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| - i'm looking forward to being able to watch snl videos online
- i'm looking forward to listening to pandora.com again!
[begin serious thought]
also, i need to stop staying up late looking up through facebook the half-thousand people who graduated high school my year. shoot, even checking up on friends and what they're up to and is a blackhole; i must not let myself get sucked into the comparison game.
i mean, i escaped from worms and parasites since africa, i've only 5 days left with almost 50 people that have travelled the world with me, have prayed and prophesied over me, loved me when i was unloveable, in effin' costa rica, and i'm going home and i'll see my family and friends who love me unconditionally as best as they can.
so eff off, self-pity.
[end serious thought].
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| my days have been numbered and now the number is very small. as of tomorrow that number is 6.
6 days from tomorrow, i hop on a plane from san jose, costa rica to ft. lauderdale, fl. and then go through some customs ish and then another plane to myrtle beach, sc. and then another plane to boston, ma; by the time i arrive at beantown, it'll be 11:30 p.m. then i get to wait about 4 hours until i check in to my jet blue flight to jfk where mom and/or brother will pick me up.
then, i go home and i will:
- sleep and not wake up until noon (or later).
- shower.
- eat (a true bagel with generous schmear of cream cheese? a slice of baked ziti pizza? or some sushi? maybe a bit of all of the above?!)
- get my nails did, legs waxed, and face. . . facialed.
- eat mom's food.
- sleep.
not sure what will happen the day after that. maybe i will wake up in time to watch the ellen degeneres show. play the piano. condense my fb photo albums. go to the library. hopefully my car is registered somewhere and driveable so i can practice being behind the wheel again.
anyway. it's been surreal. i'm in costa rica and while most of my fellow racers went to the beach and surfed, i went to a private christian hospital to make sure i'm not infested with parasites.
and i don't feel like i missed out at all, strangely enough. mostly because i was amazed at how nice the hospital is. my chest got x-rayed, my bone density was tested, got blood drawn from my right arm, peed and pooped in cups (one for each kind of sample), got suction cups stuck to my legs and chest for an ekg, poked and prodded here and there (this is not a chronological list). in between the tests and check-up, i got breakfast, which was part of my "comprehensive basic check-up package". i was prescribed an inhaler and anti-inflammatory meds for my cough.
all that stuff cost $292. insurance should cover that, some if not all.
how much would all of that have cost me back home, sans insurance? [shudders]
home sweet home, unresolved health-care reform and all.
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| today, i taught some romanian kids how to make a balloon and a crane. i only wish i had remembered how to make other things, like a frog, a turtle and stars. origami as children's ministry tool = success! | | |
| so for no reason, i just decided i'd not to include my "relationship status" in my facebook profile. i didn't think i'd have to, but i did end up having to clarify that not being listed as single doesn't mean i'm not single anymore. it just means that piece of information about me is not available on facebook. that's all.
"relationship status" sounds funny to me the more i think about it. what's the status of my relationships? mostly good, all things considered. and really, isn't facebook just one big relationship status indicator?
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| quote of the day:
you don't get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
- cecil baxter.
sounds like the gospel to me.
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