//Rain down... on me// It's not like I have anything against water, but dammit... I'm not a big fan of the rain. This morning, while I was sleeping. The rain drops kept falling, falling against my window. I swear it made me so lazy. I guess the melodic plip plop of the drops made me think it was a Saturday. In a rush I looked at my phone and it was already 9:30 AM. Ahhh... so much for my new years resolution (today anyway). I don't know how I'm feeling about the Teach for America application. Personally, I totally did not put the kind of effort I wanted to into the application. If I don't get an interview this round, I already know who to blame... myself. So... next fall is looking good. I can just keep planning for that. Part of me wants to give myself a year at the triad while part of me wants to have a well rounded two year non-profit gig run. Usually... the staying time at a non-profit is about two years... they don't expect anymore more from you and are very glad if you do stay. I guess I'm just appreciating my surroundings a bit more. My co-workers are fantabulous, I have a great supervisor and boss... and well I am working under one of the more notable non-profits in probably all of Southern California. Although I have my preferences about jobs, and where I want to eventually be in the future. I've got a good thing going here... I shouldn't waste it by not putting 110% into it. Yes, adult mature words coming from my mouth... but don't get it twisted... I'm paid but not paid. Money would probably be the deciding factor for me to leave. I'm not shallow, I'm just realistic. I just got back from the laundry mat of all places. Yes, who the heck does their laundry at 11:30 PM... haha me and Amy do of course. Amy and I got into this interesting talk about titles. I'm not really much for labels, but I do like to lobby for rules and understandings. I'd like to know what's going on, even thought the situations doesn't call for a definition. So sue me, I'm human, and I like to know why I do the things I do, and not do them because they're done on a feeling... an undefined feeling. I'd like to put meaning to the feeling. I'm sure anyone in their right mind would do the same as I would. I don't want to label what I have with someone but I want some kinda of rulebook... or guideline so that each party involved (more him then me) know what to say... when to say it... without crossing boundaries or lines. It's simple... on paper. In times new roman text on the blogger template... but in real life... "The two of you cannot have a label, " Amy says. Right she is my dorky sidekick. Right she is...