En Medias Redux

Today my blog turns one - I was going to get all dramatic and "What a year it's BEEN!"-ish, but I just don't have the energy. Instead:

A year of Sameness: I'm still teaching high school. I'm still teaching Gospel Doctrine. I still have the same roommate, red hair, and two jobs. I'm still not as funny as I like to think I am. I'm still single.

A year of Differences: The two jobs are now two compeletely different jobs. I assistant-directed a show, and am currently working on assistant-directing two more. I don't work with anyone who bugs me. I've been exercising regularly, and have drastically changed my eating habits. I'm actually a little funnier than I thought I was. Flossing is a (probably) permanent habit.

Something important I've learned: I may still have impulse-control problems (and I do, believe me) but it is possible for me to think first, and then NOT act. Really.

Goals for the next year: Grad school (now or never!). Write more, and build on things I've written before. Stop procrastinating. Meet guys I could actually date (and actually be interested in dating). Figure out how to stop being too freaked out to date. Kiss lots. Be kissed more. (Shut up, it's still Valentine's Day.)

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Week in Review -

- I choreographed three songs this week. I had no idea I could do that.
- I got a rose from a student, and cookies from Phaidra (Valentines' treats). On Friday I gave out little heart pins to anyone who hugged me.
- Also Friday, I emceed an Improv Exposition show, and evidently did a pretty good job. I think I may have been permanently hired.
- I found my catchphrase for the next four months: "Motivate, dammit!" Hilarity ensued.
- At improv rehearsal I received major kudos for my Irish accent.
- I continued in my quest to tick off the costumers out at Hale by showing them up with the magnificence of the set decor. (I'm a little bit kidding here, but they really have been grumbling. Heh. Heh heh heh.)
- I made quite a bit of progress on my next dummy - it's now lying in the hall at the theatre, frightening the unwary.
- I hosted a successful Valentine's Day gathering that included scones, cupcakes, terrible sugar cookies (no more Pillsbury for me!), chocolate that I did not eat, North and South, and a backrub from an actual boy. (There was a proposal for a couple of holiday-appropriate make-out sessions, but no dice. Curses.)
- I was on time for all meetings this week.
- I made definitive progress in my search for self-discipline and impulse-control.
- I actually ran/jogged on the treadmill every time I went to the the gym, I started Jon Schmidt's lessons for the piano, practiced juggling, and discovered that early morning workouts make me REALLY cranky.

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Here's to another year!

Watch out for falling turtles,


Cyd