I wish I was a little bit taller.

I got off at like 11 tonight. Then I ended up talking to Belinda for half an hour. Then I came here, to the UNA library, where I was going to work on the Sociology project I have due. I spent forever trying to figure out Web CT, then asked someone, who told me that they're doing back-ups now, so I can't get into it. Which means I can't do anything with my project, because all of the information is online. So I guess that's good.

Next Thursday is my last day at the day care. I'm glad, even though it makes me cry when I think about it to much. I've watched some of these kids grow a whole lot... some of the little ones weren't walking or talking when I started, and now they're doing both... amazing. Kids are so beautiful. There was a postsecret up last week that I mean to save but I didn't. It was a picture of an ultrasound, and it said "I hate every mother who doesn't love her children like I would love mine... if I could have them." Some of these parents... oy. They were pretty rotten tonight. I got kicked and bit and spit on and slapped across the face. Also got flipped off, but it was pretty much the funniest thing that happened all night... she shot the bird and then said "your crazy self can't drive!" I laughed really hard, which I guess I should have. Oh, well... it was funny. Wonder where she heard that? :-p

I went to Nashville last weekend with the Tomlinson's. It was pretty fun. The weekend before that I went to Birmingham with Jonathan, and we hung out with Lance and Thomas, which was great fun, of course. Lots of fun drinks. No cartwheels in the quad... this time...