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Just me, I guess


So, I guess this is me. A -seemingly- happy person. Don't let the smile fool you. Inside, I'm exhausted and feel like an old used mopp.
It's not all bad though, I have two small children, full of energy and curiosity, which turns out to be rather expensive... What happens when you throw a candelabra at the TV? It breaks... What happens if you start spraying perfume everywhere? The scent sticks (I've had my car windows open for a week now).
I do have a husband.. but in all honesty, he makes more of a mess than the kids do.
Teaching is my chosen profession, I currently teach English (EFL) even though I'm technically still in university myself.
I guess you can say gaming is a part of life too, WoW all the way ;)

I'm not sure what do do with this blog, I think I made it mostly to have a place to talk to myself. I often feel like I have so much to say, but when the time comes to say it, it just kinda freezes up.
So, what to expect? Anything really... or nothing... That depends.
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