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I don't know if I've ever felt so full of life as I have this summer. I want to share that with you.

posted by paul @ 1:01 AM

I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew.

I am not engaged, although the climate seems to be accommodating for such a proposal. It doesn't really matter if we all agree with what you do, it just matters that you're totally convinced that it's the right thing to do, and we'll be happy for you. My new motto is going to be a derivative of "Own that shit," something a little more family friendly, but still getting the point across.

It's been a hell of a week. I didn't see it coming, I'm not sure I believe it, but I'm glad it happened. It's so nice when life is educational and enjoyable at the same time.

There's exactly one week left at work, there's two weeks before homework.

Working at the on-campus movie rental place is like playing tennis with a lob machine. Let's see what he can do with it.

posted by paul @ 1:39 AM

Days can be so strange. I suppose it makes sense for even the best summers to be peppered with lonely days. When I get the funk, I've tried to create or arrange. Good things out of rough times, helps to tilt the scale on a awkward three months.

Our regional conference overlaps the Revel. It doesn't look like I'll be playing percussion after all. There were no words for how I felt at that moment of discovery.

posted by paul @ 9:35 PM

I could write forever.

We're learning what makes us different. We're identifying the things that we like, and we're finding the ways our upbringing has turned us into the people we have become. This summer has been fulfilling in fifteen ways I never expected it to be.

This afternoon, under blue skies, six friends sat and made music in the summer breeze.

Tomorrow, I play my handmade cajon in a pink room with 15 ladies who know how to dance. They are a great group of people, the kind of people you hope you will get to know someday, if only for a short while.

Yesterday, young Patterick and I got to attend a private moving sale where everything was free. Read that again. I don't even know what to say.

I want to learn to not care when people don't reciprocate. Or at least not to become bitter. The joy should be in facilitating joy, not receiving it. I'm not sure if that's even feasible, but I do like to cook.

Come over and I'll cook and we'll have a whale of a time. A whale of a time.

posted by paul @ 10:49 PM

"I don't think anyone's been friends long enough to see Paul in wet boxers."

posted by paul @ 7:54 AM