I’ve never known a time on DD when Da Duck wasn’t top ten material. I demand a recount!

Well, this one is probably the least serious of all of them that have passed through Dear Diary recently, I got this from Fury22’s entry of earlier today ( Fury22 ), who in turn stumbled across it in Hidingbehindmyself’s Diary. We really should do a whisper down the lane thing here, where everybody keeps track…

The Professor has gotten full time employment for the fall semester. There’s no guarantee that the college won’t bump him back to part time come the Spring semester, but the fact that they asked him for this semester was a great (and needed) ego boost to him. Things have been tight for him financially, and…

Yesterday’s entry regarding vet school was a “wonderful story”? I tend to think of it as pretty pathetic. I sold out for something I didn’t really want to do because of pressure, pride and miscalculation. So what if my Ex insisted he knew me better than I knew myself? Why the hell did I capitulate…

Yup, Frannie. I returned to school at 36. I wanted to be a veterinarian when I originally went to undergraduate school, but fouled up big time. I ended up changing majors from bio to psych, thereby making me effectively unemployable upon graduation. After all, what does a psych major do if they don’t go on…

Thanks to MoonriddenGirl for providing the link to Animal Totem Quiz. Unlike last week’s religion quiz, I am not prone to take this one seriously, but it was still fun to do. Your totem animal is the EAGLE. You may find that these regal birds appear in your dreams. If they haven’t yet, look out…

No, this is not the existentialist, navel-gazing “why am I on planet Earth” question that you are supposed to contemplate on while repeating “Oooom, Oooom, Oooom” and listening to Yanni on your headphones. This is a slightly less existentialist, navel-gazing question of why am I keeping an open diary on Dear Diary. Background: I was…

The Ex appeared at my apartment last night as the very soul of puncuality. Sure enough, he had a a fairly large bag of mail addressed to me still going to the house. Virtually all of it was junk mail. Some of it was financial stuff that I know I already sent an address change…

Crap. I have to face the mystery package in about two hours. (See entry from two days ago Guilt from the past. if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) I know it’s just guilt, but I’m starting to feel very uneasy about this. I especially don’t want to have to open this package in…

Candle asks if I believed in what the religion quiz handed back to me. My initial answer? “Hell, no.” If it assigned me any religion at all, it had to be wrong. I am not a believer in any God, gods or goddesses, mystical powers, or energy crystals. I just don’t have it in me….