I ordered my BioPsych textbook from amazon.com, and when it came in the mail it said that the sender was someone named Steph from Fremont. Weird huh?

I received some of my teaching materials for my summer job today in the mail. I now have a number of children's books sitting on my desk. I have Dr.Seuss's "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish," "Curious George Visits the Zoo," "There's a Nightmare in My Closet," and "Harold and the Purple Crayon." These books are amazing. Better than anything I'm reading right now in my classes. I feel so grownup.

I also found out that the mini-course I'm teaching is archery. Wtheck. I know nothing, absolutely nothing, about archery. I definitely didn't put it down as one of the mini courses I wanted to teach, but it should be fun. I guess I'll just make sure no one's poking anyone else's eye out. That might reflect badly on me. Oh and it wouldn't be good for the injured kid either.

The readings for my Romantic Poetry class are really not that interesting. Poetry is extremely hard to understand. It's a good thing the class itself is EXCELLENT. The professor is so enthusiastic and engaging. He makes the material interesting and accessible. I seriously love how much he gets into the reading. It's great.

This is a pretty boring entry. Sorry. I guess I'm just an uninteresting person. Why are you friends with me? J/k, don't leave. I need friends.

Speaking of friends I realized that I have certain friends who I haven't known for a very long time but who have become pretty good friends of mine. And for lack of something more profound to say, that makes me very happy.

This entry was seriously retarded. The previous paragraph officially sealed the lameness of it. Whenever I say anything remotely sweet or sappy I feel like I have to justify myself and defend myself. Kind of like I just did by calling myself lame. I dont know why I do that. What if I want to be sappy sometimes? I should just tell other people to deal with it. Actually I dont think anyone else cares. I think I care. I'm a tough cookie, not soft. Crunchy, not chewy. Roar. Yeah I really don't like people knowing I have feelings or gross stuff like that.

[]Deace out homefries