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A thought occurred to me today, while reading the newspaper. One thing I'd like to do someday is read a newspaper cover to cover. Every. Single. Word.

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I am not, as a rule, a moron.
Moron: idiot: a person of subnormal intelligence.
Tuesday was different. It started out normal enough. I went to work, did work rather slowly because I was feeling so tired and a bit alone after nationals ending. But when I got home I got an idea. A wonderful, awful idea. No, really. I decided I'd like to go to borders, which is right by the mall about nine miles from our house. After discussion with Hayley and Kristen, we...Kristen decided that I'd take the bus, instead of biking. Well, my dad was going to Wal-mart so he was going to drop me off at the bus stop. We got there right on time, 12:15. I sit down and wait, then I see a sign saying that the buses arrival fluctuates....fifteen to twenty minutes. Foolish me figured that buses were like trains, they're always on time! Not so, I am a moron. Now I figure I must have missed the bus, so I sit down and figure I'll just have to wait for the next bus (at, or around 1:15) I settle down with Till we have faces on the curb. Well, a few minutes go by and I look up to see the bus driving past me! The bus I want to be on.
So I did what any self respecting romantic would do. I chased it. With my book in hand flailing back and forth as I atttempted to get their attention, or catch up at the red light. I did not catch that bus...this time.
I started to walk forlornly back to the bus stop. Then I realized that if I walked down to the busstop at city hall, maybe a ten minute walk, I'd be able to shave off five minutes of waiting. So, I went with that idea. Reading as I walked, I headed for the library first (I had pleanty of time.) I went in there for a couple of minutes, checked to see if they had "the perks of being a wallflowers", a book I'd heard of once somewhere or other. They didn't.

Then I decided to walk toward city hall, it was about twelve fifty. As I was walking...I saw the bus pass me...again. they weren't supposed to be there for another...twenty minutes (this bus stop was every hour at ten past...or so) So I chased that bus too. I didn't catch that one either.
I sat at the busstop some more, hoping that the bus would be back at 1:10 when it was supposed to. It wasn't. I knew it wouldn't come before it didn't come. I went into Snookies liquor store across the street and bought a milkyway bar. Yum.

My afternoon minutes began to slip by. It was all good though, because I spent them reading Till We Have Faces, which is probably what I would have done if I had been at home. This way was much more fun. I waited for the 2:10. It got there probably around two. I don't really recall. I was reading. It picked up two people right in front of me. (It's a very good book) I lifted my head just in time to see it pulling out...so I chased it a third time. At this point I'm thinking that I'm going to miss the same bus three times in one afternoon. So...I think of Eric Liddell. Where he siad he ran the first half of the race with all his might and then prayed to God to run the rest for him. So...I chased the bus with all my might. And I caught it at another stop. I as out of breath. through the missing of the second bus, and almost missing the third this one man had seen me run and fail. He was on the bus, surprisingly enough. He paid for my fair. I think he felt bad for me. :P So, I settled down in the bus with my backpack on my lap and my book in my hand.

I don't really know how to get to the solomon pond mall (the borders is right next to it). But all the places we passed looked intimately familiar. But...as we passed more and more familiar places they began to breed contempt. This was the sort of "going to Framminghan" familiar. Frammingham is a way from the mall...a far way. I had gotten on this bus too late. The entire bus ride was something like an hour and forty minutes. I finished Till We Have Faces on the way. So, I finally made it all nine miles to borders at arond three thirty. Two and a half hours to go a twenty minute car ride from home. I walked around a bit in borders and got a hot chocolate to smooth my dry throat.

My phone rang. "Hey Mom"
"Hey. Katie kind of wants to go there, so we're gonna drive out to borders and you can just come back with us."
Not a word Michael...not a word.

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Me: "Life is hard."

Mr. Au: "It gets harder." 

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"Laundry day, see you there..."

Laundry: Garments or white goods that can be cleaned by laundering. (I'd like to note that this definition is self containing, a loop, like an acronym that contains that very acronym. e. g. ACRONYM Acronym's Can Repeat, Orating No Yieldable Meaning. Now isn't that fun?) 

I did laundry today. :) It's Jonathan's day to do laundry, but he went to work, so the washer and dryer are free. I feel like a rebel. I keep my laundry basket in the bathroom, right by the washer and dryer. Some people decided they'd put their clothes in that basket too. It's really annoying. Well, for the past weeks I've cleaned pretty much everyone's clothes in the house on Saturdays, because they all have this compulsion to leave their dirty jeans in my bright red mesh container. Not today! Some of the clothes I found on the bottom of this basket I am sure are mine, though I do not remember wearing them in the past month. Some of these clothes don't even fit anymore. I lied about that last part. Anyway, I found a lot of socks at the bottom which is good because  I needed socks. Doing this laundry makes me really happy because I've needed to do it forever. I've been surviving on three sets of clothes that I wash every few days, every once and a while washing someone elses clothes when Saturday rolls around.

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Is waiting wasting? What is nonsense? Does the fact that nonsense makes me happy make it sensical (One of the rare words that is only a word with a prefix). So...why do people smile in pictures? To make themselves look better, that's the idea. We look better with a smile on our face. But people give fake smiles in pictures, making them look manufactured, or even apprehensive (this one is my favorite fake smile, the one that makes the smiler took apprehensive, as if someone is about to do something very stupid and they want to sort of smile at it...but at the same time say "I don't think that's a good idea"). Is thinking actually worth while for itself? Is anything worth while for itself other than bringing God glory? Is it really human rights that are valuable or is upholding God's laws and uphold God's desire for the way the world to be that is valuable? Is every value pragmatic? Am I making this post becuase I think the ideas are interesting or because I'm waiting? Or because I'm waiting and realized that I haven't posted in a while?

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