Dear Denizens of the Blogosphere, I’m going to be honest: this week has been the most intense week of my life and like EVER.
Okay, that might be a little bit of an exaggeration. I mean, it wasn’t as intense as that time I slipped on ice and woke up who knows how many minutes and/or hours and/or days later in a pool of melted ice or blood. It wasn’t as intense as the day I listened to Born to Die three times in a row, or, really, any day I’ve listened to Boys for Pele more than three times in a row. And it definitely wasn’t as intense as the week I discovered how many varieties of trail mix there were at the Bi Lo down the street.
Nonetheless, it was pretty intense. I looked inside a bee hive. I ate a red velvet funnel cake. I graded infinity papers and discovered I still had infinity papers to grade. I wrote a poem about shoes on my iPhone. I fulfilled the dreams of four-year-old Emily Bolden by teaching My Little Pony. I gave one of the theory-heavy lectures I’ve ever given, and I gave that lecture about My Little Pony. I drew confusing and illegible things on the dry erase board. I made photocopies of a poster featuring a swamp monster for The Burning Swamp Reading Series, which kicks off with our first-ever reading tomorrow night. I got a fish and let it live in my house and I’m still alive and so is it. I won a giant unicorn at a bowling game. I got matching airbrushed t-shirts with my BFF, which has been my goal since I knew what airbrushing and t-shirts were. I remembered how much I love Laura Jensen’s Bad Boats. And, perhaps most importantly, I actually remembered to put my recycling out so it can get picked up tomorrow morning.
Here’s the photographic proof.