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| i just can't sleep all the time. i think there is a mouse in the room next to me. i heard its feet, its ruckus. i barricaded my doorway with nate's duffel bag and a towel, in hopes that mice are not good at climbing. i don't like when there is only one toothbrush in my twoperson toothbrush holder. it's lacking. it is too often. i will be emily kizzia pretty soon, guys.
nate is playing at cornerstone and is getting me in for free so that i can see david bazan play in the sun. in the middle of nothing. in the middle of the sun. it will be the absolute greatest.
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| i always always forget about xanga. i guess that's ok.
things are good, though. i am engaged now.
he told me he was in maine, but he wasn't in maine.
i am moving 16 hours away soon. i am going on the road soon.
this summer will be an interesting one.
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| i used to be pretty cool, huh. i was just reading all my old entries and i always (kind of) had something to say and people always had something to say back to me. but these days i can't make conversation worth anything and no one hangs out like they used to. nothing's like it used to be. i can't go a day without getting upset about something. i guess i'll have to get used to it.
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| my stomach isn't as strong as it used to be. but i can really buy people christmas presents this year, that deserve them. like ringo, and my mother.
after teaching that fourth grade class, i know its what i really want. but i don't want it until i'm really settled somewhere. and when will i ever feel like i'm really settled?
one day i am going to make things happen!
but just, not today.
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| my roommate (roommates, if you count bob and mike) are back and everything is getting back to order. now there's just one more missing and then everything will be as it should. and tomorrow! tomorrow is the day.
back to school, back to work. i'm happy with my new job for the time being. it's almost my birthday.
i'm usually not so excited about birthdays. but this year i have a good feeling.
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and that really, is all.
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