It's amazing what a haircut will do for a woman. I went with my cousin Lisa to get our hair cut and colored. Four hours of gossip and bs'ing, we totally had a good time. Except the woman who washed my hair was really ignorant and spilled water all down my back and drenched my shirt. But my hair is trimmed and layered no longe blond, but a warm chestnut with caramel higlights. Very fall. I feel rejuvinated, like a new person.

Which is good since A and I went looking for DJ's for the wedding last night and it costs like $3000 (he is so not gonna be happy that I just spent $150 on my hair). It's just really stressful that most of the things that we want for the wedding we either can't agree on or can't afford. This city really needs to pay me more. We voted today on the new teacher's contract, I voted NO and I hope other teachers will to. Bloomberg is a first class A-hole. I have a little saying that I think would look snazzy on a picket sign, "A mayor may work from sun to sun, but a teacher's work is never done." Speaking of work I have to plan my guided reading for the week, b/c I am not doing it this weekend.

A is selfish, yesterday he came over and instead of knockin boots I just went down on him and today I got my period. Ugh! So not happy!!! Now I have to wait 6 days for any kind of sexual relief. I have a lot of wedding planning still to do. Tonight we're going to look at DJ's. To be honest, this stuff is a really big pain in the ass and I've always considered myself a girly-girl (who knew I'd be so put off by wedding planning). Some of it was fun. Getting my dress was fun.

I feel a lot less mentally ill about A, I think I was just going through some weird stuff, that I'm sure I'll go through again, but things are looking up.

I realized something else. I have a lot of !!! and () in my writing. I think I'm addicted!!!

During a Social Studies lesson today I was discussing with the class family ancestry and we were talking about where their families came from and I got a lot of different answers and none of them surprised me, except when a little girl said, "My family comes from New York." That I started to think. New York, while it's definitley not a country, is like no other place in the world that I've been to, and although I'm young I have traveled quite a bit. The big apple is a pulsing metropolis with it's own cultures and subcultures, classes, and even language. It relentless, sleepless, and quite fashionable. So the next time anyone asks me where I'm from I'll just say that I'm third generation New York.

P.S I'm gonna try really hard not to complain today because I was reading over my old posts and I almost threw up at how whiny I am. One of you should have smacked me a long time ago.

As young girls, women often fantasized about what their life will be like when they grow up. We play dolls, put pillow cases on our heads as makeshift veils, and whip up tasty treats in our easy bake oven, but do we ever stop to think why we want these things? Has society just imposed these standards of marriage and children on us? Now, I realize that women have a lot more choices than they did in the 50's, but marriage and children are a choice that most women make. I often wonder if I really want kids. I mean I love children, I mean I've dedicated my life to teaching kids, but one of my own? Pregnant? Fat? I'm a very self centered and selfish person. I love attention and I'm not sure how a baby would fit into my life. Would I be condemned to a life of flats and mom jeans? I know I have a lot of time, but I was just wondering.

Ugh!!! I hate Monday's. It's such a depressing day. You know you have five full days of work ahead and Friday seems like a distant island. I finally spoke to Christine today, she called me to see if A and I wanted to go to her halloween party. Duh? Of course I do, I flippin' love halloween. It's probably my favorite holiday.

So I didn't see A all that much this week, which was good because I find myself missing him more and not being such a depressing, whiny, complainer (yes I'm aware I'm annoying). But I did call him after work and he was venting about his night last night (he's on his two week midnight swing) and I was rallying for him and being all supportive for close to 20 minutes. Then, I tell him about my schitzophrenic (sp?) MPD, principal and you know what he says? C'mon guess? He says "Hmmmmm....you know what the dog did today?"

OMG!!! How is that even a response?!?! So I told him that I expected more of a response after I listened to him so attentively and he has the nerve to tell me that I get snotty for no reason. What a duche. I hung up because I'm a firm believer in space when your angry and lo and behold he called me back an hour later to apologize.

I have like a ton of papers to grade, but instead I think I'm gonna watch SATC. Hmmm......