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Last Tuesday:

This Tuesday: The Craps.

I was stupid and locked my keys in my car today, so I had some reflective time while waiting on the porch for someone to get home. I couldn't stop thinking about the now over-discussed issue of my being able to do an entire psychology degree at home. Sigh. Studying in Corner Brook would be a whole lot cheaper. And I could live with my parents who, at the end of the day, are the two people who love me most in the entire world.

But, really, what's left in Corner Brook for me now, especially if Heather leaves next year? My parents, yah, that's a big one. And my friends from church. And my few grade 12 friends.

In St. John's, I can be in the MUN concert band, which, I know, doesn't seem like a big deal. But it means a lot to me. I almost did a music degree. Playing in the concert band makes me feel less like I'm leaving that huge part of me behind.

Corner Brook, St. John's? Home, new life?

So I'm sitting there on the front porch, literally peeling paint and watching people drive by, and I think, "Where is my life going?" Not the whole depressed my-life-sucks-what-shall-I-do kind of thing (because, believe me, I know that, this year in particular, I've been incredibly blessed) but as a legitimate question. When I think about my life this year, I realize how incredibly random it is. I'm living on my own in St. John's. I'm doing courses I hate and definitely have no intentions of heading down the glamorous path of engineering or medicine or law that I'd always envisioned for myself. I spend my time with my primary school-best friend, a girl I somehow managed to meet at summer camp after years of coincidental distractions, my savior from the perils of my junior high years, some randomly cool people from Stephenville, and, on occasion, gropers(tehe) from the Citadel. Random. But I think that these people are a big part of me not wanting to go back to Corner Brook just yet.

Man, why have I been so sketchy lately. Maybe it's because something's up (wink), and it'll clear up in a couple of days. Maybe I am a little homesick, which is ok, because I've done so well over the past few months.

Blogging is therapeutic.

So this weekend should be fun. As you all know, Mom and Dad are coming on Thursday, and may be accompanied by Grammy. There's going to be lots of shopping and going out to eat. teheeee. Maybe SASF on Friday; we'll see how it goes. Saturday, I suppose will be for my parents and I to enjoy, or maybe to play some cards with Grams. Sunday, I'm thinking, will be farewelling, studying, and thennnnnnnnnnnnn super babysitting sleepover with Sarahhhhh, which is always fun. Maybe, if she can find it in her heart to forgive me for unintentionally defacing the sacredness of our friendship with Ali, we can have nachos and scrapbook a little. Maybe.