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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Uncle Richard, me, and James Earl Jones - Tuesday, Apr. 04, 2006
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For some reason, I got really excited today that I get to hang out with Tracey and Wanda on Monday. It would be nice to be able to do that more than once a month. Of course, if I really want to, I'm sure I can, but it works best with our once-a-month evenings.

I can't believe it's April. That means that it's only 8 days until my birthday! Um, maybe I'll do something this year. We'll see. I don't feel like making that decision now. I didn't do anything big or exciting last year, but that's okay. Birthdays don't have to be huge events. They happen.

Speaking of birthday (that was an amazing segue, wasn't it?), Cindy and Dave had a baby boy yesterday--David Asher. That's exciting. :o)

Anyways... it's off to Hobbit pretty quick. Closing night... so I'd better go rescue Laurel from all the kids that Logan and I aren't helping her with at the moment.

One year ago today: And then, this week, I've been in paints since Sunday, and starting tonight, I'm in blacks all week. I can't tell you how excited I am to get dressed up for church on Sunday morning. A skirt and heels; something ruffly and flowery and colorful and girly. It'll be so nice to look like a girl for once, instead of a nondescript, non-gender-specific creature that rose from the swamp or something like that.
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