I don't write enough. I really really don't. I was doin' good there for a while, posting whenever I could, and writing in my journal several times a day. But here I am, and Febuary's almost gone.

I went to visit my dad in Reston this weekend. I've got an amazing suprise for Christa, that I'm hoping with all my heart will pan out. My dad said he'll buy me a car when I get my license, and hopefully I'll get an old clunker that I can name and cover with stickers and take a thousand road trips in. Also, my dad has a law firm called Giles and Woodward if there are any Indian tribes reading this. They're darn good.

I think I've broken my finger. I really do. Hrm hrm hrm. It's hurting more now than when it first happend, and I'm starting to think that's a bad thing. But my mom and Stan are off on another one of their sporadic trips to wherever, so I can't get it X-rayed till at least tomorrow. Keep in mind, this happened a week ago today.

I've got a more or less steady babysitting job....for Ali's friend and her sister, for next Thursday and the next couple of Mondays. At least I won't be broke any more. I asked for about 4$ an hour, which seems fair, the kids are 6 and 9, and I don't think I'll have to make dinner for them. So that's about twelve bucks per job. Oh yeah, I'm riding high now! But anywho, at least I'll be able to start saving for the many many things I want. I'm probably going to need another job; does anyone have any suggestions?