Bill thinks I am faking

I have been happy for over a month now. Bill thinks it is an act and he wants to know when I will be normal again. He actually accused me of pretending to be happy for him, since we only see each other on weekends.

I am at Java Jacks right now. I was slaving away upstairs working on my homework for school (there are plugs upstairs) and these two women and their two pre-school brats come upstairs and sit at the table next to me. I am a damn baby magnet. It doesn't matter where we go, I get stuck next to these snotty, nasty kids and their stupid parents. Did they not notice that it was quiet up here and we were all working on laptops and homework or reading? Selfish mothers. Coffee shops are not kid friendly.

Guitar Hero III Rocks

Quick update (Since I have been bad):
I quit the soap company and am now happily unemployed (again)
Bill got a great job, so I don't HAVE to work.
I am in school again, not art, but special education. I can do this part-time and it will take a year to get certified.

I beat freebird and I am stuck on song 23 of expert. I love my playstation.

I actually went and tried on wedding dresses and I survived.