I wouldn't consider my self a klepto by any means, but there are a few things I just can't keep my hands off of. A sheet of a notepad with a clever saying on it. Sharpie markers. Tootsie rolls. Those sort of irresistible things that coworkers leave around their desks. Actually, I'd have to say that I participated in an unusually small amount of thievery compared to my friends when I was growing up. I never had enough nerve for things like stealing. I blush and get nauseated under stress. It�s the whole bad girl/good girl complex.
I had a test today in Linux class. Advanced shell scripting and such. It's very difficult stuff�doing it daunts me and makes me feel uber smart at the same time. I am afraid of it but I know I can do it. I got 15 or 16 out of 21 questions correct, which isn't genious material...but considering I didn't really study it's not that bad.
My professor in that class is an older man with a big bushy grey beard and a New England accent. I can't quite figure him out�and he treats me like I am made of porcelain. Almost like he's afraid of me, or afraid to do anything inappropriate at least. He's used to being surrounded by boys in his classes. I feel like the token black character in an NBC sitcom sometimes.
I've got the best feeling in the world about a certain someone today. I am feeling optimistic and exhausted at the same time. Wonderful though. All toe-curling-butterfly-tummy-head-spinning stuff. It's like getting a new pair of knickers, pink with ruffles on the ass. Yeah, it's that good.
I don't know if this is a terribly inappropriate place to do this, but I can't think of a better passive-aggressive spot. I would like to request a certain someone who's name begins with A and ends with dam to stop reading my journal from now on. I'm sorry if I'm being petty, but come on. Let's do this thing the right way. No snooping, no peeking, no more. Deal? You can't have your cake and eat it too�assuming it was cake you wanted all along.
End. Journal. Goodnight.
