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The WeatherPixie

I'M TAKING THE PLUNGE
MARCH 4, 2006 @ NOON
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name - faith
age - 28
screenname - barefootnhippie
email - barefootnhippie@yahoo.com

at the moment: The current mood of barefootnhippie at www.imood.com

current reads:
night
searching for god knows what
a walk in the woods
assasination vacation


hobbies:
coloring in the spaces of the pretty, pretty tax forms
breathing yogalates and cardio hip-hop classes
waiting, always waiting, for my next direction

chores:
pretending to direct HS play rehearsals
grading students' essays
dealing with the men in my life

The Cool Kids
touching silence
magnolia coffee
i really am a real teacher
crooked letter, crooked letter
the last in the adventures...
get your learn on
first take
how to write a personal narrative
hippie's 100
the erotic edge

Interesting Strangers
deep south comic
american undershirt
tcwh
snowshoe crab
queen goddess
le petit hiboux

The Rest of the World
MSNBC
dave barry's blog
serenity blog
the onion
the smoking gun
weight watchers
self
kairos
NCTE


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06 April 2003

my little quarter-life crisis

i have an almost-ominous feel about this week. probably because i know that something bad will happen. you see, young people, i turn 26 this week. 26. that's just another way of saying "old." i have nothing planned to celebrate the actual day or the symbolic day (since i was born on easter, i've always looked at it as kind of "my" day. it's special, and i'll be spending it away from my home church and my family this year), which sucks a lot. the plans to meet my mom in arkansas fell apart, which made me cry. and now the jabaroo tribe is flaking out on this stupid rental thing, which means that rent will go up by a good, solid $100-$150 (which, btw, i don't have) it's extremely depressing. so, instead of dwelling on the impending reality of my mortality and the MTC drama, i'm going to focus on the positive instead.

good things that will happen after i turn 26:
1. baker will come to live with me (in july)
2. i will - eventually - get to play with the family again
3. lounging around in huge bookstores, comfortable cafes, and smoky pizza joints (listening to great music)
4. possible roadtrip
5. second year of MTC will begin - and end
6. new tattoo? perhaps

the rain in spain falls - mainly - on the plane

we're under a tornado watch tonight. the rain's been pouring into the delta like "madness into a crazy-house." we're hoping for a rain-day tomorrow. god, that'd be nice. no dealing with students who skipped last friday, no creating lesson plans, no making nice with teachers - would-be friends, irony? - who view me as the moral corruptor of the youth in our school... get me on a plane to spain or a train to maine. i'm going stark-raving mad for an escape, which MTC used to be. now it's like another battlefield. i feel like i've become a caricature of myself in the eyes of my MTC peers at the school, just because i won't hop into their box of what a "good christian" should be or say or do. it really bothers me. if you're reading (still), i wish you'd respect me for who i am, not just who you want me to be. yes, i'm liberal. no, i'm not a baptist. yes, i'm a christian. no, i won't take books out of my classroom. yes, i still respect you and value your opinion. can you say the same? i wish i knew. i wish i weren't scared that if i knew, i would be disappointed beyond what i am already.

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