That'd be great.
And how sad is it that I don't even feel up to putting the suck of life down on my blog? You know, where it belongs?
I really have to work on this talking about myself thing.
Anyway.
Stop with the suck. And when I say stop with the suck, it's mostly just one area. I have a good job, a house, a car, everyone in my family is doing okay. I just - meh.
Can I stop doing all the running after people? :/
Could someone run after me for a change?
Thanks. That'd be great.
Right. Because, you know, only the 18-20 year olds binge drink anyway. I didn't go to plenty of parties where people well over 21 were binge drinking until they couldn't even stand to look at certain type of alcohol any more. No, it's only the 18-20 year olds, you know.
Sarcasm? Oh, yes.
As a high school teacher, this scares the shit out of me. If the drinking age is lowered to 18, then it becomes so much easier for all of my high school students to get alcohol. All of them will have that senior friend who is 18 and can buy it legally. The radio show was discussing it and one of them said he didn't think it would get pushed down from college to high school. Um, hello? Right. And then, he said if someone is 15 and wants to drink, they'll find a way. Lower the drinking age to 18 - and the number of ways increase.
Not to mention that this is really what the roads need. People who have just learned how to drive, and statistically have the most accidents anyway, now can drink and drive much more easily. Sign me up for the damn bus. Ugh.
Yes, I know there's the flip side. If you are old enough to serve your country, you should be old enough to drink. Well. You know what? Fine. How about this? You sign up to serve your country, you get a lowered drinking age. I am all for "If I can die for my country, I should be able to drink." Sure. Cool. Anyone with a valid military ID gets a drink. I'm up for that. Anyone else can suck it until they reach 21.
Anyway. Rant for the day. (AMG! Monday Meltdown! This post may change... stay tuned...)
Actually, it sort of is horray for work. I'm tired of being alone in my house. Two weeks is about all the time off - in a row - that I can stomach. (Unless I have SET plans.)
So, tomorrow is Monday and work starts tomorrow. Because, you know, inservice week. I called my co-worker to check the time we were due in for our yearly 'welcome back' meeting.
"We don't go in tomorrow."
Wuh? Oh. Right. The kids start back on a TUESDAY. So, rather than give us an extra day for inservice (which we really, really, really, really could use because of all the BS we have to do during the inservice week before school) - we start back on a Tuesday as well.
Glad I called.
So - bonus vacation day. What should I do with it? O_O
(PS. What the hell. Why are the kids starting back on a Tuesday? It's not the Tuesday after Labor day, so why a Tuesday?!)
I'm always left feeling like someone just died or something. >.>
Okay, that's a little dramatic. Maybe just rejected and alone. Blah.
Yeah.
My weekend plans are now off.
And I start work again on Monday.
Dammit. )=


