Alright subfinder, if I said “No I don’t want to take this P.E. job where I will be in charge of 60 or more students running around doing things” at 9:00 at night why the fuck did you think that answer would change when you called me at 5:50 in the morning offering me the exact same job.  Sleep does wonders but not miracles. Any substitute willing to take on a P.E. class is a saint.  I did it accidentally, once, for one period, and that’s enough for my entire life.  A kid legitimately shot a basketball so hard at one of the hoops it flew across the room and hit a girl in the back of the head hard enough that she fell down.  Given, she should have been playing basketball and I was watching 60+ students with at least 12 basketballs, but she damn near broke my one classroom rule: don’t die.  That’s all I ask, maybe quiet down and do your work as well but we’re fairly okay as long as you don’t die.  So no subfinder, I will not take that terrifying job you asked me to take last night.  I am easily confused early in the morning but I am not completely stupid. 

Pictures from my 22nd birthday.  Thank you for all the love, it does not go unnoticed and will not be forgotten. :)

I feel so blessed to have the love of my friends.  You all are the best.  Thank you so much for being a part of my life. :) <3 

The coolest birthday thing anyone has done for me.  Two years and I’m still not over it.  Thanks wavemelodies I love you! :)

I had a lot of anxiety and sadness about turning 22 until Taylor Swift made it sound fun and I danced my worries away.  Thanks taylorswift

Here’s to hoping for a great year!

The last three birthdays before and after midnight.

Last photo as a 21 year old and the first as 22. 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”

I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.

(via fishingboatproceeds)

Eating brownies and remembering the good times.

Someone&#8217;s turning 22 tomorrow (or tonight at two in the morning). Can you guess who? Hint: it&#8217;s me.

Someone’s turning 22 tomorrow (or tonight at two in the morning). Can you guess who? Hint: it’s me.