while it lasts...

thanks to recent events that left me huddled with my students in a dark corner of a classroom so as to avoid a potential gunman finding and shooting us (all of which was apparently pointless since the one and only gunman was already dead and no second gunman actually existed), i've reevaluated lots of shit. those first two hours of absolute horror (which have left me with a headache from hell, i might add) were spent shaking and thinking about 1. the plan: what the fuck should my students and i do if this supposed gunman enters our room (we successfully developed one which involved large heavy desks and pens as potential weapons for stabbing the guy once we knocked him down with said heavy desks) and 2. what a dumbass trick i've been worrying about stupid small things all the time. so while i'm sure this love for life and "don't sweat the small stuff" attitude is temporary and all, let me just say i'm really fucking glad i didn't die. i thought i'd be okay with death. turns out i'm not. not even a little.

all the math i need these days.

p.s. the true blood finale blew. i was waiting for her to jump on some alcide peen.