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I'm so tired. Staying up way later than I can handle, waiting to call home to talk to someone I've got a phone date with. Keep blowing it, forgetting what time it is then realizing it's too late to call. So, now, after three days, finally get to converse the way we should have on Friday. Except I'm so tired. I changed my journal layout again. Old colors and texts getting to me. Don't know how often I change things but it's good for me, for my soul, it's good for me to have change around. Otherwise nine months in one place might draw on my reserves, I might feel like I'm stuck and not able to move. I might stop being able to breathe. I'm hanging out with Christian missionaries a lot because I like them and they're really nice, even if I cannot wrap my head around being raised to believe that the world exists in a way that is so different than what I believe the world to be. I can't fathom it at all, and it's amazing to me, that your entire perception of EVERYTHING can be so completely altered by how you are told from the first day of your life that the world is. Makes Greek myths and legends and the firm belief in them not so hard to comprehend. If you're born believing something, why would you ever question it? I suppose it's my sincerest hope that all people will eventually question that which they are taught from the get-go, be it Christianity or any other thing (even science, oh yes), and at least give it some thought. If you come back around to it and Christ is what you believe in, more power to you for knowing the strength of your convictions. But I can't understand how you could live your whole life without even asking the question about whether you do believe in what you believe in...isn't this a fundamental kind of thing? Sleep, sleep would be good. Library, Central Café Yamaguchi, and more time to myself in this big empty house with no one but Arturo Jr. to bother me. Someday I'll learn how to DJ and I'll play you all a song.