Just like the Doctor

I'm talking to Pete, and last night I was talking to Nate, and I'm thinking about what I want.  The thing is.  I want to keep adventuring.  Moving new places.

I think I've said it before, but I think it's ironic that I'm named after a song about a gypsy that keeps coming home to a stable, non-migratory woman named Melissa.  Or maybe it's not ironic because I heard that song is actually about him and his guitar when he's on tour.  The guitar of course going with him wherever he goes.  So maybe it makes sense that I've always wanted to bounce around.

But see, what I got out of moving to San Francisco, is that it's hard to bounce around alone.

I need a partner in crime.

A companion.

Doesn't have to be a Sig O or anything like that.  Just someone with a flexible job who likes meeting new people and exploring new places.

I need a Gregg Allman.

Then I can go wherever I want, explore the whole universe and not worry about being alone.

Pensieve Thoughts

Fried Green Tomatoes with cheese taste like little handheld pizzas.  I'm assuming that's what pizza bagels are like.  But I wouldn't know b/c most frozen food grosses me out.

Grading homework is the stupidest most pointless most time consuming thing ever.  I hate it.

I'm thinking of moving back to the D.C. area next year because let's face it, it's the fastest most surefire way to solve the problem that is pushing me out of SF:  my loneliness.  You know, because two of my three best friends and my family and a whole bunch of friends from college live in the DC metro area.

On that note, the older I get, the more I relate to Liz Lemon.

It's crappy foggy windy cold here like it's gonna storm or snow.  But it's SF.  SF is a big weather cock-tease.  So instead of anything actually happening.  It just going to continue being crappy foggy windy cold here.  Forcing me to turn on the heat in my apartment.  God it's cold in here.

Is everyone engaged except me?  How did I miss the "marriage track relationship" bus back when I was 23?  Because I'm pretty sure that's when everyone got on board.  How often does this bus come around?

Did I mention that grading is dumb?
And I'm cold?

I auditioned for Les Mis today.  Sooooo, that'll be a thing to look out for.  I can't really afford the time commitment. But I'm so damn lonely, I figure I have to do something to interact with adults and not just come home and be alone all the time.  It's unlikely to happen, the theater's really legit and my headshots were out of date, so I looked totally unprofresh #petpeeves.

Have I mentioned I'm cold.

I want to go to bed.

Stupid homework.

Making tomatillo salsa later.

Love my CSA.  It's like Christmas every two weeks.

Also here's a back log of pictures:

Remember when I looked like this?  In like February?

Bangs.

They looked damn good.  But were so hard to maintain.

My hair looks so shiny.  I miss it now.

Hey internet, did I ever show you this dress?

Here it is again.

And here's my super sick Gentleman of the Road shirt I got at the Mumford Concert.  Probs my fave.

Short hair, fierce face.

Legs.  Nineties chic.

Me pondering my Red Kuri Squash two weeks ago.

I made a soup with it.  And spilled the soup all over everything.  I messy cried.  And to top it all off, the soup tasted super bad.

On the flip side I had a yellow watermelon a couple weeks ago.  That shit was DELICIOUS.

It looks like I'm threatening to slit my squash's throat if you don't give into my demands, but honestly I was pondering how you peel a squash.  Especially given that I only have one sharp blade in my entire apartment.

If my getting my CSA is like waking up to presents Christmas morning, then lettuce is like CSA-Santa reminding me I haven't been good all week.

HAVE I MENTIONED HOW COLD I AM? IT'S SO GODDAMN WINDY OUTSIDE AND I'M SHIVERING IN HERE.

I'm so Overwhelmed

And I have no social outlet.  And I spend the hour on each side of my school day in a car.  And have I mentioned I have no friends? #getmeoutofSF #isteachingreallymything #teachingfifthgradedefinitelyisn't