I'm exhausted

So I've finished my final teaching round for the course. This means I have 3 weeks to complete 5 assignments and then it's all well and truly over. That puts me in the happy place. My final teaching round was in an all girls Catholic school. Not my cup of tea. Besides the whole hair pulling aspect of it, I learnt that while I can do all boys or co-ed I'm not really the type for all girls. Let's face it, teenage girls are little bitches. I felt bad that I couldn't get out of the school quick enough. Makes me feel that I'm somehow lacking in some way. Putting aside the desire for excellence in all areas, this just wasn't for me. That said, I've yet again tricked my supervisors and will now end with an average of H1 for my practical placements this year. Honestly, after 6 years of teaching I would have been pretty disappointed if I'd averaged less that this. I'm good to take a couple of moments to pay tribute and bask in my own gloriousness.

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In addition to being run off my feet with the teaching round the other smile/glee/smile thing for the last couple of weeks has been SL's presence. She was here for just over two weeks and left this afternoon. I've promised her blogginess to read at work tomorrow so if you're bored just go look at the Wonder Woman pic again. I haven't seen SL since February this year, but we made up for lost time with lots of dinners out, dinners in, a Picasso exhibition, a movie (been a loooooong time since I've done that dating archetype!) and attended the wedding of two of my best friends yesterday. If you want pics of us dressed up like "grown ups" then you have to petition her.

I remember an old friend of mine, P, complaining to me when she first started living with her husband about how hard it was because she'd been single and living alone for such a long time. I can kind of understand that now. I'm used to being slow and free. Borderline reclusive according to my parents lol. And the past fortnight I was out almost every single night. Haven't done that since I was about 19 (discounting the ex-pat years as there's nothing else to do but go out with people). So it was an adjustment for me having someone that I wanted to be with all the time and that wanted to see me too. I think the best thing we did was pancakes at the Pancake Parlour at 12.30am on Friday night. Taco crepes are so drooly >insert Homer sound here<

So I'm back to the "single" life again. If we're very very lucky then we'll be together again by January but either way I plan to keep myself busy. As soon as these assignments are out of the way I think it's time to actually attempt a novel, which is scary and cool. It'll only be for my own reading (and SL coz God knows she'd never let me keep that from her) but it seems like the right time for it. It's weird to think about the changes over the past few months. I feel like I'm making decisions that are actually brain-based rather than cock-based. While I'm still the same nympho bastard that I've always been, I no longer desire "all that". I've had it already and eventually you come to the crossroads and see that you can either spend your entire life sleeping around and abusing your body and soul or you can have what you really want. I may be starting to hit ramble territory but at least there'll be someone laughing at me.

I have to make a shoutout to all my friends who were so lovely to SL while she was here. See boys and girls? Being choosy about the people you associate with is for the best. I have wonderful friends and we've all had ample reason to get together numerous times in the last couple of weeks because of the wedding which has been fantastic. Couple more weeks and it'll be my Sake Party then Christmas Dinner after that.

When I started writing there was apparently a point to all this. As usual I've sat doing other stuff (phone, Photoshop, newsfeeds etc) so this single post has taken and hour and a half almost to complete. And said what? That I'm in a gushy mood right now. Fuck it. Everyone should be gushy once in a while.