Limbo

I'm at the brief interlude on a Tuesday, after dinner but before piano. There is not enough time to even attempt productivity, yet there is just enough to recognize that there is truly nothing to do. That's what the "limbo" is about in the subject, it has nothing to do with the shimmy-under-the-pole game, as much as I wish it did.I bought an almost entirely new wardrobe of pants this weekend. I keep putting my pants into the laundry, and then I never see them again. They are eaten, by the monster that is known as Joanne's stupidity. Not only have I lost nearly all of my pants since we hired her, but many of my shirts have also mysteriously disappeared. All I ever get back are socks and underwear -- and take note that the underwear usually does not belong to me. Apparantly, this is not a vicious conspiracy against me, but against my entire family. On weekends, we hold Underwear Swaps, in a last attempt to regain our respective garments.Luckily, the conspiracy will soon end. Joanne leaves on the first of March, along with all of my problems. We have an interview with another person on Thursday. She's just out of college, degree in elementary ed. We've interviewed several others via telephone, but quickly overruled them as a possibility. One of them spoke like Fran Drescher, only more nasal. Uh huh, just picture that one.I taped my commute to school this morning, unintentionally, of course. I found an old tape of Olivia singing, with our freshman year chorus rehearsing on Side B. I tried in vain to listen to the chorus rehearsal, but ended up pressing "record" and setting it beside me for the duration of the ride. I sing in the car. Loud. If you haven't heard me belt a C#, you're really missing out in life. My C# comes with a guarantee of permanent deterioration of your ear drums. I do cover the cost of all damage if settled in court.When you see Amy in school tomorrow, rush to congratulate her. RUSH. She finally broke up with Andy, after a prolonged relationship that consisted of talking once every few months, and occassional, but rare, eye contact. Now she is available to become friends with Crump. What a concept.Katy and I passed many notes in Latin American History -- purely in Spanish. I continued with this because I figured that even if Jeff picked it up, he couldn't understand it. He's one of those French elitist types; too high and mighty to even consider learning a word of Spanish. Most of the notes from my side were better references to Lexy, whom I am certain comes in a box labeled "Mattell." We also engaged in a highly intellectual discussion revolving around the purely evil natures of the Cort?s-based character in the horrible film The Road To El Dorado, and the the oft-questionable taste of women in such movies. Who would you rather date from El Dorado, fun-loving Miguel, or stuffy Tulio? Is it even a question.I took an entire role of film of my Children's Garden kids at lunch, none of which developed properly. ?Qu? frustrating! I believe it's because I discovered that my camera was accidentally set on 800ASA, but I can't be sure. That's the only logical explanation, anyway. I did waste a good hour after school because of this mishap.It's officially time to leave for piano. I have conquered the boredom.~Jenn