Wow, I guess I'm really writing on Xanga.  It's really to say that much has happened and I blog about very little of it.  I just get busy, I guess.  But I'm a myspacer now.  I guess we all saw that conversion coming.  Check it out.

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I usually wake up somewhere around 7:10 a.m. every morning, give or take 20 minutes.  I slide out of my high single bed and dash over to turn off the radio alarm clock only to jump right back into bed.  Five more minutes and my cell alarm is calling me to arise as well.  There's no fighting it. 
But I don't mind getting up.  I'm happy to be awake.  I'm happy to be alive.
I turn on itunes with my latest favorites of either Denison Witmer or the new Format and turn on both lamps.  I wish I had a coffee maker to go along with my morning routine, but I have yet to purchase one.  So I have a glass of orange juice instead and a bowl of oatmeal.  Well, oatmeal or a pop tart, whichever suites my fancy.  

I don't know how you do it, but I start with a cleansing of the face, followed by putting in my contacts, and then brushing my teeth.  Sometimes a shower proceeds this process, sometimes not.  But I'm not ashamed to admit this.  It's just the way I am, and I like me this way.  Then I arrange my hair in the closest thing to fixed as possible, and that rarely can be done without bobbie pins.  Then makeup, then clothes.  However, I seldom can go an entire day without rearranging my ensemble.  I have a problem, I know, but my laundry bill has not gone up.
A spritz of perfume and I'm out the door, not to return again until probably 5:30. 

My days are long, but they are good.  I don't know what God has healed me of that has brought about this change in attitude, but I like it.  More so, I am thankful for it.  He has given me joy in everything: my friends, my faults, my successes.  I laugh heartily and sleep easy at night.  He is calling me to be content in Him and Him alone.  I am ready. 

"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  I say to myself, 'The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'"  Lamentations 3:22-24  

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Officially

Grown up. 

I can order or buy alcohol, rent a car (but not a boat), or go to jail.  Not that I would actually do any of those, but the possibility is there.  I'm officially an adult, whether or not i'm "grown up" is still pending.  Check back with me in about 8 years.

She walked into the semi-spacious new living area and sighed in a manner that let out the entire day in one long exhale.  Three years had led up to this, and it was well deserved.  She surveyed the room.  The newly placed poster on the west wall was in need of adjusting, and after eyeing it for a moment it was determined that it would serve a better and a more pleasing aesthetic purpose on a different wall entirely.  Fix, fix, fix.  She sat down at her computer that faced the new decision.  Perfect, she thought. 

There were too many Garden State thoughts passing through her mind tonight.  A fleeting home.  That moment was a small tragedy when her idea of home was removed, when the walls that once housed her were given over to people who didn't have a clue about what her family had been, her life had been. 

This room would have to due.

Her mom had helped her move in that first year.  No money was shelled out of her own pocket, because mothers just naturally take care of those things for you.  But who's to say really that her mom would've even helped this year if she were here.  Three years of lugging stuff should be enough practice one would think.  But it was mostly the companionship she longed for now.  Even a friendly voice on the receiving end of a phone call would have been enough.

Today though, she woke up early (just like an adult or a good student), downloaded itunes, stared blankly at a wall, attempted a nap, started work study, and returned from Wal-mart with $41 less than she had left with. 

A relatively productive day.