"The Chinks in my Armor" or "All Work and No Play, etc."

Uh, this is going to be fast because I have papers to grade, and chicken to Shake n' Bake, and dreams to sleep, and a carless boy back home waiting for me to get home. However, it's been a good long while since I've had a real good violent anger posting on here, and I aim to make good on this month's quota right now.

I have been in a consistently foul mood since I woke up this morning. I spent the next several hours scowling, cursing under my breath, and frantically trying to figure out what was wrong so I could fix it. It was the darnedest thing. I couldn't decide what I was mad about and why I couldn't let it go. Chan and Jen drew me pictures as I shot daggers at the poor man giving the Tuesday Devotional today. Jen wrote: "Don't stress out. Don't be discouraged. Satan is PISSED that you're getting married. He's gonna try real hard to keep you in this mindset."

Below this she drew the outline of a goldfish with a speech bubble that said, "Hi, my name is Emily, and I'm gonna keep swimming."

Next to the goldfish, Chandler drew Satan waving his fists and stating, pretty matter-of-factly, "I am so pissed."

After reading the note and looking at their silly, expectant little faces, I felt the bones in my angry face start to relax, and all these wound up little muscles I didn't realize were wound up started to loosen and calm down.

Maybe it is just as simple as a pissed off devil. I mean, why shouldn't Satan be after me? I'm a goldmine of truth and virtue. My sister Amanda says the theme of my wedding should be "Purity," though Mom won't let us write it on the cake.

If it is Satan, he sure is sneaky about it. All David has done is send me kind texts and bring me food. It's a bit difficult to come up with reasons that marrying him is a bad idea. So I'm being attacked in different places....little overlooked holes I didn't expect to be shot into. So I'm writing a list. My Top Ten List of Armor Chinks that put me in a crummy mood all day:

10. Weird dreams. I have no control over my dreams, most of the time. And I had weird ones last night. Fuzzy ones. I can't place my fingers on the details, but I woke up disappointed and ashamed. It was something about not fitting into my wedding dress and having to show up to an important board meeting and everybody hating me there.

9. I've started worrying a lot about wedding dresses. I have one. I haven't seen it in weeks. I don't remember what it looks like or what I look like in it. I know nobody is really going to care what I look like (or will remember it in a year, anyway), but I have this nagging worry that I'm going to look like a pastry. Or a polygamist. Or a frump. Like "Purity" really was my theme or something.

8. I'm getting disproportionately heavy. And this real fancy friend of a friend is going to take my bridals in this real gourmet style and I'm afraid I'm going to end up looking like a pop tart on a golden platter. A bloated pop tart. They will look less like wedding photos and more like political cartoons. ("What could the metaphor be?" they'll ask, then chuckle as if they already knew.)

7. I'm allergic to all this cotton. I keep sneezing. I keep sneezing just when a thought starts to sound good, but I lose it with the sneeze. It's bugging me.

6. This girl ushering people into devotional today kept walking up and down the aisles with her nose in the air, like she was approving of everything going on inside the room, or rather that everything going on inside the room needed her approval. That bugged me.

5. I made a typing error on my wedding announcements. They're all printed. There's no going back. When you get my announcement, it will say I am getting married on the "Fourtheenth of August." The fourtheenth. Have I ever misspelled fourtheenth? I'm marrying an editor, for crying out loud. We're English majors, for crying out loud. I have to send these announcements to people in my thesis committee, for crying out loud.

4. Did I mention I wrote "fourtheenth" on my announcements and no one noticed until they were all printed? Maybe we'll get more presents this way, out of their pity for me.

3. Nobody thinks I can cook anything, but I can. I'm sick of people pigeon-holing me into this scatter-brained whelp of an incompetent housewife without evidence. So I burned macaroni and cheese last semester. So Sharon had to throw away that pot. That doesn't mean I can't learn real fast how to make all kinds of real fancy crap! Quit pointing out my motes!

3 1/2. I'm also kind of bugged that people keep saying I'm going to be a housewife now. I mean, I guess it'll probably happen, and I think I even want it, but the fact that people keep assuming really gets under my fingernails and behind my face. I burn there. If I'm a housewife, it's because I chose it, damn it.

2. I'm irritated that I can't do anything I want to do for this wedding because I have so much to do at school. I feel like I'm shouldering everything, but I'm too prideful to set any of it down. I'm drowning in a sea of "To-dos" and I go to bed each night exhausted and lisping. I've started to say things like, "fourtheenth."

1. Today I used the phrase, "chinks in your armor," to my English 311 class while referring to solidifying their argument by anticipating the opposition. A corner of the class erupted into snickers and whispers. "Sister G!" they called out in priggish, cocky confidence, "do you realize you said 'chinks' instead of 'kinks'?"

The dumb kids think that the word "chink" is only used as a racial slur. A "kink" in armor? What the hell would that look like? They really had never heard of the phrase "chinks in our armor." That's the last straw. I was kind to them in class, but I had to really rush out of there to spit fire into the empty vacuum of my office and rant out this little list of bothers.

Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

I'm going to go be sweet and make decent food now. Because I'm perfectly capable and perfectly calm. And I will grade these papers. If I'm up until three a.m., I will grade these papers. And I'm going to fix pollution for once and for all! Quit telling me I can't!