Ha ha ha ha.  Keeping this journal up to date!  Ha!!  Oh my.  Not that too much exciting has been going on in my life, although I can ramble on about pretty much ANYTHING, as is evident from my entry on bread falling off the top of a truck.

My best friend Laura graduates from Heidelberg College this Sunday!!  Congrats my dear!!  I'm so happy for ya, and I wish you many fun students in your anticipated long and wonderful teaching career.

Hmmm ... ah yes, the troublesome job search that seems to be afflicting everyone.  Laura, my good friend Alaina, my cowboy, and myself are all seeking summer/longer term/different employment.  I don't like the job market.  Interviews make me fidgety and too talkative.  My resume is not too terribly awesome.  Waiting for the call for a job offer entitles me to the patience of a 2-year-old, and makes me cranky   Why can't I just make good money at Bob Evans'?  Oh, that's right, because I also have the attention span of a 2-year-old.  I'm the epitome of the absent-minded, harried waitress.  This has turned out to be somewhat of a handicap when people are relying on you to listen to what they order, charge them correctly, bring them their food promptly (promptness has never been one of my strong suits), and remember that they are THERE.  But on a happier note, my tickets were audited and I'm only $1.20 under!  Yay me!  I won't get fired after all.   Sorry folks.

This past weekend was a happier note too.  John and I went to Sandusky for his mom's birthday dinner (may I just say, yum squared ).  His sister Abby made possibly the most delicious cake I've had, chocolate or otherwise (this one happened to be homemade chocolate with chocolate frosting ... dying, dying, heaven!)  Being with his family is so good, especially since I really miss the family togetherness I don't feel like my family has anymore.  It was so random ... we (John, his mom, Abby, and I) happened to be in his mom's room, and we were looking at some of her jewelry... I got the weirdest sense of deja vu!  I was completely taken back to when my mom used to get out her jewelry from when she was younger and show it to my sister and me.  I just never thought I'd experience that with someone else's mom I guess.  It was so cool!

Saturday night we celebrated my sister's eighteenth birthday!!  Wow!  That was really fun too ... it was the first time in months my mom, my dad, and my sister and I have all been at the same confined location (voluntarily )  I was so happy John could be there, it really made the evening so nice (especially for me).  I think I live for the weekends, which is basically the only time I get to see him  ... I dread Sundays.  I wonder if girls are just naturally worse than guys at separation?  Maybe guys are just engineered to be more independent.   I mean, I believe he misses me, as I miss him ... but sometimes I feel like he can kind of take things in stride whereas I get all bent out of shape, as much as I try not to.  If either of us has weekend plans that take up the evenings, it kinda subdues my looking forward to the weekend.  I know we'll reconnect and all, I guess I'm just protective of the times I do get to see him.  Note: the preceding is translated from the girlfriend-speak version: "Whine, whine, I never get to see my boyfriend, whine, whine, and I miss him  Poor, poor me, whine (for good measure)"

Okay, shutting up now ... looking for a cowboy in my dreams

I guess I should try to keep this journal somewhat up-to-date.  What a concept, me being caught up on something!   I am so unmotivated this quarter.  I feel that I'm studying, but apparently it's not quality concentration and focus ... at least based on the pharmacology midterm I took last Friday.  I haven't been that perplexed by an exam in awhile, which is not positive sign.  There's no excuse, that class should be an easy A ... bah

This past weekend was nice.  I finally, finally got to spend some time with my sexy guy .  There are moments when I just step back and look at him, and I can't believe "I'm with him" so to speak ...  girly sigh.   He's applying for a position at NetJets (ooh la la) so he can be my sugar daddy  .  I guess to me there's no question that's he's not only qualified but just overall would be an asset to the company... and although I'm not exactly objective I'm a pretty good judge of character.  I am!!   I just think he has such an impressive work ethic ... he thinks nothing of working 60 hours a week if need be.  This fatigues me to even think about, I'm a lazy bum.   Working just 40 hours per week, daytime hours mind you, this past summer kinda consumed me!  I felt I had no life besides working, except maybe a little on weekends.  Ah well.  I'm excited for this opportunity for him, and I will be praying for the best outcome.  It's sometimes hard for me not to be selfish and just want him to have lots of free time, or freedom to come and go as he pleases (i.e., freedom so we can spend oodles of time together ) ... but I truly do want what's best for him, whether that means to kind of get established here with a good job or to kind of explore other places and "start afresh."  I guess I just don't wish for either of us to end up "consumed" by our work (highly unlikely for me, but for motivated people like him, perhaps).

That's about it ... I'm pretty boring.  I'm actually looking forward to Thursday when I get to observe again at the OSU Autism Clinic ... some very sad things, but I learn a great deal.  Plus the prof is very cool (i.e., he takes the time to debrief us during the clinic so we actually know what's going on, yay!), and unlike most of the professors I've had, doesn't wear the same pair of pants for an entire quarter!  No pun intended with the debriefing and pants in the same sentence, by the way.  And I have my last training day at Bob's tomorrow... wish me luck with this waitressing stuff, I kinda suck at it ...  

California dreamin' ...  

