i was so eager to come home, and now i really miss not so much the blo, but the peeps.
e:pmt of course! and the baby so much!!! i don't even really like baby babies, the kind that only sleep and poop but i love that baby so much. and i don't really love other babies, i mean some of them are ok, but that baby, baby zooey i love so much. it's amazing how at ease i felt with her and content...
i do not however want a baby for myself, i just wish she was closer.
i also bombed my math exam this week, so say goodbye to my solid B average. i hate logs, i really really do.
i have another research project due for bio and of course it's round two of the dreaded group assignment, and i find myself liking e:jame's advice more and more; just do the whole thing myself so we get a better grade.
i also have a mandatory work training session entitled, "Culture Club", something or other, those four hours will be spent singing karma chameleon over and over in my head, which is actually not sooo bad because it's such a great song and who doesn't love boy george?
i think i have lost a friend to her bf, which always seems to happen because women are lame and flock to men. i mean, im happy for her, but this means goodbye to my fun times friend and i need a new one.
not that i am anti- boyfriend, but it's been so long since i had one that it will really have to take someone special to turn me over to the dark side. plus, i am so not into having to answer to anyone. well, that's a lie because i'm pretty sure i answer to my mother...
also, speaking of which, i am now being forced to become a golfer, which many people seem to think is a great idea, and it sounds awful to me but
e:hodown made a few goods points:
rich people play-maybe even some d list celebs
you can have drinks
you can have fashion
green grass and landscaping are pretty
if you live in az you have to play
being a golfer puts you in a good spot in the business world(but i am not in the business world)
and my personal fav:
the golf cart.
so this week i am determined to hike 3 times, get back on my math track, and become an expert on the cactus wren. and, mayyyyyyyybe hit a golf ball.