Two of the girls at work last night told me I was a strong woman. I don't think I'm strong. Here's what happened. All the girls at work know the story of Kimber breaking up with me and what the voice mail he sent me two days later said. Pretty much he told me that I needed to cheer up and that we could still be friends and hang out and stuff and that he could have "F****D me and chucked me and left me knocked up". Of course, though, had he ever tried to do that, it wouldn't have been willing on my part, and that, as we all know, is rape. Anyways, so the girls all know that story. And two of them keep asking to see if I've talked to him or if he's tried to talk to me. Of course, I really have nothing to say to him or anything like that, so I haven't tried to talk to him and I guess he has nothing to say to me because he hasn't said anything either. I'm perfectly okay with that. When the two girls yesterday asked me if I'd talked to him and I said that I hadn't, they told me they were proud of me and that I was a strong woman. Jessica told me that she doesn't know of any girl my age who would be strong enough to do that, and I really don't think she knows many women then because I know of a couple who are like that. Then Liese told me that I'm stronger than she is and that I just have to keep on being strong and that I shouldn't talk to him again--ever. I know she's right, but despite it all, I just want to see him one last time, talk to him...find out why he really broke things off. Okay, anyways enough of that. School's going again. Bleh. Boring. I don't really have any exciting classes. But whatever. Third tri will be fun because I get to take the American Sign Language class out at Bridgerland. Woot! Christmas is coming! YAY. Now that there's FINALLY (HA) a little snow on the ground (not that it covers the grass, but it's still snow) I feel like it's more like the Christmas season and I'm kind of excited.