A nice Friday overall.  Nothing too disastrous, not when you consider it's ME at least.  I went to pharmacology lecture this morning (a good thing) without a single stinkin' writing utensil ... not even one of those itty-bitty pencils like discipline-problem boys used to use in third grade just to annoy the teacher.  I guess I should have been bold/smart and asked someone near me to borrow one (what a concept!), but by the time I realized I didn't have a pen or a pencil at all, he had already started lecture ...  and I really don't know anyone in the class ...  Ah well.  Like I said, nothing too disastrous.  And a piece of good news: we don't have to practice rescue breathing on our conscious, healthy partners in First Aid lab.  Despite all I hear about the -- ahem -- sensation of girl-on-girl lip-locking, I shockingly have no desire to imitate Britney Spears.  In that capacity.  Just to clarify.

Yeah, this Friday deserves a "nice" but nothing more.  I went to class, ate some brunch-ish food, piddled around (as my dad would say), went for a little run, studied a little, moved my car from out in the boonies nearer to the dorm, ate dinner, and missed my sexy cowboy overall.   *Sigh*  Man, I don't like weekends like this!  

BUT I do love that my best friend Laura is home on Spring Break now, so we can do fun girly silly things.  Like see movies with cowboys (in them that is), or with Brad Pitt.  Hey, John has his Brooke, I have my Brad, what can I say?  Or so I like to think.  In possibly the only way I've grown up since I was about 16, I find it really uninteresting to attempt to drool over Hollywood guys/ "hot" guys.  I figure, I actually got the best, who needs the rest?   Guys seemingly do not feel the same lack of drool toward hot, non-"everyday" girls ... hence the prevalence of FHM, Stuff, Playboy ... two of these three I've just learned about in the past year or so.  Ick.  However, I must say that watching VH1's "100 Hottest Hotties" while I'm doing crunches is a real motivator ... I'll never be Britney, but I can at least pretend while I'm doing crunches.     

Enough feminist babble.  I just think sometimes the everyday girl look could be more appreciated.   I guess every guy needs his fantasy too, though? Hopefully I can get some sleep tonight ... gotta get up at 5:30 tomorrow.  Maybe I will dream about my cowboy ...

Not too much goin' on today.  Absolutely gorgeous weather-wise though -- finally!  Something about such a pretty, sunny day makes everything seem more hopeful.

Tomorrow, Lord willing (and believe me, only by divine intervention will the food actually GET to the tables intact) I start as a trainee server, or "salesperson" as Bob Evans terms it.  I will be learning how to give my B.E.S.T. (Bob Evans Special Touch) to every aspect of the customer's experience.  So you will all have to come in and make sure I'm really "touching" my customers.   Maybe after this experience I will be qualified for Kahoots, my dream job ... seriously, once I get some time in down on the farm, I might even be able to give ya a free slice of Oreo pie for your trouble.  As an aside -- if you ever want to learn how to do your makeup, apply at Bob Evans, the detail of their cosmetic guidelines rivals Clinique's.

I thought today was going to be really busy ... it kind of was, but I guess I feel good about the busyness level.  I still miss my sexy cowboy , and probably will feel that way for quite a while, but keeping my schedule kind of full is helping some.  That seems so counterintuitive ... I guess I've finally learned though, that keeping my schedule free doesn't make his any less busy unfortunately.  It just drives me batty to sit around all weepy or stewing about how much I wish I were with him when he has little free time at this point, so my best recourse is probably to a) develop less neurotic tendencies (highly unlikely) or b) develop some independence for goodness' sake .  I make no promises , but maybe I've finally come to terms with the fact that he's got a lot more going on now than before, and he just has less available time now.  I guess to be honest, I just want us to be together more instead of less, but it seems so difficult to achieve.  The hardest part is that my anxieties were that this might happen, and I didn't know what the result would be.  I still have no guarantees exactly, except my own feelings that he's willing to be patient too, hopefully.  He's such a blessing to me -- he's the guy who without a doubt holds my heart  .  He has such a strong work ethic, I don't know how he works the hours he does, plus classes and flying  ... I guess I just chalk it up to the things that amaze me about him.

So much for nothing going on today!  Time to shut up.  Truly, it wasn't an eventful day, but I do a lot of thinking every day regardless of how much action I end up taking.  And I sound like a lovelorn, whiny GI-IRL to boot!  Bah.  *Sigh*  G'night ...

Randomness ... I saw the funniest thing today ... funny mainly because I thought my mom would be the only person I would ever see do something like this (only she did it with a purse and beverage containers on top of her car most often, fortunately never me in my baby carseat, contrary to popular legend):
As I was walking back from parking my car at around noon, I saw the Nickel's Bakery truck leaving the parking lot behind the Neil Building (my dorm).  This was not funny per se -- until I noticed that there was something on top of the truck ... the drivers/delivery persons had left a whole tray of loaves of bread on top of the truck!  Unfortunately, the truck was already turning out of the parking lot onto 9th Ave by the time I realized this, and as the driver accelerated to the intersection, the tray clattered onto the pavement, leaving like 8 loaves of perfectly good bread in the middle of the street.  Bread that would certainly be good with PEANUT BUTTER ... mmmm, lunch. :)  (I had to make this entry APPLICABLE, c'mon)

I miss my sexy cowboy ... but I'm getting better at diverting my mind overall.  Yay progress.  Baby steps, baby steps.