I've decided that I talk too much when I'm around my friend Michele and that I do this because she reminds me of my friend Jessica. Jessica was always the more quiet of the two of us and I would always dominate the conversation--I found this happening even recently when I visited her in Seattle. Typically I'm the more quiet person and let the other talk more, but I think that I'm so starved for a female friend that when I'm around one, it just all spills out and I can't shut up. I don't like this because then I feel insensitive and I don't want to look like I don't care about what's happening in their life because I really do. So, next time I'm around Michele or Jessica my goal is to let them do them the talking and guide the conversation while I ask the questions and listen.
Classes begin in one week. I'm anxious and excited to get started, but at the same time bummed that I don't have at least a little more time to chill out before it's back to the grind. At times I kind of like the grind--the being busy makes me feel productive and like I'm contributing something and "not stagnant," which was a great phrase that Michele used tonight at dinner. The anticipation of meeting my cohort group is building as I'm now friends with a lot of them on facebook. I feel like I know them and that they know me a little bit, though I've never met them. I'm kind of bad when getting to know people, especially if I feel like everyone else already knows one another. I sort of feel this way about this group. It'll be okay though because I'll put on my outgoing face when class starts.
I am housesitting for the Turner's again this weekend. I should've probably said no so that I have a little extra time to be at home without a million things going on, but I need the money and they pay well. It's not hard "work" at all and it's close to work.
Tomorrow night is the last date night. I'm kind of sad about it because it's become kind of a ritual on Wednesdays. I guess we'll have to have a different ritual... maybe on Thursdays instead.
Classes begin in one week. I'm anxious and excited to get started, but at the same time bummed that I don't have at least a little more time to chill out before it's back to the grind. At times I kind of like the grind--the being busy makes me feel productive and like I'm contributing something and "not stagnant," which was a great phrase that Michele used tonight at dinner. The anticipation of meeting my cohort group is building as I'm now friends with a lot of them on facebook. I feel like I know them and that they know me a little bit, though I've never met them. I'm kind of bad when getting to know people, especially if I feel like everyone else already knows one another. I sort of feel this way about this group. It'll be okay though because I'll put on my outgoing face when class starts.
I am housesitting for the Turner's again this weekend. I should've probably said no so that I have a little extra time to be at home without a million things going on, but I need the money and they pay well. It's not hard "work" at all and it's close to work.
Tomorrow night is the last date night. I'm kind of sad about it because it's become kind of a ritual on Wednesdays. I guess we'll have to have a different ritual... maybe on Thursdays instead.
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