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we’ll burn the house down and break this spell
19 June 08, 103 pm
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the problem with not writing for long stretches of time is that the words and thoughts and ideas keep piling up.  when the time comes to try and put them down, they are overwhelming and difficult to sort through.  i can’t make sense of a lot of what is in my head and heart these days.  writing is theraputic for me.  it gets the word(s) out and allows me some perspective.  it’s time to get back into the habbit.

two significant things.  one about last night.  one about today’s date.

last night, i stopped by emily’s.  she told me of a guy she hung out with recently.  we made plans for how to get rid of him if necessary.  sounds like he’s a bit of a creep.  we also talked about not getting married, about being single forever.  seems like the easier prospect than loving someone else forever.  she showed me some sweet thrift store finds from her trip home to her mom’s including a game that asks thought provoking questions like, “what do you think the world needs now?” and “what is the worst thing a parent can do to their children?”  also, she bought girl talk.  “call a boy and tell them a joke.”  i can’t believe people actually played that game.  i guess i’ll never understand what it’s like to be a 12 year old girl.  “braid the hair of the person on your left.”

today’s date in history:  the first organized baseball game was playe in 1846 in hoboken, nj.  the 8-hour work day was established by the united states government in 1912.  author salman rushdie was born in 1947. (thanks to the 440 international for info).

in my personal history:  june 19, 2006 was my first day in madison, wi for intervarsity’s orientation for new staff.  the first line of my blog on that day reads, “so my adventure has begun.” probably the understatement of a lifetime.  i’ve been thinking about leaving town this weekend.  just to get away.  partially related to the signifcance of this time in my life.  partially just to do something for me.  maybe i should drive to madison?  i’ll probably just stay here.  maybe another weekend.