A compilation of a bunch of disparate facts.
- Yesterday was my birthday, therefore I am now 19. It was a cool birthday--the Wayman family came down to so Cal and took me along to Disneyland. My favorite thing was Thunder Mountain Railroad and walking through Main Street. And then when Pier and I decided on an amazingly entertaining game--she would give me a word/idea/person/place/concept and I would come up with a hymn or worship song with that in it. I know, I know, lame! But it was hilarious. And only a PK and MK can do that.
- But, at 19, I don't feel any different. I guess you're not supposed to. At 18, I could say I could vote and smoke and sign my own permission slips. Nineteen is the most boring age I can think of. Besides maybe 37 or something.
- I have lots of sweets and balloons in my room, including 1 birthday cake and a boxful of birthday cookies, a balloon bouquet, a smiley face balloon, and a Mylar balloon with Tinkerbell on it saying "Have a Magical Birthday!"
- I'm writing this at 9:40 a.m. on Palm Sunday. I'm sad to spend one of my favorite holidays ever away from Sequoia (where I am sure the choir is singing and doing some sort of dramatization featuring Living Nativity costumes, palm branches, and Vern Krenz singing Jesus' solo). And I feel awful spending it away from church. But I woke up at 9:15, and currently my roommate/ride is lying motionless in bed. Hopefully we'l'l make it to the 11:15 service...
- I have a ton of reading and writing to do today. I think I'll use my post it notes and make a little list.
- Okay, I'll go do something productive now
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