Wow, I haven't touched my computer in over a week! That's the longest time it's sat untouched in over a year! I've just been working lots and lots. I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but the job I used to loathe really isn't that bad. I just went in with an optimistic and friendly attitude and it turned out to be okay. I like it so much that I volunteered to work extra hours last week! Ok, so that's a lie, I don't like it that much. However, I did work extra hours, but only because I could use the money. It's still pretty boring, but more than tolerable. Except the other day when I got kissed on the cheek by some 80 year old guy, that wasn't much fun. Neither was the day I got nasty raw chicken juice spilled all over my hand and sprayed it with generic window cleaner just to take the smell and feel of it off. But hey, that keeps it interesting, right? And who knew that they make low sodium Spam? I think that's hilarious. Why bother to make Spam healthier? Isn't Spam supposed to be unhealthy? I always thought that was part of it's innate nature, to be the epitome of all nasty, slimy, cheap, unhealthy canned meats. Why bother to try to make it something it isn't? The philosophy of Spam, an under-discussed topic in my opinion.

I'm all in summer mode now and really don't feel ready to go back to school at all. Of course I miss some people, but I've finally adjusted to being home now. That might change this week when I have the house to myself all day since I'm only working evenings. Hmmmm, more time for personal endeavors, like scrapbooks! I'm such a picture freak and I save everything that may possibly serve as a memoir in some way, plus I've got a pile of empty scrapbooks that need filling. I need a new CD, I'm tired of all my old ones. Something to listen to while I make scrapbooks. Hmmm....what to do? Well, this whole paragraph just turned out to be me thinking aloud. Moving on...

I had a splendidly marvelous dream last night. :) I have really bizzarre dreams almost every night and wonder what in the world makes me dream them. Like, the night before last I was on a cruise ship being chased around by a gigantic, hungry, angry, man-eating lion. I was terrified and almost got mauled twice, but safely hid behind a table and a guy on crutches. I finally escaped when everyone on the boat, including the lion, ended up at my old elementary school, where, being on land, I could safely run away undetected. Last night's dream was not weird at all and made perfect sense. In fact, it's exactly what I wish would happen. Like the Cinderella song "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes". My heart must have really been wishing last night! Anyway, it still makes me so happy just to think about, and I hope I never forget it! Haha, but it's a secret I'm not telling anyone what it was! ;)

One thing about working at the local grocery store is that everyone recognizes you or knows your mom, dad, or grandma. Then you get doted on like crazy (mostly by the little old ladies), oh you've grown up so much! you've gotten so pretty! you're already in college! Multiple times a day I get the same questions, How do you like college? Where did you go again? What's that? Where is that? What are you majoring in? What are you going to do after college? It's great, Denison University, Denison University I know no one else around here has heard of it either it's pretty small, Ohio, English history or maybe both, I have no idea. I don't really mind answering (well, except maybe the people I don't recognize who know my relatives and seem to know my life history. That kind of freaks me out a little). I don't intend to sound mean or unfriendly, and who doesn't like to be doted on occasionally? I just have an answer for all their questions already on speed dial in my brain, like a machine with programmed responses.

I guess I've written enough to make up for my week absence. I'll have to think of more stuff and take the time to write more often, if only for the sole purpose of coming back to read it months or even years later just to see what I was thinking at the time.