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

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Tues, May 18
... I should tell you
I have the weirdest cat ever. He's got this really un-feline obsession with water and sinks and bathtubs and showers. My dad figures he's just trying to remind everyone that he's definitely an individual. That's why I love him so much, though.

The worst part about spring classes are the papers that come after the class and final are finished. Everything should be done. It's so easy to rationalize and justify putting off the work, and it feels like everything should have been finished when the class was over.

I need somewhere to watch the game tomorow night. Anyone having a cool party that I can crash?

Ever have a friend, and that friend was making some major decisions, and you thought you knew the best one? Maybe you did know, and maybe you didn't, but regardless, you're scared that they might make the wrong one. Not that it would ruin their life, but it's just not the decision that fits them. There's something out there that's the perfect fit, and they won't be content until they find it.

And all you can do is pray that they'll make the right decision, whether that's the one you think is right or not. Maybe it's the opposite of what you think, but you just have a sense about this one. So you pray. Constantly. Lifting them up before God. Asking for wisdom.

But in the end, you just have to be there and watch the way it plays out, and hope you can be there to celebrate the way life turns out.
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posted at 11:20 p.m.