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Sat, Jul. 19
... Oh what a feeling
Well. It was a year ago today that we got home from Testament.

I was at Nadine's birthday party tonight, and that was the first "social" event, besides church, that I was at last year after I got home. It was weird. A strange sort of flashback. There was just something about it that was really similar to last year, and kind of made me feel like I was coming home for the first time all over again. It was fun, though. I haven't really done anything with other people in any of the weekends that I've been home. So far, anyways.

We leave for Bashaw at 6:00 tomorrow morning. Bleah. That's even worse than leaving for Rimbey last week. At least I don't have to drive. Poor Laurel. She's got to leave her house almost 1/2 an hour before I do.

And yet, I'm still not in bed. I'm watching Flashdance. I should be sleeping right now, but I just don't feel like it quite yet. I should eat, too, but that would involve some effort.

I went to about 4 different used bookstores today, looking for anything good, and I saw a great quote in one of them, posted on the wall. I can't find it right now, and I don't remember who said it, so it makes it more difficult to find, but the jist of it was that if you have too large a library to read the whole thing, pick up the books, read a passage, find a phrase that speaks and applies, and use that, even if you never read the whole thing. Books are friends--some are intimately close; others are acquaintances, but to treat them as less than friends is a tragedy. Something along those lines, anyways.

I want that kind of library--I want to someday have a room full of books of so many genres and time periods; textbooks, classics, fiction, poetry, Christian, theological, philosophical, children's, reference... everything. A library that's so extensive that I can't read the whole thing, but I know every book that's there, and I know I can find information on almost any subject. That would be very, very cool.

I got pictures back yesterday, and the first roll was started during Joe. Bizarre. Some fun backstage pictures... but it's been so long. It feels like it's been forever.

Okay, I'm off. I've got to finish packing and get ready to head out far too early for any sane person to be getting up.
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posted at 10:50 p.m.