Did you miss me?

So it's been quite awhile since I posted, mainly because I was in such a crappy mood it could've been dubbed "Crapapolooza." But I'm back, if not 100% my normal, perky self, at least 85%. And by perky, I mean obnoxiously loud, opinionated, and well, noticeable. I hope that's in a mostly good way, as I've been told that I have oodles and boodles of energy. I just made up that word "boodles" by the way. I'm that special.
Well, as you'll notice to my right, there is a totally bitchin' drumhead with the name of a totally rad and freaking awesome '80s cover band called "The Breakfast Club" that I saw with a good friend on Saturday night. Let me just say, they were scrumdiliumptious. They were fab. They were wicked cool. I love the '80s, and I think they did a bitchin' job at covering some of the classics. And just so you know, I am such an '80s nerd that I knew EVERY SINGLE SONG WORD FOR WORD. Every single one. Yep. I'm so cool. It was super fun, but on Sunday, I pretty much crashed, slept, and was, well, sore from the dancing, jumping up and down and the all around fun I had on Saturday. Good times Good times.
But let's digress, b/c I haven't blogged in awhile. So let's see. Oh, my crapapolooza week? Well, let's just say that it was warranted for several reasons, many of which I will bullet here:

• A complete ignoranus (code for stupid asshole) basically said that exotic dancers were just hookers that are less than human. *slap slap, kick kick, and a big 'ole right hook*. 'Nuff said. Anyone who knows me knows my response to THAT statement.
  
• An instructor gave me extra time to work on a paper: much thanks to the extra time, but much diss to the delivery of said information. Needless to say, I was one bummed chickee. It sucked my twat, and not in a good way.
  
• I am sick. AGAIN. I swear it's my immune system being all kerplooey from the whole allergies, stress, and well, all around crap I've got to do 24/7. But let's not become confused: I LIKE having a lot to do. When I don't, I become all idle handsey. That's not good.
  
• Today I spoke to the head of the English dept. at good 'ole UNCG about having Rhonda Wilcox, a UNCG alum, come to campus to speak on Buffy. We're trying to get this in the works, and I'm TOTALLY doing a Buffy series on campus next year. I'm more than pumped. I'm inflated. Whoo hoo.
  
• Oh. My grades have BEEN in, and the silly student who plagarized SO blatantly failed my class (justice is served) and I'm gearing up to teach WGS 250: Intro to Women's and Gender Studies. More seniors than I would've guessed, so we'll see how it goes. I hope I don't crash and burn. More like soar and shine.
  
• I'm planning on going home (finally) the week of July 4, (actually earlier; probably the weekend of June 23) but should be back in time for my 26th birthday. Yep. The 'ole 26th. I will be closer to 30 than to 20, and that, my friends, is more than a scary thought. It's downright maddening. Freakishly weird. Gargantuanly insane. But I hope my birthday is a bash, as I'm hoping there will be much karaoke and friends involved. Whoo and hoo. But while I am home, I plan on spending a luxurious week in my favortiest place on earth: Anna Maria Island with my favorite person in the world, my bro (also holds the title for funniest person alive, like, ever. Seriously. Humourous doesn't even BEGIN to cover it. He makes my sides split). And my mom, whom I havent' seen in awhile and feel this very protective, parental need to protect her. How did that happen? Anyway, I hope for a very breezy week lying on the beach all day every day, drinking beer, margaritas, daiquiris and eating a lot of fish. That's it. That's all I want to do. Oh, and read voraciously. Skin cancer here I come. Oh yeah.
  
• Hmmmnnn....what else? I ordered a book from B&N and am waiting for that to come in, and like a retard (no offense to any real handicapped) I agreed to doggysit a dog, which is great, cause I love dogs, but it's also a lot of work. AND I'm teaching daily, so yeah. But I have Fridays off. So hopefully that will relieve some stress.
  

Well, it's thundering and lightening magnificently right now, and in an effort NOT to lose this fantabulous post, I'm going to end here and bid you adiu. Love it when it pours, b/c it's like home: Florida. Sigh. I heart Florida.

Current mood: nostalgic
Current music: Motley Crue (love the '80s hair bands, oh yeah)
Current activity: Going to get instruction on doggy care and love.

In Peace and Peony! (Doesn't that sound like Pee on me? Yep. It does. Don't deny it. This makes absolutely no sense, but then again, sense isn't really that much fun now is it?)