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Name: Chelsea
Birthday: 5/18/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Thinking & Learning! Photography. Travel. Seeking out the beauty in life.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
9/20/2004
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| Oh online journals, how neglected you become...and you know what? I think that's okay. Especially if it means that I've been writing in my own personal journal, which for the semester it doesn't, but at least for a little bit of break it does.
It's December 26, 2005...which means in five days it will be 2006. Two-thousand six, the year that I will graduate college. What the heck happened?? Suddenly I am supposed to take all accountability for my life, and though that is incredibly liberating, I'm not sure I want it quite yet. Actually, I'm not so sure it's the accountability and choices that I don't want, but the massive amounts of change that is implied by the fact that we all have to make them. We are all going to be making these choices which means we are all going to be led in different directions and the fact that lives have been built, or started, or pondered around each other somehow doesn't make much of a difference. Priorities. How does one rank priorities when everything is new and up for grabs? sigh. | | |
| I am going back to Africa.  | | |
| Can I just say that senior chapel is awesome? I am so much more relaxed now. I spent an hour lying on my back, listening to worship and just being quiet. I never get the chance to be quiet anymore. It was wonderful. | | |
| Ways to procrastinate that I've explored today...
Looking through all 2,000 and whatever South Africa pictures that I got from my teammates at our debrief, assessed the status of the plants on my patio, made a salad for the week, took out the garbage, baked banana bread, worked on decorative hangings for the apartment, found out what day the Martha Stewart version of the Apprentice starts...oh yeah, and wrote this post... | | |
| Poop. I feel like poop. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. You ever have one of those days where everything feels awkward, and any sense of normalcy you try to cling to slips through your fingers because it's either fabricated or doesn't exist anymore? Yeah, maybe that's just me...
PS...in case you were wondering, watching the movie "Outbreak" to preoccupy your mind doesn't really work. It just leaves you in the same spot with morbid images in your head... | | |
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