The Simpsons!

I'm just watching The Simpsons while I catch up on typing from the last few days. This one is about Marge running for mayor of Springfield. One day we played a lot of great YouTube classical music including The Danish Symphony performing a Star Wars Suite (with subtitles for the introductions) and a few different versions of Peter and the Wolf, one which had some very cool puppets and Sting (in puppet form) as the narrator. I was looking for an adaptation that Weird Al Yankovic made but there was a note it was out of print and could only find a tiny clip of it.

I finally received my new ID at work (that I had lost and needed to pay for a replacement) and had been wondering what was taking so long, and then a couple days later I found my old one in the kitchen tucked into a food container being used as a vitamin tray on the counter. So I can leave it at school to have as an extra one, which is nice to have, I suppose.

I know I already talked about how I was crying on Thursday (and came right home instead of going to the drama club meeting, but who has a club meeting after school when it's a three day weekend anyway?) and at home I was still so upset that I pounded the door with the side of my fist, not so much that it hurt me or the door, but that it made a loud boom and we don't have neighbors  on either side right now, and Deb upstairs wasn't home yet from work, so she wouldn't wonder what was going on...I really wanted to yell and scream, but it's not very safe to do that where people might hear you. I wish there was a way to circumvent it, like when I could go into the walk-in freezer at Wal Mart and yell my head off until I felt better.

I thought a student was either very poor or homeless then I read she said she has horses, so I don't think that's true anymore, though I don't know anything about her personal life for certain anyway.

There was a lot of blood in a toilet and s little on the seat, and I was like, ew gross, why didn't they flush it? Were they too grossed out? Did they want to gross other people out? So I did a good deed that nobody will ever know about and flushed it thoroughly so at least the custodian wouldn't have to see that. Not that he would. Maybe I should have waited to see how long it would stay there. No, that's just as weird as the person who didn't flush it in the first place.

We drove across town so I could attend the Dress for Succes 'Professional Women's Group' meeting and then go see 9 to 5. And we weren't necessarily going to Wordstock for the readings, but I really wanted to take Steve to the art museum, where some events were, so I hoped we could do that too. The speaker was Tracy Hooper who was a very upbeat (Jane Fonda like if you will) woman of a certain age who talked us through her powerpoint of Growing Confidence. She had us stand up and do a little role-playing and at the end, I won a box of pretty soaps in the raffle. I was excited and did a little Whoopdy Doo dance. One of the many interesting things she suggested was attempting to remove the word "Sorry" from your vocabulary, as women tend to say it all too much and it is unnecessary most of the time. She said you can replace sorry with a form of Thank you, as in thank you for your patience. Love and Peace.