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I saved a bat this morning. Sharon walked into my room and said, "Emily, I need your help. There's a dead animal in my fan." It wasn't dead, but it was hurt and goodness knows how it got INSIDE the fan. We unscrewed the cover and let it out into the bushes. It was very cute and furry.

I'm having wonderful times here and will be sad to go on Saturday. However, I am looking forward to seeing Tyler in Boston and Ilana when I get back home.

I've become addicted to Bikram yoga. I'ma have to sign up somewhere (maybe the place in LA where Bikram himself works? It's on my way home from work...) and continue this. I feel strong and clean and beautiful.

The other night on our way home from somewhere we walked past a Starbucks. Outside was a group of bikers with their hogs. Leather, tattoos, the whole deal, they were so fucking tough with their lattes. 'Twas awesome.

Also, I remember how much I love acting and how fucking good at it I am.

I guess that's it for now. Wish me luck on my Midsummer lesson plans.

We haven't had one of these in a while:

A banana holding an umbrella?

I leave for Mass. next weekend. I'm pretty excited, I kind of want to start packing now, but that would be silly.

I had fun being camp nanny this week. It's a totally different world watching over the young'uns. I was pretty exhausted.

Now I'm just hungry.

I went to the gyno today and she wanted to do a urine pregnancy test "just in case" because my periods have just tapered off.

Anyway, I go into the bathroom, and instead of the nice, thick plastic urine sample cups they usually have at doctors offices, these were more like thin plastic water cups that you see next to water coolers. I pee into one and am relieved, because it always works out that when I need to give a sample, I can't go. Of course.

I set the cup down on the little bookcase next to the toilet and flush and put myself back together, then I set the lid on top of the cup and press down.

The cup collapses under the pressure of my hand.

Pee everywhere.

All over the bookcase, on the floor. Everywhere.

My mouth was agape. I pour what's left of my pee into a new cup, and use a paper towel to kind of scoop some of what was on the top of the bookcase into the new cup as well. Then I VERY CAREFULLY put a lid onto that one and press my (now pee-soaked) label onto its side and slip it into the privacy door thingy.

Man... cleaning that up sucked.

So, since school ended on Monday, my life has been occupied mainly by the following:

My freaking toe. It's much better, but my god... a pinky toe isn't so important that it's hurting should so fuck up one's life.

My job search. No, I wasn't fired. However, at the moment my schedule for next year sucks so I'm (confidentialy) looking for a position in which I can teach what I want to be teaching. I'm working with a good placement agency and things are going well so far. I have an "interview" with one of their staff on Wednesday to discuss my teaching philosophies, etc.

My lack of funding. I started the week with about $20. I've been dining at Borders because I have a gift card. As of Monday, I will be rolling in it, but right now, not so much.

Other than that, I've been cleaning, reading kids' lit and sitting around picking my nose, waiting (a) for camp to start and (b) for my flight to Massachusetts.

Also, I have apparently started a penpal relationship with Tyler's mother.

I broke my toe. 'thurts.

I got a $400 scholarship of which I was notified on June 2. The scholarship is applied towards Spring Quarter 2006. Ummm...I'm in finals week of Spring Quarter 2006. What the fuck kind of system is this? Not that I'm complaning, mind you... it's free money, after all.

I am SO not looking forward to tomorrow. There are two flights of stairs between the two classrooms in which my students are taking finals. I must navigate them multiple times. Also, I have a final presentation to make at CSLA tomorrow. Also, I have a ticket to a show at the Redcat for tomorrow night. My foot hurts. Hope hope hope that it feels better in the morning.

Also, there's a mosquito in my room that I haven't yet managed to kill. I'm afraid to go to sleep and let the bugger feast on me.

I went to Disneyland for the first time since high school last night. Man, it's fun! How come I don't go all the time? Also, it's way better when it's free. The only thing I'm slightly disappointed about is that we got fastpasses for Indiana Jones and ended up not going. But I kind of like that I've never been on it. The last time I was in the Magical Kingdom, IJ had just opened, and everyone was on about how great it was until it gained a sort of iconic status in my head that I kind of like. An analogy: Would anyone really choose to meet God if they could?

I'm also a huge fan of both the fireworks show (even though I'm pretty over fireworks in general because of how close I lived to the LA County Fair when I was growing up) and Fantasmic. I realized that, during the shows I was having the time of my life, but if anyone asked me I'd answer, "they were ok." Ah, to be a grown-up.

