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Today marks a milestone in my middle school career: I was officially asked to the 8th grade semi-formal dance. By a student. I managed to not laugh in his face, but I’ll tell you, the voice inside my head almost busted a gut (and gagged a little at the same time).

For real though, I’ll never understand teachers that have affairs with students. Ignoring the fact that it’s illegal and highly inappropriate, it’s also really just kinda disgusting. What kind of sad life would you have to have before a relationship with a 13 year old starts to sound like a good idea? I didn’t even want to date 13 year olds when I was 13. I guess my standards were too high; I appreciated personal hygiene that involved more than Axe Body Spray.

And besides, who wants to end up like this lady?

The last week has also included the mandatory drama that accompanies school functions, finding a “date” being just one of the reasons for angst: such fun things as dress shopping, renting the stretch Hum-V limo, collecting invites to after-parties, and after that, considering which hotel lobby. Checkin’ out 6 in the morning. Who are these kids?

Am I so reliant on a computer’s backspace key that I am no longer able to type in a functioning way? I had to use a typewriter today for the first time since… I don’t even know, elementary school?… and let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight. First I had to figure out how to turn the thing on. Then where to start scrolling the paper in and where to line up the cursor. The keys were all clattery and stilted, I couldn’t tell if I was typing too fast for the poor little spinny ball thing to keep up. And my paper was carbon copied, so I couldn’t even just throw some white-out on the mistakes and call it even. I had to retype it. Seven times. Seven. Is this what old people feel like when they try to learn how to use a computer? But in reverse? I’m gonna go practice on some scrap paper. I refuse to be daunted by a machine that even my grandmother could figure out.

Oh. My. God. I saw more scrunchies and overall jumpers today than was actually conceivable, not even if you imagined the combined decades of the 80’s and 90’s. My eyes hurt. Which is why I’m keeping this post short- I need some serious recovery time from the horror that is a Dept. of Education conference.

Geek chic librarian wins over actual geek teachers. Hands down.

Big plans up here in the biblioteca:

• This just in: the school spirit day theme is PIRATE day! Yar! I’m going to loosely interpret this to mean I can wear an eye patch and drink rum from a jug. I should totally invite Johnny Depp to join in the revelry.
• The school fashion show – students have designed and created their own fashions. And yes, this means they sewed up fabrics and whipped up some gimp necklaces and bedazzled the hell out of jeans. I can’t wait to see it. They’re even building a catwalk in wood shop.
• An 8th grade social and dance. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s to never miss a chance to disengage 8th graders tongues from each others mouths. By “social” they mean “opportunity to grope a member of the opposite sex in the semi-dark cafeteria”.
• Grade 5 Move Up Day. My main goal as librarian is to scare the poop out of the wee little ones before they make it up here. You know, weed them out a bit. See which of ‘em can make it up here in the Big House.
• One final DDR tournament to bring home the championship.

As you can see, my calendar is filling up. The end of the school year is just going to fly by!

There are tons of cool things going down here in B-town. Some stuff to check out:

I highly recommend getting out to see something, anything, at the Independent Film Festival. Of course, tonight is the last night, so you’re going to have to get that squat off and move it move it. Shows are playing at the Somerville Theatre, Coolidge Corner, and the Museum of Science. And there are so many to choose from- I think tonight we’re going to head over for Pick Up The Mic. Chalk was also hilarious, if you’re in any kind of education field you will be very entertained.

Next weekend is the North Cambridge Arts Open Studios, which I’ve heard features some pretty amazing local artists. I’m looking for some funky new jewelry to wear for a wedding in August, this may be a good bet.

May 18= Best of Music Poll for FNX radio. Who wouldn’t want to be at a Lansdowne Block Party with shows by The Subways, Blackalicious, Ok Go!, Nada Surf, The Academy Is…??? I am so there. And so many other good shows coming up… what to buy, what to buy? I could go broke on concert tickets- Cake at the Casino, Snow Patrol at Avalon, The Eels at the Somerville Theatre, Aqualung at the Somerville Theatre. I think I’m in trouble.

Some other stuff I am totally geared up for: Haunted Trolley Tour, the new Cardio Exotica class, the SomerCambridge pub crawl (soon to be organized), a Boston Gardens walk, wine tasting, BBQing, hiking, canoeing, getting my a$$ outside.

