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okay, so only one week left. well actually, its not even a full week, its just finals. im nervous about only one of them though (dev. psyc). my women's history is a take home final but i have a presentation to do on the actual final day (monday) and im totally not ready for it. she told us to be creative and bring some sort of fun prop or dress for the part but what the hell am i supposed to do...i did my paper on zora neale hurston and the harlem renaissance. if i could just find a stuffed donkey or something...then i could talk about what that symbolizes from her book their eyes were watching god. thats all i can come up with.
anyway, josh had his surgery yesterday (wednesday). he has a string coming out of his finger (its directly down through the nail and comes out the bottom of his finger.) he's doing good, he gets lonely but then when i get there he's in a way good mood. seriously, i haven't seen him as genuinely happy to see me like he did today in a long time. he kept saying, im glad you came over and he would say i love you first a lot. that doesnt seem like much but usually i say it and sometimes it just feels like he's saying it back just as a reply, whereas when he says it first it means he was actually thinking about it...makes sense to me. oh, and we were sitting outside after we watched a movie cuz its so nice out and he leaned his head on mine and said "this is nice." doesn't sound like much but it is, i normally don't hear stuff like that from him. i loved every minute of it. and guess what...i get to take care of him all day tomorrow, doesn't that sound way exciting. okay, sorry, anyway...
so i made a myspace account...ill probably never use it for a couple reasons...one: i don't understand how to work the damn thing, im slightly challenged in that department. two: people that i don't even talk to want to be "my friend." not that normally i would think that as a pretty cool thing that people i went to school with actually want to stay in touch but i dont think thats what it is. i think they just need someone else's life to read about...which i shouldn't think is odd because i used to do that if i happened to run acrossed people's profiles that i knew...but then when it happens to you, its kind of weird. so yeah, im over it now.
sooo...im gonna go. im tired. night!
anyway, josh had his surgery yesterday (wednesday). he has a string coming out of his finger (its directly down through the nail and comes out the bottom of his finger.) he's doing good, he gets lonely but then when i get there he's in a way good mood. seriously, i haven't seen him as genuinely happy to see me like he did today in a long time. he kept saying, im glad you came over and he would say i love you first a lot. that doesnt seem like much but usually i say it and sometimes it just feels like he's saying it back just as a reply, whereas when he says it first it means he was actually thinking about it...makes sense to me. oh, and we were sitting outside after we watched a movie cuz its so nice out and he leaned his head on mine and said "this is nice." doesn't sound like much but it is, i normally don't hear stuff like that from him. i loved every minute of it. and guess what...i get to take care of him all day tomorrow, doesn't that sound way exciting. okay, sorry, anyway...
so i made a myspace account...ill probably never use it for a couple reasons...one: i don't understand how to work the damn thing, im slightly challenged in that department. two: people that i don't even talk to want to be "my friend." not that normally i would think that as a pretty cool thing that people i went to school with actually want to stay in touch but i dont think thats what it is. i think they just need someone else's life to read about...which i shouldn't think is odd because i used to do that if i happened to run acrossed people's profiles that i knew...but then when it happens to you, its kind of weird. so yeah, im over it now.
sooo...im gonna go. im tired. night!