Cockroaches Keep Me on a Diet

So yesterday I went on and on about my hatred for cockroaches. I am not really sure where this irrational fear came from. I used to love bugs. I was such a tomboy as a child. I collected rolly pollies and crickets. I remember in fourth grade we had a African Hissing Cockroach as a class pet. I also had an awful teacher in fourth grade so maybe I associate them with authoritarian teaching styles. That in itself is scary.

I really wasn't planning on writing a blog today but I found a dead one in my kitchen and I couldn't stay in there knowing it existed at one point. So I ran off to the library to kill time before going to work tonight. At this point I am really hating living alone. Honestly I think I would do really well on my own, if it wasn't for bugs. Bugs make me dependent on anyone who isn't as lame as I am.

I don't know how I am going to go to sleep at night knowing they are crawling in the walls of my house.

Today I watched Freedom Writers. I love movies like that. It always inspires me to become an amazing teacher. I don't know if I want to be so involved it hurts my relationship at home. Don't get me wrong, I think what she did was very noble and inspiring but there has to be a line drawn to protect the relationships at home. On the other hand I think Dempsy's character should have been more understanding. Obviously the first years for a teacher are going to be time consuming. That should be part of the wedding vows when teachers are getting married. "I promise to love, honor, and cherish you for better and for worse, and to stick with you even if you are going crazy from teaching."

Roachapolas and Dreaming of Painting

Good news! I finally got a follower!

I am not really sure when I last updated this thing. Obviously I could look it up but that is a little bit too much work.

About a month ago I have moved. I actually live in a house now and I love it; although, I heard rumors that I have such a nice house roaches want to crash my pad. I have not seen any live ones and I am fine with that. I can live with the ignorant ideas that bugs just show up already dead in my house.

I don't think I ever shared with the WWW (world wide web) about the roachapolypse of 2011. I was at my boyfriend's house helping him study for a music history test he had in the morning. Well I was helping Aaron study and he gets this look on his face. The look of there-is-a-cockroach-in-my-room-but-I-don't-want-to-tell-Chelsea-because-she-will-freak-out look. I didn't even bother checking to see if I knew him well enough. I just said "I need to leave don't I?"

So I went into the living room where Aaron's cousin/ roommate was watching TV and I just mumbled "cockroach." Aaron came out and said it was safe so I went back in. Not even one minute later there was another one! So he took care of it and I went back in and then there was another one! At this point, I had gotten myself so worked up that I was shaking, crying, and laughing because I was shaking and crying. I was freaking everyone out because I started hyperventilating and said I wanted to go home but I was too afraid to drive home myself because I thought they would be in the car....

I am absolutely uselss when it comes to bugs.

I really do like my house. I live with three other girls. Well, right now I am the only one living there but the short amount of time they were home has been fun!

Lately all I have been doing is work and school. Yesterday and today I wasn't scheduled for work so I spent the whole day channel surfing. My computer doesn't get internet for whatever reason so I have become one with my couch.

Because my boyfriend is a camp counselor at an orchestra camp and all my roommates are away, I have been watching a marathon of Lifetime movies and HGTV for the past few days. I needed to get out of the house for a little bit. At one point I was channel surfing and I ended up on some Catholic channel that had a cartoon on. The cartoon priest was saying that if you pray for the people in purgatory they will be your friend??

Because I live within walking distance of HSU, I have walked to the library so I could catch up on my blog/ do something else besides make fun of Catholic cartoons by myself.

I have one more week of summer 1 left. It has been so much fun. It is set up like a reading camp in the morning and life-skills in the afternoon. My class is in the mornings because this is for my Reading Practicum class. We get set up with one student and we assess them and then come up with lessons to teach them skills they can apply to their reading. I had a really sweet student but he left a week early so now I am observing someone else's tutoring session.

So I am actually getting a summer after all. I haven't really had one since high school.