Just another week. Ugh. Some weeks go by fast. Some take forever to go by. This week was somewhere in between. Yet, there isn't much to write about. Go to work. Go to school. Come home, eat, sleep. There you have it. Oh wait, there is a couple of things I guess.

Well I talked to Ray a few times. It went good. Almost, too good. We talked like we used to. We talked about religion *one of my fav subjects* and how his plans were for the future and stuff. I guess he plans to talk to some relatives that live far away in hopes of getting close to them. He's finally doing something about not being close to people. Though, he says when he met his dad, he was hoping for some sort of emotion and that it didn't happen. He was just another guy. Though his remarked about how his dad felt guilty for not being there for him. He also told me that he wanted to be a correctional officer because he could "protect" his mom finacially if something bad were to happen to her. He refers to how his friend's dad had a heart attack and if something like that were to happen to her, he wants to be able to provide for her and not be in college not making nothing. I just listened. I figured that he made up his mind on it. Though I don't think the job is a fit for him. He is too analytical and idealistic to do that job.

I think he'd be a better investigator type. He's that type. However, he says he has a passion for nothing, I think he'd enjoy that. I think he is making a BIG mistake. Just, I have to be smart in making him realize that. I have to make him say it via questioning. Though I dunno if it is truely any of my business. I have a bad tendancy of trying to give help to those that don't want it. As a psychologist, that'll work itself out though. Heh. In the meanwhile, I dunno about Ray.

One thing that upsetted me was that we were talking right. So he has another call. He answers, then after waiting a while, I can hear both of them talking. He's going to play basketball. The phone then hangs up and he doesn't call me back. So that did tick me off a lil.

Besides that, Enrique is starting to tick off Casandra. If you don't know about Enrique, let me give you a quick brief. He's this older *58?* hispanic consultant that has an office in our *me and Casandra's* classroom. He always tells Casandra how "beautiful" she is. He always pats me on the back and stuff. He's pretty "touchy". When I say that, he likes handshakes, hugs, and other assorted taps. It always annoyed me and I guess he went to far in that he grabbed at Casandra's pants. She told me that she wanted to confront him with me after class. Though he wasn't there so we couldn't.

So that's that. Eventually, I will get to writing about "THE SOUL". *cue the dramatic music* It is my way of defining what I think it is and isn't. It's something I've been meaning to address, but haven't.

On a completely different subject, Michelle once told me the reason I don't have many friends is because I'm too analytical and I don't take it easy. Maybe she's right. Do you guys think I take life too seriously? Looking back, I know I can be. Then again, why is it that you have to be entertaining so they like you. LOL, that sounds defensive. Anyways, that's all for now. I'm tired.