You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

i am so glad i rescheduled math. my math teacher is riotous. i think i'll be okay in there. that really pleases me. ethics, however...that looks like a big drip. all ready i was hesitant, thinking about what may be discussed. abortion and gay marriage and trampling exhausted issues like that. i almost wish for that in light of what we'll be focusing on.

ENVIRONMENTAL ETHICS.

i am the least environmentally conscious person out there. not that i hate it and wish to seek revenge on it, not that i rape animals or start intentional forest fires. nothing of the sort.

i just don't care. and i cannot be made to care. i had environmental science last spring, and i wrote my final essay on how little i care. it's good that others care, i'm glad others care. but the big buddha didn't put me on this planet for that reason.

the teacher may have talked only briefly about how he thought he was a little amish girl in a past life, but that was all it took.

gah.

as soon as jimmy is over his whooping cough, i'm going to give him a body massage like he's never experienced. hot towels, oil, low lights and nudity. extreme. i am not too bad at administering massages, so i have been told.

ugh. ethics. i'm appalled with you.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
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