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It has come to my attention that, including this one, the last three posts have been about weekend nights that have kicked ass. I don't generally have or make time to write during the week, but the weekends have continued to be awesome! Today (Friday that is) I was up at 5:30 am to go to school, came home after teaching all day, made dinner and watched some House. I went to Gerlinger, danced a bunch with a cute boy, afterwards hung out with said cute boy and many other friends, then I was heading home around 1:30 am. Until...I got a reminder from my other friend that I was supposed to be at his party. Oops! So I went straight over, saw some of my favorite people (old and new) and just got home. It occurred to me on my way home that I have been up for 22 hours- neato! I feel pretty good! I'll just have to make it up at some point this weekend...
And that makes me think- when I was in Portland and Spokane, a lot of the time I wondered if I was getting boring because I never stayed out late and partied anymore. As it turns out, the problem wasn't me, it was not being here!
I know you are all probably getting sick of hearing this, but I have the conscious realization every single day how thankful I am to be home.
And that makes me think- when I was in Portland and Spokane, a lot of the time I wondered if I was getting boring because I never stayed out late and partied anymore. As it turns out, the problem wasn't me, it was not being here!
I know you are all probably getting sick of hearing this, but I have the conscious realization every single day how thankful I am to be home.