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     I'm going to start my job pretty soon, and I'm getting re-certified for CPR and first aid next Wednesday night. I'm thinking that, if my dad doesn't want Cody and I to help him tonight, we might be able to move into the Breckenridge house tonight!That would be fantastic, but I doubt it will happen. 

     I started moving stuff over yesterday, and Cody asked me if Mom has tried to change my mind about moving yet. I told him no, but she had randomly told me that "if it wasn't for Ginger, we'd (she and Bob) be getting two Sheltie puppies instead of just one." I knew she was dropping a hint, but I'm not sure for what. She knows that I can't take her to college with me, because I don't think I can have pets where I'm renting. I wondered then, and I'm still wondering, if she wants us to take Ginger for the summer? But Cody made a good point: he said that she'll probably get both dogs and then use that as an excuse to get rid of Ginger at the end of the summer when we leave her here. It sounds like a low blow, but she did it with my cat -- she got an extra dog, and suddenly she couldn't afford to keep the cat indoors, it was too much of a hassle, blah, blah, blah, and she ended up throwing a declawed cat outdoors in the country to fend for himself. Needless to say, he died (disappeared, technically, but we have freaking raccoons out here). 

     The ironic thing was, as soon as I got home my mom actually intimated that my medical insurance would be cancelled if I moved into the Breckenridge house for the summer, but she made it sound all official, like she had to because of the state (but it didn't quite match up with her previous story). I'm still getting my mail here, and the only thing going to that address is a bill for the water and utilities in Cody's name. We're going to have to move our extra stuff back in here at the end of the summer, because if we live with our dad, she'll cut off our medical insurance (partially because she has to, and partially because she's a control freak and a few other things). Oh well. I'll be out of here soon, and then I'll never have to stay here for too long after that. 

     I talked to Beth Ann, my landlord/roommate for next year. I'm going to move down later than the first of August, but she okayed sending her a check through the mail by the first. She also said that I can paint my room, as long as she approves the color. I can't wait! That'll be awesome. I'm thinking that I'd like to pull in colors from my Van Gogh ("Café Terrace at Night") print -- yellow walls with accents in orange, brown, and some blue and green accents throughout the room -- something tropical, maybe with a soft yellow-white trim around the windows and ash-colored wood shades or brown trim and a colorful Roman shade. I think that's why I love that painting so much -- I absolutely love the colors. But I need to get back to this laundry and packing.

MUSIC: "We Used to Be Friends" - The Dandy Warhols

MOOD: excited

LOCATION: amongst the oak