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    A Can of Olives
    or a failed attempt at happiness
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    added Thu February 05 2004 at 9:12 PM
    I got a package from my mom today. I didn't find out until about 9 PM, because I've been away at class and work since about 3. I like Mommy packages. So random, you never know what to expect.

    There actually were quite a few things that I did expect to get (because she's been promising to send them) and a few more things that weren't a surprise (because I'd left them at home and forgotten about them). W-2's from all my jobs were put in the package, so I gotta take care of that this weekend. I also got all my movies back (yay). I left a set of sunday clothes, so those were stuck in. She always sticks some kind of chocolate in (Mrs. Field's this time). A really weird (in a cool way) pen with a slinky attached... and a can of olives

    Olives. I don't buy them very often, not because I don't like them, but because I like them too much. Even before I finished sorting through the package, I grabbed a can-opener, openned and drained the tin. Not ten minutes later, I was staring at the bottom of an empty can. That's a lot of salt and fat, we'll see if I regret it later. Really, I don't buy olives because it's too much money.

    I think that really as I openned and binged on the olives, I was hoping that somehow they would make everything seem alright. Like maybe they would somehow make time stop moving long enough for me to get my homework done, or perhaps even make the stress disappear.

    As I popped the last olive into my mouth, I noticed I didn't feel any better. Who am I kidding, anyway? How could olives make anything better? On to the chocolate. Derrick and Angie (our local fiances) were sitting on the couch next to me. Chocolate has been scientifically proven to excite certain parts of the brain and cause a feeling of happiness (that's why it's so addicting). Supposedly, sharing makes you feel even better. So I took one of the six pieces and held it out to Angie. She took it and handed it to Derrick. I handed her a second one. They each took a bite from theirs, and traded to get a variety.

    Too much for me right now, especially after being rejected again tonite. I'm gonna have to ask her if she's really "busy" all these times, or just really doesn't want anything to do with me. I'm waiting for a returned phone-call that probably won't come. And I've got more hours of work than hours in the day or night.

    There's more to read. Read the extended entry.