10 Things I Hate About You

Last night there was the obligatory girl bonding session which included delicious South African apricot cheese from some vineyards we visited on the wine tour, chocolate filled with mousse, wine, and of course, a girly movie.

From 10 Things I Hate About You (which I now own on DVD and on VHS):



I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.


I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all


Can you tell I'm spending too much time on the internet?
At work, I take things as they come, at a plodding pace. It's nearly eleven o'clock in the morning and all I've done today was to read a bunch of emails about Mullen and then walk to Pick N Pay to buy the newspaper we placed on hold yesterday and then cut some stuff out.
Acting as copy girl, I brought my boss some tea and muffins and then I returned to my spot to remain idle.
In a bit, I'm giving out a form to the learners and then will sit with them for forty minutes as they fill out a questionnaire about their presumptions about the world, AIDS, etc.
It's part of a larger project in which we take a baseline of their worldview and then reassess them after the conclusion of the course. That follow up data is inserted into the same database as the initial assessment and then sent off the foundation for comparison.