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photograph taken from my sister and adjusted.

a busy week has kept my mind occupied. helping me to mature were my westside church friends at homegroup on monday night, and bringing me back to my mid-to-late teenage years were mxpx on tuesday night. that's right- mxpx. but even that was an instance of maturation; if they had truly brought me back to the middle of my adolescence, i still would have been the oldest person at the punk rock show. the twelve-year-old girls beside me laughed condescendingly when mike herrera and i were the only ones shouting out the lyrics to my life story. they snickered again when i asked who hedley is. and they scoffed when bryan and i left before finding out.

i took wednesday and thursday off and was absolutely contented to do nothing as long as it wasn't work. and that's just about exactly what i did. or didn't do. what i mean is that i didn't really do anything. although i think that i spent more money on food and drink this week than i actually earned. i don't know if i feel guilty about that or not. but what i don't feel guilty about whatsoever, in fact what i feel unequivocally mirthful about, is that my last day at my job is march 31st. following closely on the heels of my upcoming emancipation will be many contrasting emotions. all of them are strong although they are mixing together into various shades of uncertainty: happiness is the same as sadness, excitement intermingles with anxiety, welcome is infused with regret. i'm leaving vancouver.