Lord, I was born a ramblin' [wo]man.

I'm at school right now. I always get here, like, 45 minutes before I need to be since Taylor is so kind as to drop me off on her way to school. It's kinda boring. I should've planned more to get things done in the morning. Oh well. Tomorrow is the last day I'll be here this early. I hope.

Anyway. Only today and tomorrow left for school. I told my Homework Club [after school program] kiddos that tomorrow might be filled with fun activities and candy if they're good. Yesterday was terrible, so it might just be a day with a special treat at the end. Some of these kids come in here with no homework and just wanna hang out. So frustrating. Maybe if they did so quietly, but they don't. And I don't get paid to babysit, so no thanks.

John and I went out to dinner last night. I was frustrated when I first saw him, because he told me about his day and he got nothing done, really. I had asked him to do a few things, and he completely forgot. It's not that big a deal, but it frustrates me since I'm at work all day and he's just chilling at home. Like, srsly. And it ended with me being frustrated, too. He brought up Tony, which wasn't the problem, but it just steamrolled into other trivial shit that we started bickering about. So instead of having some wine and whatnot when we got home, we pretty much just went to bed. Hopefully today will go better.

I'm planning on writing thank you notes to all the teachers I work with here and including candy canes. John and I went a little candy cane happy last night at Target. So we have boxes for ourselves, plus boxes for school, but there will most definitely be leftovers. So. Many. Candy. Canes.

I was excited to hang out with my friend Jonathan on Wednesday, but he has to work or something now. Things have been really awkward between us. Probably because of John but I think something else must be bothering him. I can only guess as to what that is. But I do have a pretty good guess.

I had a strange dream last night that I was at home, trying to bike to someone's house. I can't remember whose. It might've been Sophal. It was odd, and filled with people from middle school [like Sophal] and high school [like Jordan] and AmeriCorps [like Jade and Molina]. I'm not even sure what the purpose of the dream was, but I do remember there being butter pecan soy dream involved somehow.

I'm going to bake cookies today. Baking cookies, writing thank you notes and probably drinking wine. I feel like I should be an old lady with lots of cats, not a 23-year-old living with her boyfriend. Oh well. Life is relatively good. So I'll take it.

-Laura