I arrived an hour late to my “Office Hours” today and I can tell you that I did not care one whit. Oh no. I’m sure none of the little whippersnappers will be wanting to stop by and see me until approximately four hours before their essays are due, which means I still have a couple of weeks of slack time before the raging crush of student conferences begins. (At which point I will hide away in my office all day, fielding thoughtless, annoying questions, with barely a spare moment to complain. Somebody hold me!)
As for my time in the office today, I have to sit up here and think of some smart things to say about Romantic poetry and also come up with a plan for my writing kids’ essay assignment. Bleh. I am in a sour mood, all due to an accumulating list of minor annoyances, beginning with a major debacle at the best vending machine downstairs — the vending machine that sells smartwater, which is basically the best water ever, and not just because of the cute goldfish who seems to be swimming in the bottle. Luckily, I managed to get my water in spite of all the forces of the universe struggling against me, and now here I sit, feeling marginally better hydrated, and yet totally unwilling to think about planning my classes. Whine, whine, whine.
In other news, I might ask a boy out on a date.
Drink smartwater, get all the hot boys!
Amanda loves that stuff also, I do not get it, does the water have magikal properties of some arcane sort?
OOPS IT IS A BOY! You should do it!
Electrolytes! Wooo!
Asking out a boy. So exciting!
Also, smartwater? I have heard of but not tried this amazing new beverage. It is really that wonderful? Can I buy it at the gigantic-terrible-center-of-the-world Wally World that is basically my only shopping choice? What’s the big whoop about the smartwater anyway?
As to why smartwater is so good, I don’t know. It’s just distilled water + electrolytes, so there is nothing about it that should taste so good, but it does. It tastes, to me, markedly better than most other waters.
I have been trying tons of different bottled waters (just depending on what’s on sale) since I moved here, as the New Wye tap water tastes especially disgusting. I normally like spring water better than distilled, unless it is overly minerally, or has that weirdly slick mouth-feel. Anyway, smartwater tastes the best.
Re: boys: Boys are cute. I don’t know man; I might be getting my mojo back.
Huzzah! Mojo!
Entirely Unrelated: We often call one of our dogs “Mojo Jojo” after ther Powerpuff Girls villian. Is that weird?
I don’t know from Powerpuff girls, but Mojo Jojo is an AWESOME dog name. I SAID IT.
Other Things I Said: Happy hour; it is good.
I asked a boy out today. to go see Cloverfield. He said yes. Now THAT’S romantic ain’t it?
Well, her name is just Jojo, but Mojo Jojo just rolls off the tongue so well.
My parents have a dog named Zoey. They call her “Zo-Zo” or “Zo” for short. As you can imagine, the dog has no idea what the word “no” means as a result. Wackiness continues to ensue around their household because of this.