I am currently talking to Nick Laboffe on IM and am laughing that his buddy icon is a picture of him. (And his im name is nicklaboffe...he sure lays everything out for everyone to take in, huh?)

Anyway, not a whole lot has happened lately. I got a D on my history exam, which I'm not too happy about. I've been working a lot. I've actually been missing Henry a lot and wishing he'd come in to visit me. I can't decide whether it's because he absolutely adores me and gives me a much-needed ego boost (I'm really not a shallow person...~sigh~) or if it's because I really like his company. Henry is a customer at the store I work at who...well, I honestly don't know what is wrong with him. He is manic depressive, I know, and has a bunch of just messed up mood and neurological disorders. But he's on a ton of medicine, so he seems at least somewhat normal to me. He's actually really intelligent about a lot of stuff. But something about him really intrigues me and makes me admire him so much. It's so odd because most people find him annoying and, as I perceive, think of him as lower than they are, I just...I don't know...he just makes me happy. Now, reader, do not be thinking, "I sense love here!" It's NOT like that. He's just so childlike. You know how children tell you EXACTLY what they think? He's like that. I've come to realize that the more "grown-up" people become, the less honest they can become. Maybe honest isn't the word...but children will run up to you and hug you and kiss you and say "I love you." How many adults do you know that do that? Henry will say to me, "I had to come in and see you because I haven't seen you in so long and was afraid you'd think I didn't care about you anymore." Or he'll say to me, "I was telling my family last night about how you..." I'm going to try to be like that. I'm going to try to start telling people how I feel about them, even if I have to risk looking like a fool. Maybe God put Henry in my life to help me evolve into a better person. = )

Something disturbing happened at work today, but I don't even want to go into it. I wish children could maintain their innocence at least past age 12. ~sigh~

But something nice happened at work a few days ago. A very attractive guy asked me if I have a boyfriend. I said "no." And that was about all that was said...'twas strange. He quite honestly wasn't "my" kind of attractive, but he was attractive according our society of *N'Sync and Backstreet Boys lovers. And those are the kinds of guys I always stereotype as liking skinny, beautiful girls...but maybe I shouldn't stereotype. God I wish I'd like myself more, a lot more.

Good night!

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