My cute clock and tree planting

The planting today went well. Sorry dudes, I didn’t have anyone there to take pictures. 7 trees were planted at a public park… I was technically in charge, though I didn’t really have to do that much because the volunteers were experienced. Ehh, I guess I should give myself a little credit… I did create a site map, make sure the trees and tools got to the site on time, had people sign in on the Volunteer Sign-In sheet, and call the volunteers beforehand to make sure everything was cool. I also directed people as to the correct location for the trees and helped with planting the trees too, of course, and answered questions for people whenever they had any.  Most of all I created connections within the community. Oh, I also learned how to drive the Mitsubishi Flatbed! That thing is frickin’ HUGE, and I’m proud of myself for being able to drive it around all morning (and on the freeway in rush hour traffic yesterday) without hitting anybody or anyone. Hell I didn’t even come CLOSE to hitting anything with it.

So there’s that. Renae (a fellow Americorps member, same age as me) worked with me today and helped me out, and that was AWESOME. We also had a Tree Amigo named Louie there. He’s an older man that volunteers with Our City Forest a TON, and he is so cute! He told me that he kept asking our names because he likes to write who he works with in his diary. Diary?! So cute! ::sigh:: I’ve been craving "cute" a lot lately. It’s kindof like a biological clock, but it really just makes me want to get a dog. A Corgie to be exact, or some other kind of dog with sweet ass ears. Cute Overload, The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee and Stuff On My Cat have given me my fill of cuteness though on a daily basis, that’s for sure.

I haven’t really been talking to Ian at all, and I’m slowly realizing that I have a real talent for ignoring people. I don’t know if this is good exactly, but it is a good defense mechanism and can prevent complications that regular interaction (with certain individuals) might cause.

I am in quite a crummy mood this evening, though I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the mysterious, inexplicable influence of my womanly hormones? Yes, that must be it! It’s so easy to blame things on hormones! Seriously though, I don’t know why I feel crummy… the reason could definitely be physical, so I shouldn’t stress myself out too much by trying to place an external cause on it.

I want to apologize for being a bad OD’er! I’ve just been doing a lot of physical labor at work, and have generally lacked the creativity to create anything of substance (including notes!). I do read your entries though, and I promise to stop being so distant soon enough.

Work: more drama. Not with me exactly, but all throughout the organization in an intricate web of sideways glances, resentment and gossip. There is a lot of gossip going around, but a lot is stemming from the fact that some people get treated by the Staff equally even though they are terrible workers who don’t accomplish much. I won’t get into this though, because it isn’t something that directly involves me.

I miss Paul. This happens more frequently than I wish it would. I also miss a number of other people, but this happens. As that one quote says (that I read somewhere… it’s actually one of my friend’s away messages on AOL), our worlds are made of hellos and goodbyes. I still am very fortunate though, I know. I just can’t really understand most people (particularly teenagers) who complain about how controlling their parents are or about how they hate their families. I guess some parents just don’t put much effort into caring for their kids, but most do. I’m not a parent of course, and am far from omniscient, but it gets on my nerves to click the "random" button on OD just to see the same things being complained about over and over. This is an attitude that has developed as I’ve gotten older, I’m sure. Oh well, I don’t know where I’m going with this. I’ve had this diary since I was 15 or 16 so I should probably go back through my entries and see the crap I used to write about.

Hmm.. I don’t really have much else to say. I suppose I’m just writing in here because it’s a rainy evening and I’m lonely.