So I'm sitting here in my classroom, which isn't all that cold at the moment (and plus, I'm wearing a down jacket).  I've had the heat off for a while because, wonder of wonders, our school actually has a bit of insulation and heat tends to build up quickly, so the heater doesn't need to be on much until the dead of winter; "twenty minutes on, then two hours off, and repeat until it's time to go home" is a pretty satisfactory arrangement.  The maintenance guy just came in to clean some filter or something and of course, now that my attention has been drawn to a temporarily inoperable heater, I'm absolutely freezing.  Thank you, brain, and fuck you very much.

On which note, I taught the kids "foggy" today and a couple of boys, hearing the term for the first time, thought I'd said "fuck you".

On the subject of misheard words, and following up on my last entry's topic of previous romances, I remember when I visited Matt last summer and met his adorable family and taught them how to play Rock Band.  One of the songs on there is "Living on a Prayer", and Matt was totally shocked when he saw the name for the first time.  "What?  I always thought it was Living on a Prairie!  I thought it was about cowboys and stuff!"  All the English speakers in the room (Jane and I) laughed at him.  Then he pointedly added that "ie" to the end of "prayer" every time he sung the chorus.

That one episode epitomizes what I've been thinking this week about reunions with exes; they feel good, even if it's not the greatest thing in the world to see someone you once wanted madly in love with someone else.  Which Matt and Jane were... I didn't see that same look again until people started taking pictures of Chris and I.  So I really wish I were seeing Paul this week, even with she-who-must-not-be-named... and especially with her, since it might help put a closing parenthesis on things.  (Paul doesn't read this, so this isn't some lame way of trying to hint at anything.)

It's really time I got a real blog and used something other than emo bullshit for writing practice...