I said I was a boy; I'm glad he didn't check.

I'm nannying right now. Elden is asleep. But we have grand plans today, including the eating of some peas and some pear and some avocado, and probably some yogurt with tahini (sesame seed butter) mixed into it. This kid eats like royalty.

I might graduate someday. That would be nice.

In other news, I've realized that I love snow and I hate rain. I mean, I don't love snow. But I certainly prefer it to rain. Because you can shake the snow off, but rain makes you wet and cold and it's actually awful. And it covers everything with such a beautiful dusting of white. For a minute, you can pretend that everything is pure and perfect. Then, of course, the slush sets in -- but until that point, it's lovely. And I really don't mind the cold weather. Maybe it's because I have bits of padding all over, but it really doesn't set in deep to my body. But rain, oh Rain, you chill me to the bone. No thank you.

Speaking of rain, waiting until May might be the end of me. I'll explain the connection. I've applied to go teach English in France next year but I don't find anything out until May. What an excruciating waiting period. The other night, I had a dream that I found out I got accepted early but I was placed in a city that I had never heard of. So I Wikipedia'd it in my dream and the article said, "In that city, it rains all the time. And you will have no neighbors." That's all it said, and I was really depressed. But at least I found out, right? So when I woke up, I was in a bad mood about the impending rain, and then relieved that I got accepted, and then disappointed that it was all pretend. ajdf;lkajd;flkajsdf.

I'm gonna go read some Queer Theory now. *pushes glasses up on nose even though I don't actually wear glasses* Oy.