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Well, it was pretty slow today at work again. Steve has decided to hire Andrea and work her every other Sunday. That means that I am going to have to call Candice and let her know that the position is filled…when Steve tells me it is. I should have had her check back on Saturday, instead of saying I would call her.
I was going through my dresser drawer and found a letter Beth wrote me before she left at the end of our freshman year. She was so thankful in it that we were friends. That was the first time I had been told how much I had impacted a person’s life by just being her friend. Now I am going to write her, Lindsey, and Jamie. The only problem is that my address may change before they can write back. I really miss them all. They all brought something different in to my life. Beth: simplicity of fun. Lindsey: Humor and relationship curiosity. Jamie: Spontaneity &Â a girl I could never have. Basically every girl I have met has provided me with a lesson, or quality, or something that I took note of and learned from.
Now, about my dad’s…I still don’t know how to feel about that. I guess in my mind, because there is no set date or plan, it may not happen. That is probably why I don’t get concerned or scared. I can function fine with a schedule and deadlines to meet, as long as there is something to enforce them. However, open-ended plans and self-imposed deadlines with consequences that only affect me don’t have much bearing on my motivation. If I am the only one affected, I decide whether or not the task is worth the consequences and whether or not I can bear the consequences.
For example, the news that I was being kicked out to my dad’s didn’t shock me much because I can bear those consequences.
The decision to stay at etbu or come home left me debating whether or not I could financially survive on my own at ETBU. I couldn’t so I coped with coming home and set my mind at ease with it, and then prepared my friends for the news.
Well…that’s all for tonight. I’ll try and analyze myself more tomorrow. Laterz.
- Song in my head: When the Saints go marching in – The Cathedrals
- Craving: Spaghetti
- Mood: Uncertain / Melancholy
- Thought: “I have a new old picture of Beth on my desk now.”
- Quote: “If the shoe don’t fit, we must acquit.” – Wayans, on My Wife and Kids
