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Okay, so I called the company with the opening, and everything looks decent. It's looking very promising. The only problem that I see now is quitting the café. I know that it doesn't really seem that difficult: you walk in, you quit, you yell, you call your boss bad names and then you're done. Well, it's not really that simple. The people that I work with in the café aren't just my coworkers; they're people that I actually take the time out of the day to stop by and chat with between classes. I'm not the type of person who keeps secrets from my bosses and coworkers; I'm very up front and honest with them. So, they're well aware that I'm looking into another job. Everytime I talk about quitting with Phyllis (the morning cashier), it seems like she tries to hold back tears. Still, she was very up front and honest with me. She told me that sometimes, we need to do what's best for ourselves. I seem to worry too much about what's best for others. If it weren't for the fact that the café would be short staffed without me, I probably wouldn't have worked there this semester. When I leave, I know that I'm going to be leaving a big hole for my boss to fill, but, as Phyllis said, I need to do what's best for myself.

I got a taste of my own medicine.

My very beloved roommate is leaving us. Oliver Konow, Chileno, Oliva Konizzle, Oli — whatever you call him, he's considering leaving us to go live in a townhouse with another friend. I felt very sad and depressed for the better part of the afternoon (but a trip to Sonic and SWEPCO brightened the evening). I realise that even though Chileno's departure will leave a hole here, he also has to do what's best for him. I don't really have a right to be upset with him if he's doing exactly what I'm doing.

It's late; I'm tired, and I'm waking up early to watch some video in the library on the history of the English language. Fun!

Not kidding! It really is fun!