"And if you pull my card you pull the ace; And if you ask me turn up the bass; And if you play defender I could be your hyperspace;"

Welcome to the world of change. This past few months have brought with them so many changes and turns in life. Changes in family, job, friends,& school. Affecting the all important self. I feel like there is something new up ahead around the corner and things are making a 'little' more sense to me now. It's a good feeling of possibilities that lie ahead.

One thing that stays the same every year is the day of my birth which was yesterday. It was a good day. I'm going to include below something that my best friend wrote about me and to me for my birthday. She told me I had to read it out loud to her. I'm sure she knew I had to hold back the 'ugly cry' as I read. She seems to have this effect on me with things she writes. I used the tactic of using a funny voice to soften the stirrings of emotion welling up inside me. It was the best birthday gift. Everyone deserves a friendship like the one we have.

today is my best budbud's birthday. she finally gets to know what if feels like to be 31 when i've been feeling it for 3 months. i'm already working my way up to feeling the 32 and she's just embarking on the 31 feelings. friends are big-time blessings. i went through periods of friendlessness when i was younger, and i used to cry and cry and pray and beg and plead to Heavenly Father to send me some friends. if i could have seen ahead then, i would have been comforted. i never expected that he would answer me with such abundance. but that's what he does. like it says in matthew, he knows how to give good gifts. my friendship with her is one of the things that gives me roots. i love the way we can talk and talk and talk. we love to discuss communication and people and why they do the things they do, and what they should do, and ourselves and why we do the things we do, and what we should do, and we share a love in beauty products and aroma therapy (things she introduced to me) we love to scan the jewelry racks and displays and point out our faves and ponder them, and we share a love of purses and ethnic foods. we like a good cheesey indian love story. i love the way we can laugh and get our kicks out of the way we talk and the ways of talking that we make up. i love that i can count on her to see the good in me when i need her to, and to forgive the bad. she is a woman of compassion and wisdom. i admire her integrity and her strength. i admire her acts of thoughtfulness and kindness. she does her best when she has something to do whether it be a shell picture frame or a project at work. i like the way that she enjoys people and they way she laughs with a kind of wonder at the funny things people do and say. i like the way she is always trying to understand and become better she's a giver. that's my best friend.. it's her birthday today and i celebrate her.

"Goodnight moon; I should be talkin' to Neptune; He's the one who will teach me patience; For whoever rules the sea; Is now the ruler over me"

I really enjoy the computer class I am taking even though it's a night class. There's good energy there and my computer is beside the window which I like. Score on the fact that I have another
good teacher. There must be something in the water at

because so far I've had very enjoyable people as teachers and that's what gives a class an extra something special.

The only cause for trepidation is the 4 assignments and 4 exams in 6 weeks. Yes, that is for ONE (1) class. You do the math and then tell me how it will all be okay. For the next 6 weeks my mantra will be, "You only get out of it as much as you put into it."

I met this girl who's favorite band is Social Distortion. It's a punk band.

If you enjoy pop culture like I do check out this site, it's got some interesting articles in it.

I found "Breaking Up is Not BreakingAway: The Pseudo-Empowerment of Kelly Clarkson" rather scintillating.

"Stay on, soon you'll be divine; If you start to cry, look up to the sky; Something's coming up ahead; To turn your tears to dew instead"

Let's talk watermelon. We had half of one sitting in the fridge. I witnessed my mom take it out, and cut into the flesh with a knife and partake. I said to her, "That's not how you're supposed to eat that." She replied, "Yes it is." I said "No it isn't. You're supposed to cut it in pieces, not just scoop out the flesh and leave the rest in the fridge." She said, "Yes you can. Here, you can do it too." To this I said an indignant, "No way." She left the kitchen and I fell into deep thought about it for approximately 3 seconds. I then took the bowl containing the half watermelon, took a Simeon L. & George H. Rogers fruit spoon, sat down and began scooping and eating. The shell of the watermelon was transformed into a bowl before me. It felt kind of communal, tribal even. Sometimes one needs to step out of their melon to enjoy it's flavor.