boilingpoint.

award for not strangling little kids:
NAIA.

like, seriously, though? a couple of these kids REALLY made me wanna hurt them. En example, Tori and Kayla decided they wanted to run across the lawn of the synagogue down the street from the church. and i'm telling them MULTIPLE times not to do it, but they keep trying to. so what did ms. naia do? she took away their privilege to walk alone and held their hands allllll the way back to the church. and they screamed and fake cried.. "you're hurting us!" yeah, okay. i'm holding you QUITE loosely, you just wanna try to break out of my grip. tori acted like she was gonna bite me. oh, HELL no, playa. i don't play that. keep ya teeth in ya mouth. and they screamed the whole way back. and by the time we got inside, i was TOO THROUGH with childre. [ sighs ] i guess this is just preparation for when i have my own. but best believe, they ain't gonna be raised wild like some of the kids i work with. yeesh.

anyway.
singing valentines tonight.
no work tomorrow to do MORE singing valentines.
getting my short story ripped to shreds tomorrow in mentors in craft.
gotta finish this damn à écrire for french tomorrow.
i also think i have a french test demain, as well.
uhhh... need to write a response to "their eyes were watching god" for my Zora Neale Hurston class.
gotta do crap for writing 1 [ rolls eyes ] nom du chien.
kevin's back in NJ.
he's been texting off and on.
mostly off.
my fingers bled at least twice today.
it's cold, but the sun was out, so that was cool.
BURRITOS ARE DELICIOUS! :D
i need to microwave this cookie.
I NEED MY HAIR DONE!


pAce.