i had a suicidal robin following me around at work today. that was umm... interesting. by suicidal, i of course mean that it would repeatedly fly away and then land itself in such a spot that it was situated RIGHT IN FRONT OF my mowing reels (<- the blades) and then it just kind of looked at me, as if to say "go ahead. i dare you to mow over me. do it!" so... after awhile i started to actually try to hit it... haha. no. i didn't really... but that definitely would've added a little excitement to my day of 3100-ing... which was otherwise uneventful.

i was doing a really good job of packing and then... not so much. i've got a closet and some books left to pack and they're just kind of sitting there... not getting packed. it's pretty cool.
i'm too exhausted. i want to quit my other job... or atleast take the summer off. i hope they'll let me do that.

i really want to talk to my mom! she's in stupid europe though so i can't talk to her... it's nothing important or anything. it's about a boy (see... not important at all). it got me wondering though... do boys ever feel like they need to talk to their mom's about girls? or do they talk to their dad's? i couldn't imagine talking to my dad SERIOUSLY about a boy. we joke... we don't talk.