It's warmed up lately

It went good on Thursday guys. We'll see. But now it's Saturday and I gotta go round. I'm thinking I won't shower first. :)

Last night I was on call with no plans, so I did my taxes, finished my book about Alaska, ate spaghetti, paid bills and opened a new ING account. All that stuff actually took up the whole evening. It was okay. I've never done taxes before, but it wasn't bad. It looked like I was getting a big fat refund, but...we'll see. If I really get that much, I'm going to blow it on travel. I didn't go anywhere last year, not even to Washington. Maybe I'll go to surfing camp.

I saw Nicky on Thursday evening, it was fun and I took some cute pictures of her and James but unfortunately they're in my camera's internal memory and it won't copy them onto the memory card, so I can't put them up here. We went out to Mojo Burrito and had a good time, left when James started yelling and throwing stuff. But he lasted a good 45 minutes before that happened.

All right, I really have to go now.

Stripes (yellow ones)

Well so, last Friday I got my hair done. I wanted to get highlights but not crazy ones.

I don't know if you can tell from this picture, but these are crazy. I look blonde. And high maintenance. When it was all over the girl told me, "Just give it a week, and if you can't get used to it, come back and I'll fix it." I haven't decided yet. It looks okay, but definitely not like anything that would grow out of anybody's head, and it's the kind of thing I'll have to keep going back to get worked on regularly, so, eh. I don't know. Just in case you were wondering what was up with my hair lately.

Not a whole lot going on right now...well, kind of. Tomorrow's a big day. We'll see how it goes.

This last weekend I was off call and I went jeans shopping with April, and later we went out to the movies and saw that new Hugh Grant movie, it was good. Funny and not gross. Then I spent the night at my old house in Chatty and went to church with April on Sunday morning, which was good, interesting. I saw IA there and it was fine. He talked to me and it made me a little pissy but not sad at all, so I was glad about that. But I didn't really want to talk to him.

Valentine's Day was good, I liked it. I got a huge box from St. Louis, with tons of presents and letters and everything and I was REALLY excited. And I got a box from my Mom with all kinds of good stuff in it, way to go Mom, I'm still working on the chocolates, I eat one every day on my way out the door to work, right after I brush my teeth. So I didn't feel pathetic and unspecial at all, actually.

Now I'm just excited that there's only a week left in February. I hate this month.

Today it was warm outside, like 70 degrees, and so I drove up to Chatt. again and walked around at Coolidge for a long time with Rachel, which was so cool. Then I came back and watched American Idol at Krista's house. She's a lady I work with, (married with 2 older daughters) and I've been going over there almost every week to watch it with her and her family. It's been fun so far. I feel like I'm starting to like my life a little more lately.

So that's the update. Pray for me about my thing tomorrow afternoon, guys. I'm not nervous but it's important to me, and I want it to be awesome.

Oh one more thing: I'm on call this weekend, and I think it's going to be slow. In other words, if you've been wanting to see me lately, you should definitely come down, because I'm stuck here. Yep.

Oreos

So today I haven't been avoiding my couch all that successfully. I've got a fresh stack of library books and a bunch of oreos and a little bit of a funk brewing. Today I went to lunch with Elaine (my token Dalton friend) at this redneck restaurant and then I came home all full of fried-ness and wanting a nap. But I read, instead (another book about Alaska) and then by some miracle got myself to English class even though I did not want to go. I'm saying it like that because the other day, a guy that I sort of know was at my house going on and on about what he was good at. Then I think he must have felt embarrassed because there was a long pause (what was I supposed to say?) and he was like, "and what about you? what are you good at?" So I told him that I was good at making myself do stuff that I didn't want to do. I know! Doesn't that make me sound fascinating? Ha! well actually I was just trying to list as many things as he did, so as not to sound low self-esteemish, like, "oh gosh, I don't know--I can't think of anything"--which is of course the first thing that came to mind.

In case you're wondering, nothing's going on with IA, that stupid boy. All the stupid boys I've ever known get initials. They're not always mean initials, though. Anyhow he called me last night so he could apologize for some dumb stuff, so I corrected him and told him what he should be apologizing for, and he was like, "uh yeah. And that too." I sort of felt as if I should be apologizing back, but I couldn't think of anything to apologize for, and I was pissed that he had called and pissed that I had answered, so I kept my mouth shut. It was a fairly brief conversation. Anyways I only answered because I had just finished watching this movie about a strong black woman who divorced her husband because he was a total loser and was all strong and cool and moved on about it, and I was feeling sort of like, you know. A strong black woman. Right.

So whatev, here I am on my couch with my oreos, and things are fine, and I'm glad I got my butt out and went to English class so I could practice saying "Nice to meet you" with a bunch of Mexicans and Guatemalans at church. Because it's kind of fun once I get there. And all the students had brought dinner to celebrate Valentine's Day. There were like a million kinds of potato salad and ham salad and chicken salad and fruit salad, so I ate that stuff and it was good. I wish I had eaten more because now I'm hungry again.

it's really okay...

Wanted to follow up on that last cryptic and slightly depressing post...
Things are still fine. I'm still being busy, I'm hanging out with different people every night, avoiding my couch and journal, generally not thinking too hard except for when I'm at work.

Here's a picture of Dad and Linda and I this weekend. I'm getting my hair cut again next week. It's time.

I got some almost good news yesterday. But I shouldn't post it. You can call me if you want to hear about it.

Dumb stuff

This is what I think: he's not actually trying to mess with my head, he just doesn't think before acting. And that's as charitable as I can get right now. I'm really irritated. It feels like I keep stapling him into a box and he stays there for a week or so, and I start to forget about it, and then he pops out and I have to go look for the stapler again. I guess I could probably actually be mean instead of merely unwelcoming. I'm sick of it though. It doesn't feel tragic in a novel way anymore. It feels like an unoriginal crappy story that belongs in a dumb girl's life. Anyways, who staples boxes? Of course on some level the attention is nice, but this attention makes me feel like I'm eating skittles when I'm hungry for lunch.
I'm going to bed.

Things are otherwise okay. Up to 86 babies. Tomorrow's a half day. I'm still wearing the big coat. Dad came up this weekend and went on and on about how great I was. Really tired--Wednesdays are our busiest days in the office--and today I had tons of patients and a birth in the middle of it all-- and afterwards I drove up to Chattanooga to watch American Idol and hang out with the old roommates. So maybe I should stop thinking and go to sleep.