I'm feeling overworked, and I had two days off this week! Oh well. Today was the last day of the first session - and I think that it went pretty well. I only had 4 classes though, when last year I usually had 6 or 7. It means less money but more sanity. Next week however, will mean less sanity and more money. I suppose it's a fair enough trade-off:) I'm really excited about tomorrow night - we're having this big swimteam reuinion thingy, with a bunch of old friends. I hope that everyone can come, I left a lot of messages on answering machines tonight and I'm slightly worried that things won't go well. So far I've only got about 6 definate yesses, and while that would be a fun bunch to hang with I was hoping for it to be big! Oh well, I worry far too much. Till tomorrow then!

I realize I haven't blogged in a while, and tonight was pretty interesting so I figured I could write about it. AJ and I went to dinner after work, and we had a really nice time just blabbering about old times and new. I filled her in on some Curtis pool gossip, and we reminisced about way back in the day before she moved away. I'm really glad she's working with me this summer, because it's a little weird without Rachel. I always had her to hang out with over the summer, and now that she's not here I often find myself at a loss for close female companionship. My girls from school are all at their respective homes (I miss you guys!) and my closest friend at the pool from last year is barely working there this summer - which blows tons. But back to tonight, so we were eating at Olive Garden, and Michelle called me. That was a little wierd, because the three of us used to be like the 3 musketeers or whatever, but chele's into too much drugs and crazy shit for me these days. Infact when she called she was driving drunk and high. And i wasn't about to ask her to come to Olive Garden like that, so I told her I was eating with Robbie. If she knew AJ and I were there she might've tried to join us. Oh well. Afterwards, we went to borders and browsed makeup books and other worthless pieces that someone had the audacity to call literature (i'm kidding). Then Billy called AJ, and wanted to hang out. So just as I was about to leave, he pulled up and we ended up talking for a little while longer. It was slightly awkward because I haven't seen or talked to him in so long, and he calls AJ like everyday (long distance too). But who knows, looks like we could all maybe hang out this summer more than once - I think it's interesting that I don't start hanging out with old friends until after I come back from college - definately not what I thought would happen. And it looks like we'll be having a kind of reunion next weekend, with all of my old Rays friends. So if you're one, you're invited just give me a call for details. At any rate, I have to work at 6 am tomorrow, so i'm going to bed:)

Well I haven't posted in a while - so life is going on, today became yesterday a little over an hour ago and next week will be here before I can blink. I always think how time is funny that way. Sometimes I'll pause while I'm doing something, and wonder what I'll be doing the next week. And as I think that, and think about all of the time that passes between now and then, I know that when "then" is here, it will feel like hardly any time has passed, as the day I sat wondering blends into the other days into that nebulous blob called "history" that gets less and less clear with each day it absorbs. I honestly can't imagine being over forty, simply because I don't want to know what it's like having 40 years of memories, when just 19 and 1/2 are hard for me to deal with. And right now, as I puzzle over the future, time doesn't stop for me. It keeps going, and the more time I spend blabbering about philisophical crap like this the quicker the next moment comes and the more time I lose by Thinking rather than Doing (not like I'd be doing anything other than sleeping at this hour, but you catch the drift). And I know that when I write next, this day will be another blur, another blip in the melodrama that is my life, another moment when I sat and wondered rather than got off my ass and did.... Sorry to be so out there, but I saw Fight Club for the first time tonight, and honestly a lot of what the movie had to say I can - not really relate to - but understand. And it made me wonder how many seconds of my life I wasted in moments like this, or if it was really a waste because sometimes thinking is that smartest thing to do.

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My car broke down on friday - again. It was pretty horrible this time. I was heading south on Rte. 1, and I hit a huge bump right where it goes over Rte. 3. The car just died, the engine shut off, the lights shut off, and i couldn't restart it, and unfortunately I was in the left lane. There were a ton of cars on the road, and I was heading up hill so I completely lost momentum, so I couldn't get over. I couldn't even put on my flashers or my blinker cause my lights wouldn't work. So there I am, flipping out and trying to call someone, stuck on the bridge in the left land worried about cars flying at me from behind and hitting me. I couldn't reach anybody either, no one answered at home or at Rob's house (where I was heading), it was getting dark (it was after 8:30) and I was stuck all by myself. So I got out to grab my flares, and some guy stopped to help me. It was hard to get the flares out at first cause cars were like 6 deep right on my bumper, trying to get over. I was totally freaked out. Finally a cop stopped by, and stopped traffic long enough for us to push the car over the the side. So we tried to figure out what had happened to my car, i finally got a hold of my dad, called AAA, and then the guy waited with me for my dad to show up, because he didn't want me to be there alone. And believe me when I say that I wasn't arguiing, I'm not stupid. So anyways my dad showed up a little after nine, and we checked out my car, turned out that my battery was so corroded (oops) one of the cables snapped off. So my dad played around with it for a while, found away to get the cord to stay attatched to the battery, and we got my car started. I cancelled the tow truck, and we drove home, with him following me just in case it slipped out again, which is exactly what happened when I went over some train tracks (as slowly as i could manage). The I had to pull over so that we could fix it again, and I finally made it home sometime later. Ugh. It reminded me a lot of the last time I broke down on Rte. 1, ironically I was heading south, but I was a few miles to the north, right at the 17 light. My car started to over heat, and smoke was pouring out of my hood. That time I was in the right lane, but there was no where to go (no shoulder) so I had to get into the left lane and then off into a parking lot. And I called my dad, told him what happened, and he came to check it out. Once again he told me try and drive it home after he put some water in to replace the antifreeze that leaked out. And of course that time I didn't make it home, and had to pull over again because once again there was smoke pouring out of my hood. And that time of course no one was following me home, and my car wasn't drivable so we ended up having to call AAA anyways. That was last summer, and instead of coming from work I was going to it. Go figure. Anyways, I'm actually working during the week now, in the evenings at any rate, and today I have to mail completion certificates to all of my Tsunami kids. Ugh. Wish me luck.