What a wonderful day! I spent the day shopping with my mommy. Oh, and I bought a giant plastic bin to put my turtle in. It’s big enough to let my little turtle swim and for the dock as well. PetsMart never has any turtle stuff in stock!

Work was good and- No, we don’t show adult films at the movie theater…..


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I'm so tired. Even the smallest tasks have proven to be too difficult. After 2 days of working on this history paper i have 2 pages of crap.

Leo or Lea?

I HAVE A TURTLE and I think I’m slowly killing it.
The poor thing hasn’t looked very happy the last couple of weeks. I did, however, take him (or her rather, we’ll get to that later though) out for a walk in the sunlight, which made the turtle happier. I think the water has too much chlorine in it causing irritation to the eyes. Porbrosita.
Now, to the sexing of the turtle. About a week after I got it I found white balls in the water, causing me to freak out (like a good mother should). I believe these balls were turtle eggies. So, my turtle is not a him, but instead a her. Who knocked up my turtle? We will not know….Rena’s turtles were implicated in this fornication, but I believe the pet store turtles are the culprits. Paternity tests pending, I’m left with bastard turtle eggs.

School is in session, and I’ve signed up for early world civilizations, invertebrate Zoology, educational Psychology, and great experiments in psychology. It should be a decent semester. Nothing too difficult, I hope -- Although, I’ve heard my history professor comes from Hades. At least he is enthusiastic about his work.
It’s funny though, I feel so out of place in my classes. I’m taking all these lower division classes comprised of mostly freshmen. I sense a huge chasm between their level and mine. Not that I want a hard semester, but I’m a little bored in class. In great experiments, we talked about how to do library searches, how to access blackboard, means, medians, and modes, and the history of psychology. I feel like I could have taught the class thus far. I’m playing with the idea of becoming an elementary school teacher. Can you imagine that? I wanted to do it was I was younger, in fact I had planned on being an education major at Stetson. My grandmother was a kindergarten teacher and I used to play with all her old stuff when I was a kid. I don’t know where I’m going now.

Work is wondiferous. We got to dress up for the new racing stripes movie last week and today we were slammed. I guess it was the rainy weather. I was the only one in the box office, so I had a line across the parking lot. At least none of the customers were rude today, I felt very efficient. However, I loath intercom thing even more. If you are in the box office you cannot hear the customers, but they can hear you. So, all you can do is try to read lips and then smile and nod at whatever else they say making yourself look like a complete idiot. For example, I had this one elderly gentleman say something that I could not understand, so I said yes and nodded. The guy turned to his friend and started laughing hysterically. From the bits and pieces of what they said, I apparently told the guy he was as good looking as Leonardo in the Aviator. Oi.

I am a total nerd. I bought the complete season one DVD set of La Femme Nikita. I’m sure most people have no idea what I am talking about. This show aired when I was in high school. It’s about this covert antiterrorist group called Section One. I guess it could be compared to Alias. I watched all 22 episodes within 2 days. Ah, I love it.

In the words of Sigmund Freud, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.