I am an Italian...Listen to my accent

I probably have the most amazing best friend ever. She called to check on me twice this week. It's been a slightly rough week.

The other night at work I started thinking about my high school psychology class. I have psychology on the mind because I have a test on Monday and an "extra credit" paper due on Monday. So there isn't room for much of anything else in there until after my test Monday. Anyway....My sophomore year of high school I took psychology, and we had a student teacher for a little while. His name was Jason Hoynackie (Spelling on that is defiantly wrong). We called him Hoynak. He was a real awkward fello. Very little hair on his head and lots and lots of hair on his arms. When he would walk to the projector he would have this little strut that we all liked to imitate so well. Miss Debbie had told him when he started that he could chose any lesson from the book that he wanted to cover as long as we hadn't already gone over it. He chose the chapter over stress. All of his examples were about his car radio being stolen out of his car, or going on vacation with his girl friend. The day of the test roles around, and Hoynak didn't show up to give the test. Come to find out, he found that teaching was too stressful and couldn't handle the pressure. Ironic? I think so.

I have a lot to accomplish in the next few days. I have a test to study for. A paper to write. A test to finish. A presentation to get ready. A tutorial to finish. A critic of my wicked awesome final project for the class with Given. Some subbing to do. Some smoothie making to do. And a birthday to celebrate.

Destiny is turning 7 on Sunday. It's so weird. The time has gone by so fast, and she is growing up so fast. 7 years. It's so weird. She asked me for a Fashion Barbie and Silly String for her birthday. So guess what she got. A fashion barbie and silly string. The kid has me wrapped around her finger.

I probably shouldn't have kids. I'm kind of a push over. 

Ps...Sleep and I are not getting along. Not good. I need sleep. I can not think clearly or speak coherently.

Tuesday night I spoke with an Italian accent for a couple of hours. And continue to do so. I'm just saying, I need some sleep.

Expectations, procrastinations, and awkward situations

I've felt alot of emotions over the past few months. Some excitement and a lot of exhaustion. Anger, sadness, pride.

Most days I either feel really worthless or really useful. Not a whole lot of middle ground.

Believe it or not my selfworth is pretty low.

I'm really hard on myself though. So I realize that the way I see things aren't always true. Thats cause Satan likes to try and trip me up. He is tricky like that.

Despite the fact that I am a huge procrastinator, I'm doing really well in my classes. I've had to work my butt off and work harder than I ever have before, but I am doing well. I know I have at least one reader who thinks Ivy Tech is a joke, but it is school and you still have to work to get good grades.

I was in Nashville last weekend for a 'Random Dissappearance'. While I was there, I met with some different people at Lipscomb. It went really well. I found out that I will be able to get more scholarships than I thought so I was pretty pumped about that. Plus I got to spend the weekend with CallieAnn and Nikki. Plus I got to spend time with JB and Liz, who might be two of the funniest people I know.

Sometimes I feel guilty for wanting more than this town. Sometimes that is my own doing and sometimes its the doing of the people around me. I get mixed comments on me attending Lipscomb. Some peopl are questionable about it because I've never finished anything I started, and it would be an expensive mistake. Some people just don't want me to leave. Some don't want me at Lipscomb. While others think its a great idea, and that I'm doing the right thing. Not only with going to Lipscomb, but with finishing at Ivy Tech. I'm taking the steps I need to be taking,  and I'm putting the time into it.

I just really want to be away from this place. Most days I feel alone. I don't really have any friends that around. I just don't fit here. I'm sure thats just Satan getting in my head again. But thats what I feel like most days. A miss fit.

Anyway.....bummer of a post. But there are good things happening right now. Things to look forward to. Goals to push towards. I just have to keep pushing.

Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.

Just Call Me Rain Man

So....I know dates. I'm freakishly good at remembering dates. God gave some people the gift of song or athletic ability, I have the gift of memory. I just do.

May 2, 2003 was a friday. Decemember 25, 1996 was a Wednesday. April 7, 2004 was a Wednesday. (Things like that.)

My parents having started calling me Rain Man.

Sunday we spent the day in Louisville with the Conns. And no I don't mean the kind of cons that like live in prision or something. It was a good day. We went to church at Okalona, which was...the usual. Then we headed to Aunt Missy's where we had to wait for Mamaw to get there so we could change out of our Church clothes. It's tradition. It was a good visit with family.

Monday I got an 'A' on my psychology test. Not only that but I got the highest grade in the class. So I was pretty pumped about that. I studied for like 3 days straight so I was real excited. I called my parents to tell them how smart their baby was. Haha.

It's been a good week. Wonderful weather, subbing, working, getting out of class early, and spend time with some awesome people.

Thank you, God, for this wonderful week I am having.