another fun filled day.

well, she actually talked to me some, though she's always careful to not act too interested. she acted like it was my job to move her furniture. oh well. i need to be strong, and stand up to her. i'm backing down all the time, and i know that's not the way to handle her. i just need to not think so much about the "what ifs".

i'm kind of liking this competition between yahoo and "gmail". i can learn to like having 100mb of storage and sending 10 mb emails. i don't have too much of a problem with junk (except those crappy virus emails which i don't even open or anything) mainly because i have one (yahoo)email to sign up for things, and one for correspondance.

i can't believe I am moving soon. this time next week will be my 2nd night in the house. and you know, in spite of all the crap that has gone on, it still feels like home. in a corollary, sometimes I wish I could explain how I "know" things like that. It's like when i moved here, the reason none of the other options felt right was because I was waiting on this one. The second Jason told me about the job at stanton's, I knew where i was going, and what I was to do. Those who know me know i am not an "in your face" kind of person, but I sure was with Jim. Somehow i knew that would get me what I wanted. And I like my job. so it's copasetic.

i am considering applying for a "teaching position" with the SAT test prep people. i think i could handle that. it would be extra cash.

i am guessing the jasons are ok.

my dad is mad that my sister won't come up to help move me. i knew she wouldn't come so i was disappointed. in ways it is better because we would have been mondo crunched for space.

monday while moving my stuff, I used a hankerchief to make a "do-rag". I used my rainbow one. i got some funny looks, but I don't care. i might use the dark blue for when mom and dad are here. I need to wash clothes before they get here too. I have much to do.

I made cookie bars tonight. I wanted to use this cookie mix, but i was lazy and i didn't want to keep scooping and baking batches so I spread the dough out onto one of my metal baking sheets. they turned out ok. it was biglots/duncan hines, so of course they were a bit weird. they tasted good though.

it sounded like at work that terry wants to "train" me in doing some of the ordering. it's cool. i like responsibility. they see me at work as this laid back person, but it's that carefully crafted persona. sometimes i am so good at hiding the real me that even i begin to believe the deception. i need to be laid back to fit in this particular situation- if it were a place where i could be more competitive (more comfortably) i would be. hmmmm, should i spend money on a sandwich from einstein's or take my lunch? and most people wouldn't consider that a politically charged question. but, oh,in the choral dept it most defintely is. i am torn between trying to fit in with one group or the other, or to keep walking the tightrope. decisions, decisions. the most logical step would be to find another job, but i like this one so well. it mixes all the good things i like about my abilities.

some more jennifer stuff- i wonder if she'll let me take care of griffin for her sometime.

i wrote a good bit tonight. i haven't written in a while so yeah.

i'm ready for bed.