today we had to drive into the city to take the certification test. he was right, i was worrying about it way more than i should. but he was also wrong, i really wasn't worrying about it all that much. what he saw was my weak effort, putting off the studying until the last possible minute. the night before for an hour, and that morning. hey, there was an agatha christie movie on for two hours, it was hard to turn away. i loves me some poirot.

it felt like high school all over again. the attempt to get in the room first to secure a seat in the very last row. the other two following me saying they wanted to sit where i was sitting. me scoping out the room, finding the one cute boy to stare at over and over again. some things really don't change no matter how old you get. i'm not sure if that's funny or scary.

the ride to and from was spent with one of the straightest guys ever put on this earth. two of the longest hours of my life. there was a lot of talk about cars and baseball, one-sided talk but i probably don't really need to point that out. my end of the conversation involved a lot of "oh? wow. yeah..." and little else. but something tells me he was having a good time doing all of the talking so i think we're okay.

i'm just glad it's all over. and i'm pretty sure that i passed without any problem. but now i just kind of feel like i don't want to do this anymore. it's only been four months, but the shiny and new has all worn off. and once again i'm left wanting something more. seriously, what is my problem?