I totally have Christmas Spirit, and I can't wait for Summer

Well, day 3 of our 16 day break passed without much adieu. This was mainly due to my finally getting out of bed, groggy and angry at various cats, at 9:30. After that, I went to Target and bought Michael poptarts and myself fancy wrapping paper and ribbon.

Rewind a moment.

I went to bed last night and Michael soon followed-- that is, after leveling up in Skyrim, naturally-- and he was super cranky. I asked him why and he admitted that he was really hungry. It was the perfect Snickers scenario-- you know, with the "you're acting like Betty White" thing that they do and it's actually Betty White. Then, they give her a Snickers and it turns into some kind of 'bro wearing wrangler jeans. Anyway, so his grumpiness compelled me to leave the comfort of my bed and make him a sandwich. Upon returning, he screwed up his face and said, "I didn't want a turkey sandwich," to which I must have shot him a murderous look because he immediately acted like his previous statement was nothing more than phlegm in his throat before mumbling "thanks."

Hence the poptarts.

Then, I spent an hour or so wrapping presents for Michael, Mom, Dad, and David. I also took this opportunity to catch up on last week's Daily Show and Colbert Report. By the by, if you haven't seen Thursday's Colbert with Daniel Craig, do yourself a favor. It's so hilarious, especially the end. Anyway, I ended up with some finely crafted presents and one sleepy kitty trying to block the sunlight-- just one of the three rooms that lack curtains as of yet.

We also went to the triple header QA basketball games today where I learned a few things:

1. The kids that Michael teach look harmless-- they even acknowledged his presence, which is more than I can say for the kids I teach. Those ones probably hate me like whoah.
2. The far side of the gym becomes saturated with high school kids just before Varsity Women start to play... This is not fun, as I don't want to hear about their various sexual exploits, real or imagined.
3. Our kids didn't really represent the quality and sportsmanship of QA. Some of our boys were making fun of the girls on the St. Michael's team (freshmen) and what they were saying was purely mean. Of course, this made Michael upset, as it was girls he taught. This made me slightly ashamed I realized, because I usually have good things to say of our kids.

Tortellini, popcorn, soda, and chocolate later, I rounded my day with some Crosby pictures, a losing Steeler's game that can best be described as "lamentably boring," and a nice text from Courtney recounting a dream in which I partook in a frozen pizza trafficking scheme. Because of the poor food choices of the day, I'll need to wake up and "gym-it." This is where I listen to Coldplay, watch a silent TV with something like Cake Boss on it, and pedal my little heart out on the elliptical (and by "out" I mean cardio at no more than 160 bpm).

At this point, I can't wait for Summer. I miss having zero stress except for the ones I create for myself, and actually deciding what my schedule will be. I know this is weird because that's not really what life's like, but you'd be surprised how much time actually belongs to my job. Free time doesn't really happen until Saturdays because so much time is spent grading, planning, or doing other menial jobs within the school. The actual teaching part constitutes a small part of the day. 

Anyway, yeah, I miss Summer. Only 6 months :)