tuesday. there isn't anything new since i wrote last week. we are going to la this weekend to see the willises. we are both looking forward to it, however f is stressing about school quite a bit and isn't too happy with me that i am making her go.
she is done with 2 of her 5 classes now so i figure she should be ok taking two days off when she still has a full week after to study for her three finals. she'll do fine even if she doesn't study! :)
hmmm......we got our hair cut last friday! yay for short hair! it's hotter than hell here. who ever thought that it would be 90 in san fran? where's my fog and rain? that's what i paid for and i don't seem to be getting it. i wore shorts today it was so hot! i never wear shorts...esp. not to work, but today i did.
i feel like a loser cause i have nothing to say. i always like to have something notable. i was just reading nat's journal and she was talking about debt. she said that she wakes up at night and panics about her debt. i sometimes do the same thing and it's kind of scary. i worry less about debt than becoming really in debt. i know that right now i can cover my lifestyle, but its hard because i don't know about the future. i would like to be well off and very comfortable, but i don't know if i will ever get there. I work hard and i want to go to grad school and then keep working hard to make money, but i just get afraid that i will never live up to my own and other peoples expectations. I set my sights really high, and to think that i might not ever get there does not make me happy! *sigh* but, what can i do about it other than keep trying?
anyway...a more exciting topic! my rabbit. he is so cute...he is hot too, he lies around all day on the tile floor to keep cool. sometimes i wish i could be a rabbit. for example, right now, i would love to be at home lying on the cool floor dreaming about my next salad and carrots, parsley, and grapes (oh my!) wouldn't that be a lovely life....i wouldn't want to be a wild rabbit, just a house rabbit where i am spoiled rotten! where i have my own shelves on book shelves just for me to lie in and be allowed to get on the bed whenever i want and dig in my digging box and shred all the recycling that i wanted and have somebody clean up my poops for me...even if i drop them outside of my potty....now, that would be the life!
on that note i should get back to work...
