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not your typical saturday night…


I worked most of yesterday afternoon/evening: 3-7:30 catering for school. When I got back I took a shower and settled down to a late dinner of leftover chicken wings and popped Ratatouille in the DVD player. A bit later, one of my housemates got home and he watched some of it with me until a little before ten when we remembered there were fireworks. So we walked over in the drizzle to watch a 12 minute fireworks display. Then we came back, finished the movie, then watched Rocky and Bullwinkle. 

Not your typical Saturday night on a state school campus, lemme tell ya.



“As you know, I am a petal borne aloft on the autumn wind. It should say that in my file.” I like my alone time but get lonely frequently. I am dependable and trustworthy, a hard worker, and if I say I will do something, it will most likely be done. I am daily learning who I am and how I relate to people. I sing almost constantly. (Some would say I’m crazy or weird… I’m ok with that.) I am a singing, dancing photographer/writer/web-editor/proofreader who wants to change the world. I am on the cusp of a quarter-life crisis, navigating the ups and downs of becoming a grown-up. I find that as a twenty-nine year old woman, many of my friends seem to have the life I want: jobs in fields they love (with decent salaries), boyfriends, fiances, children, etc., while I seem somewhat stuck in a mediocre job with little time for a social life. I am a Christian trying to apply my very real faith to my equally real life. I have perfectionist tendencies which I blame on being an oldest child. I think that about covers it so... yeah.

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