T.a.g-board Spamm getting Out-of-Hand

Damned t.a.g-board! Had to clear it up and lost a whole bunch of messages that used to be on it. *insert angry fuming emoticon here*

Posted in website

Sunset Crush

No, it's not the name of a tropical cocktail.

You know how they say that going through T is like going through puberty all over again? I may not have that prescription in my hot little hand just yet, but I *am* going through another delightful/unfortunate aspect of those pubescent years - I have a crush on my teacher! lol

To clarify: I'd finally decided on taking an advanced Italian course after discovering that I'd probably go nuts halfway through Beginners Portuguese. I really feel for these teachers who have to teach a new language to people who've not only spoken nothing but English their whole lives, but were not taught grammar in school.

But back to the topic at hand. I miss the first week, then turn up a little late for class only to discover that a lady was teaching the class instead of the bloke I'd thought was taking it. I walked in, slightly nervous about the fact that I'm 5 years out of practice, only to discover that these people all knew each other from doing the previous courses together. Great.

Anyway, I quickly got into it, and once I became less nervous, I started realising how attractive our teacher is! I guess it was the prime recipe for trouble: European, early thirties (I'd guess), vivacious, funny without being intimidating. Plus, there was no ring on that finger, which is always a good thing I suppose. Besides, being the new person in class, she'd been a little more attentive with asking questions, and picking up on little details to push along the casual discussions within the class.

So there I was, halfway through Day 1 and I couldn't believe that I had a high-school crush. The only difference is that I'm in a better position in relation to the object of my crush. This can be a good or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it. On the one hand, there is nothing wierd/futile/wrong with pursuing/fulfilling the crush. On the other hand, it does make it a lot easier for me to make a fool of myself.

And these are the exact thoughts that run through my head for the final half hour of the class. Class finally ends, and I get my stuff together as everyone else files out. She immediately comes over and asks me how I found the class. She quickly refutes my stammering excuses and says that I'm very good and may be the best student in the class once I settle down. We talk a little about things, and I say that I have to go as I'm meeting people for dinner at a new nearby Italian place(which was true). She lights up at this, and long story short, we agree that she could join us some other time with a little notice. At this point, I'm terrified at the fact that all the blood in my body has rushed to my face and that it may actually be visible even under my tanned skin. I get my things and go, thankful that the one physical advantage I have over bio-men is the fact that it's not all that obvious to the rest of the world when certain thoughts enter my head. *ahem*

I guess we'll see how the next class goes before I can decide on whether this is all in my head...

Posted in oats, personal

Back from the Dead

Oh, it's been a while since the last post. So much has happened, so many notes I'd quickly jotted down in my organiser that I'd thought I'd post here about. And as most of you who blog would know, now that the passion, the here-and-now emotions are no longer fresh in mind, I don't know if I can do justice to reporting these events.

I guess the most important issue the last time I posted was about getting that referral. I did end up getting the referral, but the only doc who could see me at a decent date would end up costing me $80 a visit (this is after my insurance reimburses me $120) so I refused to throw money away like that and opted for a doc that was

i. decent enough to return my phone call
ii. came recommended by my counsellor, and
iii. was recommended by another doc who wasn't taking anymore new patients.

He sounded very nice and caring on the phone, I think I made the right decision in making my appointment with him (on the 28th of August!!!) even if it did mean waiting longer and having to drive a little further out of my way to get there.

In other news, my social calendar has suddenly become pure lunacy. Every time I go out with one group of friends, I end up meeting new people, and going out with these people meets me more new friends... multiply this with the many circles of friends that I maintain, and the result is not only practically all weekends booked up till Christmas, but also having to meet my closest friends at such odd times as "brunch on Tuesday" on a regular basis. The only one to really suffer is poor little Sasha, who has been left at home by herself a little more than usual these last weeks.

So that wraps up my "Back from the Dead" post for the moment, I'm thinking I'll go check out why the text isn't appearing in some of my earlier posts until I actually highlight it, at which point some characters appear (sometimes briefly) and others take their own sweet time making their grand entrance.

Posted in transition, ala-mode, the-tribe