Chris Colfer's version of "Rose's Turn" has inspired numerous re-listens simply because I love that damn show. Gypsy, not Glee. Although I do love some Glee. But Gypsy may be the best Broadway musical of all-time, and each listen to even one version of that AMAZING song reminds me of the joy that was last year when LuPone Gypsy was on Broadway and the new audios from the show kept getting more and more fierce until I physically hurt when I was reminded how I'd never see LuPone live.
*Excuse me while I turn this entry into a checklist*
Also, I have now written 5 pages for my 16 pager due Friday, as well as the majority of the two one page reflections for my fiction class. 11 pages more to go, a take home final on Tuesday-Wednesday, paper gradings, and 3 short story reflections to follow, and then I can revise the first chapter of Anglofile to submit on Friday
No word on Ellie yet; insurance company is taking 1238974132 years to send out an adjuster. Until then, I'm driving Dad's old car, whom I've named Stanley (as in The Manly). I need identity in my objects.
I start teaching a week from tomorrow, and today I had to fill out an assignment sheet and submit to the professor. I tried so hard to like it. I really did. I know I'm going to be miserable, so I'm trying to find a way to enjoy it, but even telling students to analyze primary texts within the conext of the 1950's made my heart hurt. I Love Lucy? Boring. Marilyn Monroe? Snooze. I know he's going to tell me the idea's too difficult and my assignment is too confusing, but I've accepted that.
Still have not started on either of my 15 page papers. Not good.
I hate when you are craving something, but you already have leftovers so you feel bad ordering something else. Case in point: Sausage and mushrookm pizza from Pizza Hut would be AMAHZING right now, but I made orange chicken last night and need to eat it.
Have I mentioned how I HATE working on Sundays? Cause I do. Really.
My car's name is Ellie. I bought her nearly 4 years ago after the summer of my freshman year of college. I paid every penny for her, and as a result had no spending money for the greater part of my sophomore year. She has no air conditioning; her windows roll down at odd angles and the driver usually has to coax them to go back up. She sits low, and was once owned by a smoker whose scent took 2 bottles of Febreeze to remove. This morning when I took her to the car wash I found a large knife in under her hoodwhich had apparently been there awhile. Her check engine light is always on and so is a Ets signal off light neither of which means anything except she likes to make me feel bad. She gets amazing gas mileage and has made more trips to oklahoma than most cars younger than her would. She is decorated with tons of decals from all of my schools. She is named after the Clampett's Ellie May.
Ellie and I were in a wreck today. I was turning left on a green arrow and the other driver blew through the intersection and nailed her in her passenger door. I'm fine; I was more pissed than hurt. Engine was fine; I drove her to a nearby parking lot to wait for the police to come. Her front tire I'd out of whack and the door popped open at the top. Other than that, just a bunch of cosmetic crap. The other driver says he had a green light, but I'm seriously doubting that. His front bumper was pulled back, buthe drove his car away from the scene while Ellie was put ona wrecker. Lucky asshole.
This is the first accident I've had with my baby girl, and I hope it's not going toput her out of commission. Her value isn't very high, but I don't want a new car.
I just want my Ellie.
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