Well, I ended that last entry rather abruptly. Her I am once again at Lowe's, this time "watching the exit door." Great fun. I just stand here, my only jobs being to say "goodbye" to customers, turn off the alarm when it goes off, and report whether anyone walks out the door without paying for something (I'm not allowed to do anything about it - no "Cops"-esque chases). Woohoo.

I know a lot of Johns. John - Victoria's boyfriend. John - in Lawn & Garden. Johns - in Paint. John - in Hardware. I have an Uncle John. And a cousin, Jon-Eric (if that counts). I got sentences in third grade for telling a Jonathan he "had no brain." Are Johns destined to flourish forever?

Ugh. I absolutely hate acne. I mean, I'm no "pizzaface," but I have some stubborn, uncoverable ones that are making me feel so gross today - making my self-esteem plummet.

But enough about me - let's stop being so self-centered, Emily (or is that the point of a diary/journal?).

Yesterday afternoon, I got some horrible news from my mom (and through the day, my friends Meghan, Ashley, and Brian). One of my closest friends in Indiana was driving back to base (she's in the Marines) in her new jeep when she fell asleep at the wheel. From what I understand, she went off the side of the road, and her jeep flipped a couple of times. She's now in the hospital with two fractured knees, though the severity of her injuries is beyond my knowledge. I've got her hospital number and plan on giving her a call to see how she's doing - maybe tonight, if I can figure out what time 10:30 Eastern is in California (7:30?).

This accident took all of us by surprise, but all we can do is thank God for sparing her life - it's so scary to think that Lindsay could be an angel right now...Anyone who's reading this, please send out a prayer for Lindsay. Thanks.

Gosh, what am I supposed to follow that up with? Everything going on in my life seems so petty and inconsequential. I think I'm off - to figure out how I'll manage to call three people I unintentionally told I'd call tonight at the same time (I don't plan well). Adios.