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I find it hard to believe that nearly three weeks has gone by since I’ve been to OBC. The three weeks prior to that seemed like torture. I could hardly stand to be away. But here we are, 2.5 weeks since seeing (and for the most part hearing from) my favorite people back at O. And I’m ok. Believe it or not, I’m ok. 

Of course, I’m going there Friday night and spending nine meals there. I hope the weather is gorgeous. I’m going to make a documentary of my weekend, I think. I’ll have to make a list of shots I’ll need. I think I’ll abstain from most mischief-making. It’s hard work on your own, you know? Though I managed quite well the last time. I’ll stick to homework and Aunt Beast’s house. 

I’m sure I’ll have some pictures. I’m sure you’ll sort of enjoy them. 

Anyway, off to write a paper for a bit… it’s not due until Friday but Thursday has bigger fish to fry.

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“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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