Last night was awful. I had been doing okay, studying for my health practical, writing my speech on George W. Bush for public speaking, and I even made cookies and watched Titanic. Then Neil called. It started off as a great conversation, talking about cooking for one and how much it sucks, and my classes and his internship and how we should both work in the same city next summer. But then we got to talking about my major. Basically Neil was just giving me the same shit my parents give me about not knowing what I'm going to do with it yet, although my parents wisely stopped trying to talk about it after a few times. It's not like I haven't thought about it before. Remember live for today? It stresses me out so much when I do think about it that I should just take it one day at a time. Look at me two years ago. There were so many things different about my career path. I just didn't want to talk about it because I'm worried too, but he didn't need to know that. I did my practical for health today. My partner Sarah had embedded a screwdriver in her right forearm. I'm just glad I didn't get the car accident! Lucky for her, though, I got to be a car accident victim. Josh and Cassandra brought me to their apartment tonight for ice cream. We had chocolate strawberry sundaes, which were amazing, and we played Phase 10. Me and Cassandra tied to win. I haven't spent time with them in awhile. Neil's for sure coming home this weekend, and we're planning to take Tony's son fishing. Tony works for Neil's parents; I met him last weekend after the church rummage sale.