Sunday I got stung by a bee at a baseball game, right on my hand.
Monday I learned to believe in Shamu. With Shamu, all things are possible.
Tuesday I made yummy kabobs with
cenisaley and watched the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, for the first time as an American citizen.
Today I got a job. Woot! Monday will be the first day of the rest of my life.
This just in: Tonight I heard the Cingular girl say, "Texting isn't just for kids anymore" when I was on hold.