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Wednesday night I conquered my fear of chicken pot pie. The Willetts were having them for dinner, and Verla asked me if I would want some too. I said sure even though I haven’t eaten it since I got sick on it when I was little. My cousins Holly and Clay and I decided it would be a good idea to race to see who could eat it fastest and we all threw up that night. It was terrible, and that has been the one food I don’t like since then. I used to love it, and I decided to be brave. It was one of those mini, frozen ones that you just stick in the oven. It wasn’t the best meal in the world, but it was good and I didn’t get sick. I’m very proud of myself. And I am also a very big dork, but that’s okay. So that’s all I have to write for now. Going to do manual labor this weekend. Fun stuff.

I decided today that I’m not going to continue my third internship. I had talked to this French guy, JP, who is involved in the Equine industry. While I was working at the Equine Center, Jen, my boss, asked if I might want to work with him. Of course, she thought it would be paid, but it turns out he doesn’t have any money now. He was going to be applying for a grant, but then he didn’t know if it would be able to pay employees and I’m not sure if he even applied. I said I would work a little for him anyway, and he said he would pay me once he got membership fees for this new program he is starting. Which this might turn out to be a huge success and I could have a good job when I come back from Oxford, but I really just don’t want to do it. I want to read for fun and relax in the evenings. So I went and talked to Jen, and she said she was sort of surprised I took it with all the rest of the stuff I had going on anyway, especially since it wasn’t paid. She said if he gets angry, then he does. No warnings about how if he gets angry it might hurt the relationship with the Equine program. Which I did get warnings about that if I had decided not to go to Oxford, how it might hurt that program. I really like Jen and she seems always willing to help. Randa was there too, the woman who actually hired me, and she looked really happy to see me. I’m glad I had that job this past semester. I didn’t do much, but they really liked me and they say I need to come have lunch with them and keep in touch. Two more people that I can say I was glad to meet and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t gone to G-town. See? I try to be positive. It just doesn’t always work out for me.

Yesterday I started my internship with the Georgetown News-Graphic Newspaper. Today I didn’t want to go back. Yesterday nobody knew what to do with me because the guy I’ve been talking to had to leave town for an emergency and apparently either forgot I was coming or didn’t tell anybody else about me. Today I did more random stuff and left early because they ran out of things for me to do. Nothing too taxing at least. I need to force myself to do things for my other internships and write evaluations for G-town and write talk show hosts to try to get money, but I’ve started reading the Harry Potter books and I’m addicted. Actually I think I’m just addicted to reading for fun. I haven’t done that in so long, and I had forgotten how much I loved it. I just wish I could be lazy and read all day, every day. Once I finish up some stuff for this French guy who works with horses, I think I’m going to tell him I can’t do it anymore. I’ll do what he gave me, but he doesn’t have money to pay me, and I think I’ll be exhausted every day if I work for 13 hours. I did that last summer, but the second job was Hallmark and required no brain power. Okay, so I think I’m going to go read some more. At least I forced myself to take a break to write in my blog, right?