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Talking with Debbie, Molly, and Amanda last night was good. We discussed our journal size preferences, pen weight prefereneces, and how we need to be moldable in God's sculpting hands.

I am always making promises as to how I am going to change my life: it's hard to get your sleepy-self to convince your able-body to wake up in the morning. Sleep hangs on like a 4 yearold around your leg, just wanting to play a few more minutes. That's a slight challenge to the makethedaymoreproductive plans. That, and I can't seem to get in bed before 1200.

A few things I have been thinking about:

The fact that a person only enjoys the music of a song but doesn't take the time to appreciate the music: is that like a slap in the face to the artist who took so much time to create this unified art form of which the person chooses to chop it up in half and only appreciate it in part?

Melissapi: She gets home today!! I haven't seen her for 7 months!! Oh-so-excited!

Creation: Hoping to attend one day to visit with good friends (Adrianne, Jess, Michelle!) and maybe hear some quality music while I am there (Audio Adrenaline and Switchfoot are the main attractions on thursday night)

Klaipeda: How if I were to board a plane right now, bound for Lithuania, I would feel as though I were coming home from some super-extended vacation. The thing is: Klaipeda is no longer what it was as what it was is now spread all over the world. Kind of strange to be longing for something that doesn't exist as it was.

STP: tomorrow starts the resting phase. Two days rest before two days of torture. Today I biked, bouldered, and ran.. and will now go bike again and run some errands down in Woodinville.

back to the day,