I wear a rubber band around my wrist To remind me of things that I mean to forget

There's a poem in there somewhere.

I worked in floral yesterday, and developed a much greater appreciation for roses that are still perfect come valentines day, because most of ours are drooping. i saved some of the petals and leaves from the bad ones we threw away for a photo idea i had. the pics (i think it'll be a series) will be on my gallery as soon as i get the film developed. i need a digital camera, they're faster. I like working floral, especially when it's busy there, because i feel much more productive than when i'm running a register. also, even though i worked eight hours, it went by a lot faster in floral than it would on a register. plus, the floral department smells pretty and fresh. it's colorful too, with great big balloons. they've also got the softest (and most expensive) stuffed animals you'll ever see, which you can play with while you pretend to work under the pretense that you are fixing the display. Also decided that the people who believe valentines day is just a commercial holiday are right and in the extremely small majority.

I'm still crusading for upward bound. i emailed dan to make sure he thought petitions were a good idea. i need a better and shorter explanation of my petition though. suggestions and comments are welcome, as always.

you're just jealous because the Voices only talk to me.