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| I am leaving today, and, alas, this shall be the last post on this
xanga for me. But I have a new blog, and you can always e-mail me
or IM me or something. If you want my new info, e-mail me at
EmilyD2N{at}msn.com (replacing {at} with @ of course).
So long, Farewell...
Peace. 
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| 5 days left.
I cleaned out 4 drawers today. All of my desk drawers,
actually. So 2 odds and ends drawers, my mail etc. drawer, and
another... not exactly odds and ends, but yeah, odds and ends. So
now basicacly all that's left is my drawer full of church notes, and my
drawer of purses and stuff. Wallets I bought and then didn't like
for one reason or another. So I'm almost there, but not yet.
Also, I've created a new blog, and I'll be moving to there. So if
you want to know the url, and my new address and stuff, contact me
somehow and I'll give it to you.
*sigh* My last time to go to my church for a long time...
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| Gaaahh!! My room is a mess right now. It all started when I
was cleaning out my hair drawer. The good news is, the drawer is
now empty. The bad news is everything is on my desk.
I'm thinking I'm gonna put all my hair stuff in my old art
bucket. But of course I have to put all my art supplies in a
box. Nyh. Oh, and I don't want to put my earings (which I
never wear) in the breakable container they were in, because, well, it
may break (and the lid doesn't clasp). So I found an old metal
pen/pencil box thing that closes and stuff. But I want my earings
and pins and stuff to be protected. No problem, I've done this
before. Out from under my bed comes all my scrap fabric, I find
some cute polar fleese, cut it into the proper shape, tape it into the
metal thingie, and presto! Protection!
So now I have all my scrap fabric out on my floor. But hey, under my bed is emtpy! Ha, ha.
And you know why I'm here typing about it instead of picking up?
I can't get in my room anymore. Just kidding. Actually, I'm
not sure what I'm doing, because I'm hungry so I want to go get some
lunch, but I think I came in here to get another cardboard box for my
art stuff, so I can put my hair stuff in my art bucket, and then go
through my fabric stuff.
Of course, when I go downstairs I'll see my music that needs to be
sorted and put into it's proper place... I still haven't gone
through my odds and ends drawers. That's why I started on my hair
drawer in the first place. I mean, I need to use my brush in the
next 8 days, but here I am sorta packing it away. If I start
packing my underwear before I pack my junk... someone hit me.
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| 10 days.
And I'm gonna spend them and the next crying so much it won't even
be... well, yeah, it probably will be funnie, but I'm trying to see how
long I can hold it. Of course, the more I hold it, the more will
come out later. So should I just spend today crying in hopes that
later I won't need to cry as much?
I don't know.
And on a happier *note*
...I am now a recorded musician. That's right folks, I have a
CD. A very amature not very good CD, but a CD none the
less. Right now I'm working on making it sound a little bit
better, but since I don't really know how to do that... I'm not sure
I'm doing a whole lot of good. But who cares. It's a CD.
I love my cargo pants. 
I'll miss my Modesto friends when I'm gone. 
Yesterday was a good day. I hope I have more good days like it.
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| 13 days.
This morning I got together with my harpist friend Madeline, and we
praticed together. We're playing prelude music this Sunday, so
this was our last pratice before we perform. The good news is, we
mannaged to get through Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, by Bach, without
stopping during the middle section, for the first time ever. The
bad news is, we had to stop on a couple of other songs. But if I
keep telling myself we'll be ok, then we will be... right?
We'll be ok, we'll be ok, we'll be ok...
Mom and I went to the mall. After making our last stop and
starting to make our way out, I see someone who looks like
Jennifer. And is that Ted? Hmm, there's a stroller,
probably Noah. As I get closer I can tell it's them. "Hey,
Ted!" He turns and we say hi. Noah gets out of his stroller
and walks over to me and reaches up. I pick him up, and we go
over to look at the hermit crabs. Then we go back over to the
adults and Ted asks me if I'm ready for Sunday. Ha, ha.
Well, they're headed out to their car, which is in the same direction
as our car, so we walk together, and Noah is holding my... hmm, I was
going to say "hand" but it was really my finger. *sigh* My
head no longer hurt as much as it had a few min. before. Funnie
how that happens.
Today has been a good day.
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