It was a day
I woke up this morning, realizing I had overslept. I hate that. I had exactly fifteen minutes to get to work. With my daddy's help (he drove), I managed to get there in seventeen minutes. And our new manager showed up today. He seems really nice and he possesses a quality that makes me want to like him right away: he's our
permanent manager.
Kathey, you were right: Peanut Butter Ice Cream with Butterfingers from ColdStone is truly, truly excellent. I'll have to get it again some time.
This is Day 7 of the SBF Campaign. I must say it's going along nicely. *is proud of herself*
I'm going to Camp Meeting AND Sr. Camp. It promises to be lots of fun, but I'm looking forward to five days with nothing to do but go to church. I really need a refreshing right now, and a Spiritual refreshing is as good as it gets, as I'm sure you all know.
I can't get over how good tea is.
If I had to list three of my favorite things, I would say : hot tea, hot shower, and hot popcorn. Probably in that order, but the list will change from time to time. I must be weird for wanting 'hot' during the summer, but then again, I've always been weird.
I don't know what came over me the other day, but I sat up and realized with a sudden clarity that I want to teach Kindergarten at the Academy. I really, really want to. Not right now, of course, but in a few years. I won't make it a career like Sis. Green did, but I definitely want to do it for at least a year.
I have a Jornada again. The screen decided to blow out completely on my old one, and so I have another one. I had forgetten how much I enjoyed that cute little computer. Stan comes up to me and says, "Can I touch it?" I think he wants one again, too. They're nifty little things.
Mommy is sore, but otherwise all right. She and Daddy went on an 'excursion,' I think to the coast. Mom really likes the beach. They'll be gone for a day or two.
I finally got my registration back yesterday. FINALLY. I actually got two letters from the college. One said, "You overpaid, and we owe you 7 dollars. Come get it." The other one said, "You didn't pay enough and you owe us 18 dollars. Come pay us or we won't register you for your last class."
I thought it was funny.
Maybe that's what's wrong with me. I haven't laughed enough lately.
Maybe I'll go listen to Stan Freburg.
And clean my room. I need to do that too.