It's been a while. Since I wrote last, I have survived my 25th birthday, The Grammy going back into the hospital and now a rest home for a cracked pelvis, a debrief of my Arkansas project, driving a sketchy cargo van to Oakland, Life After AmeriCorps Day of workshops and info sessions, two weeks of transition, a roadtrip up to home and back down to Sacramento via the Oregon/California coast, a cavity filling, mountains of paperwork, etc.
As you can see, I've been busy.
And tired.
Let's see if I can muster up some creativity for the next installment of 100...
61. I don't read half of the magazines that I buy/ that are given to me.
62. I could sleep all day and not feel guilty about not doing anything productive.
63. Organizing, labeling and rearranging the music on my Itunes makes me happy and calm.
64. I don't remember the reasons for a lot of my big life decisions thus far (about college, my major, why I do what I do)
65. I can't picture myself doing anything past August 8, 2008. It's a big blank.
66. I have a tattoo of "I Love You" in American Sign Language on my left foot. It is in honor of The Momma and The Grammy.
67. I love to going to coffee shops and reading for hours with some chai tea or hot cocoa
68. Whenever I hear that someone is going to Portland, I insist that they go to Powell's City of Books. To me, it is Mecca for all people who like to read.
69. Taking care of people makes me happy.
70. I want to live a simplified, clutter-free life. I just need to get rid of the clutter.
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