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A Productive Couple of Weeks

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

As I sit here listening to music, cleaning out my mail box and some of my numerous social lists, I find myself thinking back on my week. This past week was probably the most productive and positive I have had in some time. The week prior I saw a few people but did not end feeling like I really accomplished much. I mean I was the first person to get a perfect score on their MS Word evaluation. It just wasn’t a big deal because I don’t feel that it was an honest assessment of what I could do because there was no creation involved.

This past week, I was in testing much of the week. The two that I am particularly concerned with are the MS Word/Excel and Powerpoint tests. I am a bit rusty since I haven’t done any completely native work in the last 2 or so years in MS Office. Turns out I am not that rusty at all. I was told at 1st glance, my tests were about 7, 7+ out of 8, respectively.

Recently, I have a been getting to spend a bit more time with Minimee. I realize he has been reaching out to me, but because I have been down I have been kinda hiding. I just realize that although he might be a stoic like me sometimes, he needs me as much as I need him. We tend to buffer each other’s concerns. So I have made it a point to have lunch with him everyday after school, so we can talk, get some of the stuff that is bother us out. I like to keep him informed of what’s going on with me. I don’t want him thinking I have given up on him.

Repost: Mother’s day – Sunday, 10 May 1998

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

I used to write so much. At some point I kept a little leather bound journal and a separate “dream” diary. This happens to be from my “Big Black Book.” That is where I started writing my feelings and the details of my life — Not for anyone to read, but to get it out — So many times I felt as though I was going to burst and I have never had anyone to tell these things, that is until I started blogging.

Seems my feelings got worse. I am typing from my written copy then I’m going back and making these comments. It turns out since I am only reading as I type, my memory is being jogged. I am remembering the times she cheated on me and wondering why I dealt with it for so long. I guess in the beginning it didn’t matter and as time went on it just wasn’t worth it.

She always says I can only bring up one person, but she admitted others to me after trying to hide it. The fact is, I have never cheated on anyone and never will.

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