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When I was younger, I always made sure the last
thing I said to my parents before going to bed was “I love you.” I
wanted to make sure that if one of us died during the night, the last
thing said would have been those three words. I guess I’m kind of
morbid like that. Bu, you never know when something is going to be your
last. read on...
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| tumblr rocks my world.
I'm addicted.
Sorry Xanga.
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| So I created a Countdown to Graduation Calendar for my apartment and hung it up on my fridge. There is something incredibly soothing about crossing off another day each morning or night. And I know a lot of my fellow classmates are freaking out because, well, graduation is kind of a scary thing. And truth be told, I'm not particularly looking forwarding to graduating and moving out into the "real world", but I think it's about time and I guess I'm ready to leave. I'm so ready, in fact, that it's taking all my energy and willpower to not start packing everything. Seriously. I want to take down the pictures off my wall, start folding my clothes and box up all my books! But, everyone keeps reminding me that we still have three weeks, so I can't start yet. Although, in my head, I only have one week. Because think about it: this week is basically done (today is just about over, tomorrow is hotelie prom, wednesday is a BBQ and then I'm home for a night, thursday is travel back from home and "study" friday is my first final), then i have next week (which includes a trip to canada) then 4 days for camping trip, two days back here, then it's graduation weekend! That leaves me with basically 7 whole days of nothing but packing and cleaning.And if you know me, you know it takes about 10 days for me to pack, so that's why I'm freaking out. Yeah.
Well, since I can't start packing, I've been thinking about other end-of-year-and-college things. I created a list of things I need to do (Dairy Bar, Plantations, Queen of Tarts, just to start). I finished my last shift at Taverna Banfi EVER (after... 3 years?) so I finally had the opportunity to paint my nails (it's the little things that matter). I was thinking about starting a new blog (to add to the three I already don't update), but I figured I should probably wait until I'm actually graduated to start it. OR, since I'm SO bored today, on this sunny day, I could start it today. HA. I'm not telling.
There's actually a lot I was thinking I could update about. Buuut. I'm kind of lazy. And a bum. So, oh well.
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So boredom got the best of me. I created not one, but two(!) new blogs. I'm trying to decide whether I want to stay with blogger or switch to tumblr. I think tumblr users are a little more artsy and trendy, so I don't know how well I'd fit in there. BUT the user-interface is SO much easier and it's so much more fun! I think I'm going to stick with tumblr. Ha. I'm not even going to put up my new blogspot then. Unless, of course, I change my mind. (:
http://cdotspot.tumblr.com
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| I know God has a reason for everything, and a perfect timing for everything, but sometimes it's just so hard to completely trust Him. Especially as of late, I am desperate to know and understand His reasoning; I want to know why. Why, after eight years, when I finally learned how to truly appreciate a genuine friend, is God making it so hard to hold onto it? Part of me wants to know the reason, but in truth, the other side of me is scared to find out. I'm terrified that He's trying to teach me a lesson, and as per usual, it'll take the hard way to teach me. It's just really hard to trust Him when it goes against everything I want. But then again, I guess it's not at all about what I want, is it? God's timing is supposed to be the perfect timing, but to me, it seems like it's the worst.
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| You know how they have those compact shelving units that automatically slide over to only open the aisle you need to enter? They have them in my high school, too. And I know they have all those safety technical things that will stop them from moving if they sense something between them, but failures can happen, right? It's like the sensors on garage doors that don't "see" the small child playing below and end up smushing the kid. What would happen if the sensors between the stacks failed and squashed a student? Can you imagine? It'd probably be slow and painful. And you couldn't scream because, well, you're in a library. DEATH BY LIBRARY BOOKSHELF! All he wanted was a Spanish-French dictionary.
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