Anyway, now that I am back at school this week I will have ample time to plot out my AprilMayJune schedule, all while dutifully fixing the library. Peace out.

I’m so gonna to learn how to do this today…

Now the only question is, am I krump or clown?

Remember when I said I would be all busy with the spring trees and whatnot? Apparently I lied. I am bored as a mofo up in here; it’s dismally gray and cold, to the point that even a mini-shopping trip didn’t improve my mood. Although I did get new jeans that don’t fall off my ass. In any case, I woke up feeling restless and strange which, I can tell you, is not a great combination. I have a list of things a mile long I should be doing in my final days of freedom, none of which sound appealing: decide what I’m going to do this summer and look for a job, piles of laundry calling to me from my suitcase, spring clothes to liberate and sweaters to pack away.

So far all I’ve managed to decide is that I will pick up my friend from the airport at 12:30 and go to pilates later this afternoon. I also have some episodes of Alias season 4 to watch and A History of Violence. None of these options were on my list of things I should be doing. And yet…

Yesterday I rescued my plant from my parents place. Not that they weren’t taking good care of it, the thing is huge. It’s just that the cats tend to go a little crazy around any type of greenery and I didn’t want my poor plant cannibalized. I also watched Mad Hot Ballroom; I only cried a little when the kids pulled off that amazing tango.

Now my sunburn is starting to itch a little. A reminder of sunnier days. It will peel and fade and then I’ll be left with just the memories of April Vacation 2006. Summer’s right around the corner. Almost there.

The other day I had this amazing idea for a post and then somewhere between the pool and the Florida sun and the Mickey Mouse ears it deserted me. Nevertheless, I’m back in my hood, my delicate skin only slightly burned and freckled, my body temperature only slightly chilled in the sunny Boston air.

Anyway, my impromptu trip down to FL provided exactly the right amount of R & R, sunnage, and funnage that this girl has been craving since the onset of fall. I even managed to run into only one of the families from my school down in the land of Travel and Tourism- which seems pretty good, considering the odds (I think this week was basically a mass exodus from my school directly to Disney). So what, exactly, did I do on my mini-break? I did a fair amount of lazing about by the pool in my bathing suit, swimming, and napping. I also managed to catch a few fireworks shows (from afar), had a couple really good meals, snuck onto the concierge floor to snag some shiraz, did some meandering at Downtown Disney, the Boardwalk, and the Universal City Walk*, experienced Orlando’s infamous ass trees in full bloom, navigated my way through the maze of bus and monorail terminals, scoped out some of the other, more impressive, resorts, got awoken every morning by character breakfasts downstairs with children chanting MICK-ey! MICK-ey!, and spent some quality time with the badass at brickwindow. Overall, a trip to remember.

But the best part of the whole trip? You may well wonder at the image from this post. No, that is not some crazy picture I made on my Lite Brite just for you. That is an actual part of the Electric Water Pageant, a Disney lagoon spectacular the likes of which have never before been witnessed. So special is this show, in fact, that I had never even heard mention of it until it appeared like a vision outside the hotel room window. Replete with midi soundtrack glory, that crazy dragon eventually turns to American flags to complete the scene, and then travels its way down the lagoon to the next resort. At first the theory was that Disney was pumping hallucinogens into the hotel room through the AC vents, but after further investigation it was discovered that the EWP was actually a time-honored tradition since the park’s inception way back in the 70’s (which might explain it’s low brow quality, but not why they’ve kept it). May I suggest they change the resort’s name to the Notso Contemporary?

So now I’m back, with three more glorious vacation days until I return for the home stretch of my first year in a school. I’ll do my best to update the rest of this week if I feel up to it, but you know how packed these spring days can get. How can I stay indoors with my computer when the trees look so pretty and inviting outside of my window?

*I vow that my next trip to FL will include a trip to Islands of Adventure, that place looked crazy awesome.

I’m off to the land of Minnie and Mickey. Fare thee well, blogketeers, I shall return next week for more library adventures!

A friend of mine mentioned this Urban Dare event going on in the city, I think we might actually sign up to do it. I’ve always wanted to do something like Amazing Race and this might be a more local way for me to get in on that action.

I know you all want to be like the cool kids, but don’t everyone run out and sign up at once- I want you to think long and hard before you agree to race against me when you know you’re going to get schooled hardcore. The agony of defeat may be too much for you.

One more day till vacation and counting down…

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