i stuck my foot in my mouth today. unfortunately it was in front of the professor i was "discussing". i don't think he heard me because i was talking low, AND he was making copies. the man is as deaf as can be. i'm praying it went in my favor. i was completely horrified when i realized he had been five feet from me the whole conversation.

i was also put in my place today. i deserved it. and i'm mature enough to admit that.

i'm not ready to like flyboy... gary... i want to like him because it would help the strain on mine and mom's relationship. but i'm just not there yet. it may sound selfish. i mean... i have known him for over a year. i don't trust easily though. i haven't been around him a ton [by neither of our faults]. everytime i think i'm ready to like him... i realize i'm not. it's going to take time. and patience [especially on my mom's part].

its funny how even in high school i thought 22 [or college in general] was such an adult thing. i saw people in college and thought "wow they are so grown up." and now that i'm here... i realize we aren't. i mean we are, but we aren't too. does that make since?

today was a little rough, and really long. hopefully the weekend won't be rough, but will seem REALLY long. i need daylight savings time to not kick my butt.

not a chance