There's something wrong with me...

Seriously. There really is. It's the most beautiful day today...sunny and clear with a lovely breeze. You know, it's the kind of day that makes you want to run outside in your underpants and spin around in the street like a loonie ballerina. You know what I mean right? Right?! Whatever, anyway...it's frickin' gorgeous. And you know what I want to do? I mean other than the underpants spinning thing? I want to go shopping. Isn't that sad? Not hiking or boating or going to a park (although there is this really nice park in Harajuku about 5 minutes from the section where I like to go shopping...) just shopping. It's like a disease. But I can control myself. I'm good like that. I'm going to spend the remainder of my pre-work bliss cleaning my apartment like a reasonable, responsible adult. Woo hoo! Go me!

Ooo! And there's a fun new australian guy at work who amused me for...minutes (it's not an exciting job so the minutes of amusement between the ages of boredom are like gold I tell you! gold!!) yesterday by singing the theme songs of Degrassi Junior High, Saved by the Bell and a variety of other wonderful yet cheesy old tv shows from the golden days of my youth. Well, maybe not so golden when I think about it. But whatever. I appreciate anyone who can sing me some theme songs. Especially while wearing a suit and looking all professional and grown-up like. He's a keeper. So now we have the texan who fills my movie quotation quota (favourites are Billy Madison and Dazed and Confused) the new aussie with the theme songs, the other aussie who is just a total nutbar (in a good way), the irishman whose accent makes everything sound just a little bit funnier, the canadian who makes up wonderful names for everyone and everything (you know who you are) and the kiwi who is just plain retarded (and you know you are!). It's a good bunch. I'm sad that Laurie is leaving (Saturday is her last day) and Shae is also on her way out (November) but at least for now all is well. And amusing.

We have a new canadian girl coming in on the weekend. We'll have to see how it goes. She's from Toronto and you know how those people are...tee hee. Don't hurt me Moody. Anyway, I'm still looking to transfer out of my current branch to one a little closer to home but it's not seeming quite so urgent anymore.

Oh hey, I taught a couple of group kids classes for a little kids english school last week and it was great! I love kids! They're actually fun! Who knew? I always thought it would be like one of those nightmares where you're standing in front of a crowd of really small people and they're all laughing at you and you don't know why and then you realise that you've left your pants off or your underwear are on the outside or your skirt is tucked into your pantyhose which would be quite a feat since I never actually wear pantyhose as I"m pretty sure they were invented by the devil. Or one of his minions at the very least. But yeah. It was great! We sang retarded songs and played some games and did some silly dances and a puppet show (I was a shark) and made some paper bag creatures with ribbony arms. It was kind of like being drunk (what with the singing and crazy dancing and running around like a retard, not to mention the puppet show. Who doesn't love a drunken puppet show?) but without the hangover. Or the barfing. It was good. And not even one of them tried to bite me (I was pretty convinced beforehand that they had fangs and would lunge at me given the opportunity).

And I'm not bored today! Woo hoo! I'm feeling downright frisky! Not frisky in the icky pervy way mind you...just footloose and fancy free. What does that actually mean? And why am I talking like someone's great grandma or aunt or someone else smelling of moth balls and potpurri? Ooo! Pretty in Pink is on and it's getting to the part where Molly Ringwald has the big freakout in the hallway at Blaine about the prom "what about prom Blaine!?" "couldn't we just talk about this after school?" "NO! what about prom?!" and then Ducky gets into the big fight with James Spader and it's a total spazfest and I love it. So I have to go.