Long Beach and idioms.

Once upon a time, Long Beach and I were like ambivalent lovers, with more animosity between us than either of us realized. But slowly, Long Beach has wooed me (thanks in part to the new church that I started attending in February) and caused me to see its beauty amidst the graffiti, the ghetto, the railroad tracks and stark white, graffitied industrial buildings in the ghetto. So here I am, sitting in a Starbucks on the corner of Atlantic and San Antonio Drive, blogging about this new found reconciliation. I mean, I also plan on doing homework, too. But first things first.

Also, I'd like to mention the strange fellow sitting in one of the leather comfy chairs a few feet from me. I found myself a small round table in a corner and as I sit here and type, I can't help but notice the jutting movements of this strange fellow's head as he attempts to inconspicuously sneak looks in my direction. And I realized that I may sound a little conceited. I'm not. Though I do like to point out the obvious. It's kind of ridiculous. Part of me wants to go over there to tell him to cut it out. "Excuse me, can you please stop being creepy? Its making me uncomfortable."

On a completely different note: If you didn't know this about me, I have a hard time keeping my idioms straight. I'm not sure why this is the case, but part of me wants to blame my filipino heritage and growing up with parents, who also, in their best efforts, cannot say American idioms right. For example, when my mother, bless her precious little heart, was pseudo-lecturing me about skirting certain issues regarding friendships, etc, she told me to "stop beating the bushes."

Oh dear.

Anyway, today, I realized that I had forgotten to do an assignment that was due today and when I realized this, I decided to talk to my professor to (a) beg for forgivness and (b) see if I can turn it in later. As I was explaining to her that it had completely slipped my mind because of my ever growing list of things to do as I try to balance work, school and life, I said "Sorry Professor Dixon, but I feel like a chicken running around without my head on!"

For the life of me, I still can't really remember how to say that particular idiom. I'm sure someone out there will help me out.

Happy Tuesday!