Don't Look Now--There May be Excessive Love Coming Out of This Post

The past eight weeks of school have been hard.

I was in an awful online class. 

I was in a helpful, but huge time commitment for observation/working in my public high school.

I was teaching--complete with lesson plans and visual aids--at least once every week, and in most cases twice a week on top of all my other schoolwork.

And in the course of three days this last week, I finished all of it.

I was so relived. 

This weekend has been amazing and so desperately needed. I've spent the entire time unashamedly slacking off. I know that tomorrow I'll slip back into school-mode and be efficient with my time once again, but for these last few hours, enjoy with me some of the things I've enjoyed.

I, somehow, someway must attend TED. I know you have to apply to be able to attend, and they read your application and decide if you're smart enough or rich enough to be allowed to come, but I've got to do this. My chances for brains are not high, so I obviously need to come into some money. (If you're interested in donating to my cause, please remember that 2011 is already sold out--let's set our sights for the next year.)

I want to be near someone when their picture is taken by Sartorialist. Every time I look, I'm inspired. Then I return to my closet and am brought back to reality. If someone I know shows up on there, I would consider that an acceptable substitute. Friends, what are you waiting for?

I loved The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Seriously. I can't stand epic films, and I'm not that crazy about Westerns either, but this was a Spaghetti Western, and therefore, a great movie. I enjoyed all 2 hours and 40 minutes. I do not remember enjoying A Fistful of Dollars anywhere near this much. The dialogue was fun, the story line unnecessary, and the amount of deus ex machina's employed was at an all-time high (I could listen to an argument about how Gilbert and Sullivan plays might have this record, but then I would tell you to watch this movie.)

I shopped with the little man for clothes for his European excursion. We ate at Five Guys and discussed what self-love and self-promotion makes you look like to other people. (Seriously, have you ever been inside one of those places?) Also, Europeans and burgers. We shopped, and even though I tried for man capri's, we left with some well-woven pants and sweet shirts only (maybe next time.) 

And then, I burnt the midnight oil (which in my case, is the 10:00 oil) reading Edith Wharton. She's amazing. She is so blissfully amazing. I want to think like her.

It was a good weekend. I hope, if not this weekend then the next, that you will have a chance to enjoy yourself half as much as I did. You, however, will probably not be excited about my super-late reading of Wollstonecraft.

And no. I didn't tell you about that.

Some pleasures should remain private.