it's totally too late for now, but we need to make plans before I lease an apartment to know whether or not it's a year long lease and blerg.
6) Demetri Martin is awesome.
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