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| Enneagram madness.
If you haven't taken your enneagram yet, you should:
http://www.9types.com/newtest/
I'm using this in therapy right now. It's already done wonders...
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| trip planning makes me tired and sleepy. now i can kind of appreciate the lure of the tour group, but i am still anti.
ughs i am so sick of facebook. i mean, there are countless benefits to said site, but still...what a time-suck. i think i am going to implement a self- onedayoftheweeknointernet rule. and just go outside and enjoy nature, read a good book. i wish someone would calculate how much time i waste on the internet doing absolutely nothing. need some shock therapy.
i am so effing broke right now. i very much dislike being a non-taxpaying adult. had to spend $650 on new tires this week because mine were all shredded. sadface. and wow, a $53 dollar parking ticket in sf. and even better, a $2750 bill from stanford for my fateful kidney infection visit. yay.
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| finding my inspiration...
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| There is a homeless woman sleeping in the living room.
This is how I know I am now far removed from being a college student - this is just surreal to me. How very "InterVarsity", having a homeless person stay with you in your living room. I haven't interacted with her much, but from what I have gleaned from my sister's roommates' conversations, her name is Jane and she just had some sort of surgery. And she wets herself. So the apartment smells like piss now.
We're missing church this morning because no one else could "babysit" her. So I'm sitting here, watching her breath rise and fall, wondering what her life story is. Wondering if I were homeless, which college student would take me in. But the truth is, I will never be homeless. No matter what I do, I have all these security nets around me. My mother, my sister, my friends, even my estranged father would help me. This is a product of my privilege and of my culture. So I wonder about Jane and where her family is and why she is on the streets. Does she have children? Was she ever married? What did she do in her 20s? I look at her calloused, ugly, worn out feet and I want to wash them and kiss them and put lotion on them. (Yes...I have a feet thing). I want to love her but I don't know how. Especially because I am a little bit annoyed at her for making me miss church on my only weekend in San Diego.
Watching this woman, I realize how far my heart and convictions have wandered from my college days. Where is Jesus in my life? I don't know anymore.
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I love my sister. So so much. She surprised me last night and took me to the Ingrid Michaelson concert at the House of Blues in Downtown SD. What made it so great was I was supposed to go next week in SF, but had to sell my ticket so that I could pick her up at the airport (she's flying home to surprise my mum). So I was bummed I was missing the concert - but I got to go anyway! Ingrid was ammmmaazzzinggg. i may have a small girl crush on her now.
Don't really want this weekend to end.
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