[Rant] Okay, I just read the list of winners for the Dove Awards, and I would just like to say that Bethany Dillon was robbed, robbed I tell you! She definitely should have won new artist of the year, but who won it? Building 429. That’s fine, their music is fine, but Bethany Dillon is amazing! I wrote a review of her album; go read it and tell me she shouldn’t have won. [/End rant]

In other news, I am the worst daughter ever. I told my parents the other day about going to visit UT next week, and my mom was upset b/c she wanted to come but she’d just taken off a week to go on the cruise. Secretly, I was glad b/c I really wanted to go by myself since this is a huge step for me and I felt like I needed to do it on my own. Well, yesterday I came home from work and she says she has good news. So I say, “My computer came back to life!” (sad, I know) and she said, “No, I might be able to come with you to Knoxville! I got a girl to work for me on Tuesday, and now I just have to find someone for Monday.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just said that was good, but inside I wanted to tell her I wanted to go by myself, but she was so excited that I couldn’t. I thought about it all last night and I was going to tell her that I wanted to go by myself when I got home from church, but she was already in bed (my college group meets late on Wed.). Then, she just called and told me she’d found someone to work for her on Monday, and when I didn’t sound excited she was like, “Okay, don’t sound so excited.” So I told her I wanted to go by myself and she got upset b/c she’d thought I wanted someone to go with me and she’d made these plans and why hadn’t I said something sooner and if I was going to pretend I wanted her to come, at least I could have kept on pretending instead of coming clean in the middle of it. Now I feel like such an idiot who can’t even communicate with her mother. Ugh! I don’t belong in graduate school; I need to go back to kindergarten. I know I’m not the world’s best communicator (my last boyfriend will tell you that), but this really takes the cake. Am I completely horrible? Comfort, please. And all of you BBC peeps who know my mother, please don’t say anything!