Yesterday was the last day of school. Today we've got appointments with students and tomorrow I give my math finals. I hope to have all of my grades done by Sunday night. Yay!

Also, I don't have an appointment yet but I'm getting my wisdom teeth out in the next couple of weeks. Everything about that was hunky dory until I realized that I won't be able to drive myself home, so I need somebody to go with me. How awful for them.

I call these kissy kissy and picky picky.

Do ya kennit?

I finished the Dark Tower series last night. Fucking Stephen King, he always makes me cry. And it's never like "oh, this person just died, I'ma cry now," it's like "Oh, so it's that person that died. Ok, I'm ok. I'm not going to cry. Whew." And then five paragraphs later he tosses in one poignant phrase that brings it all home. Catches me off guard every time.

So yeah. That's what I was doing for 5 hours last night. Reading and weeping intermittently.

was amazing, brilliant, phenomenal, all of that. But really... the show was at "8 pm" and she walked on stage at 10:14. I know the exact minute because I had decided that if she wasn't there by 10:15, I was leaving. I'm sad that it had to be that way because it tainted my experience: had she been on time, I would have swooned, swept away by the beauty of her voice. But I was cranky. ::sigh::

A side note: Tyler bought a new barbecue ($400), and made me filet mignon and grilled asparagus. ::double sigh:: He's pretty awesome.

because I'm sure you were all waiting with baited breath...

...is that how you spell baited?

I chopped all my hair off. I'm donating it to Locks of Love.

My boyfriend brought me flowers for the first time last night. But, he's awesome, so he brought me a potted orchid. I like those.

Ilana and Shayna came to see the show last night. They said they liked it, which is good, but Shayna probably would have said that no matter what.

I had really good classes on Friday, even though I started the day in a complete funk. There are 17 days of school left, and the eighth graders are gone all next week.

I'm falling in love with my google calendar. It's pretty similar to yahoo calendar, but I can access it straight off of my gmail account, which is my homepage, whereas with yahoo I have to log into a different account.

LIFE IS GRAND.

I went with Tyler to the California Institute for the Abnormal Arts. He was scoping it out for the Rogues; they're looking for a performance space for this fall. To get into the house, you have to walk around the back of the building, through gates with a huge clown head painted on them, past the dead arm of some french guy, past weird creepy mannequins and stuff, past the haunted/cursed painting of a little girl, past the DEAD FRENCH CLOWN IN A GLASS-TOPPED COFFIN (he's leased from a gypsy troupe), through the bar, which has not one but THREE sets of two-headed babies, past the mummified alligator man, and then into the house itself, which is watched over by a statue of a confederate soldier. The space itself is really cool, and the atmosphere is neat. I think it would be rad to do a show there (the Rogues can't, the stage isn't big enough), but I would feel very... not happy... about passing by the cursed painting every day.

Ilana, I think we should go see a performance by the quadriplegic woman who "sings and dances" there. K?

I suppose I should update.

It's just that not much exciting stuff has been happening lately.

Spring break ended and there are about 7 weeks of school left.
I'll be at Bravo for week 4 as Uber, and teaching a mini lab (hopefully on commedia).
My high school theatre class has put together an awesome commedia piece that we're all excited about.
I have survived the month on very little funding.

Things with Tyler are going really well.

I haven't gotten my second mailing from the Shakespeare program yet.
My classes this quarter have a lot of work, but they're applicable and interesting. Well, they're applicable.
I miss my Ilana.

The LA Weekly Theatre Awards were one of the more entertaining awards shows I've ever experienced. The evening was hosted by the Blank Theatre Group, who are in the middle of a production of Wild Party (the good one), so the awards were announced in between songs and snippets of scenes. That was fun. It would have been more fun and we would have stayed longer if the sound system hadn't sucked and the followspot operator had, just once, hit their target on cue... or if the drinks had been free. The Rogues didn't win, but damn, getting nominated for their first show in LA is pretty good stuff.

Ummm... I'm still bored. I think that's the real reason I'm updating. I'm also hungry and getting bored with the food in my house. Now here's the rub: I have very little money this month, so eating out is most definitely NOT an option. Maybe I shall forage in my yard for grubs and tubers.