When we were in middle school, all the sixth graders had to take this class called Changes. It was basically a class on the changes that happen during adolescence (physically, emotionally, mentally). Actually, I don’t remember too much about what we were taught in the class. I just remember having to take it. I guess the idea was that this class would help 11- and 12-year-olds make the proper adjustments as their bodies, minds, and surroundings change.

Alinna and I have decided that there is an overwhelming need for something to that effect for post-undergraduate, quarter-life crisis, lost generation-ers. (not like we really know anything.) There is a need, however. How come no one ever told us that post-college life would be this weird warped place? It’s not like those who have gone before us didn’t experience it themselves! We need to pass on the wisdom of generations. Learning about financial responsibility and independence, new social environments, workplace behavior, identifying this overwhelming need to belong, and the social awkwardness (I won’t even try to fix that sentence.) Once we have our Ph.D.’s and become hip forty something professors, we’ll write a book called Changes: Round Two. And we’ll teach a de-Cal class. That would be awesome.

On an unrelated note, I really would like to get Mandy’s new CD, Coverage. Hmm, I think I will go pick it up tonight. I’ve heard very good things about it.

God has truly been my Sustainer, my Fortress, and my Rock. Things at work were pretty bad for a couple days. And it was really hard to do the right thing. But, I knew I had to do it. And it sucked, but I was kept safe, I was strengthened. My faith is so small; I become this timid little thing in the face of the big storm. But Jesus is the Big one.

I need a t-shirt that says, "Does not play well with others."

That is how I feel today. bleh! caca! poo!

One more thing. After Olivia said the things below, she then said, "I'm glad I'm not talking to Karen; she would blog this."

There is so much love.

From Olivia's own mouth: "I am developmentally delayed." "I am an endangered species. I should have my own National Geographic."

Blogged.

Many random thoughts…

I need to call O back. I am a bad friend. I have been anti-social for the past 2 weeks. When did I become like this?! (or have I always been like this?) Ever since my mom got sick, I’ve been bouncing back and forth between being a hermit and not. I’m in one of those in between periods, where I see that I have become a hermit, and I am trying oh so hard to pull myself up by my bootstraps and snap out of it. This is unhealthy. Seri, will you explain it to me? I need therapy.

I got really depressed this weekend about how I don’t have friends around. Other than Jason, I would only really hang out with Sam. And we don’t even hang out..umm..ever? But, I find myself close to envious - ok, call it what it is – envious of folks when I hear them just randomly getting together, hanging out. “Hey, what are you doing? Can I come over?” I miss my girls, dearly. I’m sad that there aren’t folks nearby for me to have lunch with during the workday. nd then, when I’m at home, I don’t get to see Kar or Al or Bops that much because I need to be with my mom.

I can’t explain it. Just a little discontentment and apathy all mixed together. No whining. Just sad. I should call O back.

In other news, I went to look for a skinny scarf for Al at Stanford. No luck. I did see this MONSTROUS dog outside of BR, though. It was the size of a small bear. No kidding. It was HUGE! Made my day..well, that and Jason’s generosity and thoughtfulness.

Ok, I will try calling O on the way home this evening!