There is a really annoying toddler screeching and howling and its echoing all throughout the store. I hope I don't have a screaming child. Classes have once again commenced. I think I'm excited. Undecided thus far. I've met some nice people. I remember most of their names. But what use is it remembering names if the only time you interact with them is in class? A girl, who can't have been more than a sophomore, in my disability/rehab class was flashing her engagement ring before our eyes today. It seems to me, these days, engagements have become about how much money a future husband can spend. Its become a contest, "see how much my boyfriend loves me." The true meaning of an engagement has been lost. The love. Its now about how big the diamond on your finger is. Its about how frilly and long the dress is. Its about how tall the cake is. I hope my wedding, whenever the day comes, will be about my husband and I and the rest of our lives. Not about the performance and what everyone sees. Uh oh, Bill has taken to hanging out at Hastings now that Citrus has closed. He is a nice man, most of the time, but its just so awkward talking to an old man, with whom I have nothing in common. Except perhaps the fact that we hang out at coffee shops by ourselves.... One day I'd like to have lots of friends to frolic about with. But sometimes, I crave this alone time.