ha ha ha. just watched a movie called emma. i am sooo not a modern girl. goodness. cornball.

roxy called last night -- we haven't gotten to talk since she left. she's living happily amongst the redwoods and has only one camping session left before she comes home. and this is soon, i hope. i'm so glad for that girl. how i hope she really is happy. thinking of fruit salads will forever make me sad. unless good comes of it.

oh goodness. today i love my job. it is so shallow. so nice to do nothing all day but help little old ladies to pick their window decor. simple simple. yeh there are days when i want to say, 'why are you spending so much of your time and money on deciding the color of your stupid bedroom pillows.??' but it is understandable. yes. understandable with a sigh. .atleast i don't work in a gunshow booth. or at claires or something. ha. crazy lot there.

i am afraid i oppress brently. it seems i should be more quiet and sweet,, less opinionated, around him. why am i always so pessimistic. analyticalpessimistic. nothing deep or textured about it. nothing intellectual or amiable there. just makes people feel bad. i should not doubt those i love. especially. eSPECially when they do not doubt me. "to despair is to turn your back on god." , lucy maud montgomery.