Life is going super duper lately. Dave is the most amazing person ever... he's sweet and kind and shy, and he's also a good mechanic, so that's good... considering my car wants to break down every other day. My mom absolutely adores him, which is great because she's never liked any of my boyfriends before, so WOOHOO! We're planning to go have our pictures done... professionally done... in the late spring/early summer.

Lost touch with a few friends but once the summer hits I should be hanging around. Religion class is killing me, really bad. It's my own fault though. I think the professor is a douche, and then I feel guilty about it because he's a retired Methodist minister. And then he says something douche-baggy and I don't feel guilty anymore. I'm a month late on my exorcism paper, so I'm sure that's going against me too. Literature isn't too terribly bad, well on the reading side. It's all these damn stupid extra things we have to go to, things that I don't have time for because I work.

*sigh* Work is going okay. Inventory is coming up so I'm getting about 35 hours a week until April 1st. Enrolled in direct deposit... we'll see how that turns out this Friday. This coming weekend I have to work Sunday for Penny. I absolutely hate Sundays, but, hey, I'll score a day off that I wouldn't have had otherwise. And I get to pick which day.

I finally got enough time on Saturday morning to go get my eyes checked out and such. I'm almost blind in one eye, lol, which makes my other eye work twice as hard. The optician told me that she didn't see how I was able to drive at night, that I was a driving hazard. Lol. Then I told her that at least I didn't drink and drive. The glasses I picked out are so awesome. I pick them up this coming Saturday so I'll be sure to post some pictures. And I need to get some pictures of Dave and I together too. Hmm, maybe I'll kill two birds with one stone.

Because cigarettes went up to almost $5 a pack, I have decided to quit again. I'm on full day #1. No major cravings, just chomping the hell out of some Orbit. I needed to quit anyway, and this time I'm not doing it for someone else... I'm doing it for myself. And plus I miss the money that I saved when I quit before. You'd be surprised how much you can save.

I think about PawPaw every day, but I'm not worried about him. I feel him around sometimes and Lucie stares at the couch, the other day she stared for a straight 15 minutes. Sometimes I can hear him say things, kind of like my conscience. "Mindy, you shouldn't do this..." or "Mindy, you should do this...", just imagining what he would say, and how he would say it. I find myself telling people all of the time about the funny things that PawPaw did or said. But I still can't cry. And who knows... maybe I wasn't meant to cry over him. Maybe it's just that I know where he went and what happened to him, and that he's okay.