03.24.05 * 5:02 p.m.

In honor of cold virus, I am going to talk like a congested individual for at least a paragraph.

You doe whud suggs moesd about habbing a code? Habbing it on your spring breag!

There. Two sentences may constitute a paragraph.

Anyways, yes. I have a cold. The kind of cold where you just want to lay in bed and blow your nose all day. Luckily, I can do this without taking any sick days off, because this is my friggin' SPRING BREAK!

I need this cold to go away soon. I am auditioning for musical next week, and the last thing I want to do is sing my audition piece (from Jesus Christ Superstar) like so:

"Dry nod to get worried, dry nod to hode ondoo, problems that ubsett yoooouuuuu...Dode you doe ebyding's allride, yes, ebyding's pine..."

I mean, it's possible the real Mary Magdalene had a sinus infection during the last days before the Crucifixion, but I doubt it.

Also, I'm going to visit Sam tonight. Last weekend I had a work-related thing to do, so I didn't see him. And though I was in close proximity to the Extremely Good-Looking Other New Teacher all weekend, I missed him.

To continue with my onslaught of RST's (Random Subject Transitions), I ended up giving a speech to several students and teachers about weight issues, and how we are superficial to feel bad about ourselves when our outsides don't look good. I told them about how, as much as we preach that our looks should not dictate our feelings, we are superficial creatures who care about our exterior. I told them about my Weight Watchers journey and how losing 40 pounds has done a lot for my comfort and my self-esteem.

Strangely, they listened. Some of the girls even wrote me notes about how they are glad that I spoke the truth about how we feel and didn't go all Barney on them, saying, "It's the inside that matters."

Yes, it is what's on the inside that matters. But for me, my inside shines when I feel good on the outside.

Okay, enough after-school special shit. I'm going to pop a Sudafed, take a steamy shower, and make gross noises in my throat to clear my congestion.

If I sing, ignore the congestion, please.