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pardon my dust. i'm turning it into glitter.

another week...

     have you ever wondered what it would be like to view yourself from someone else's perspective? to be able to step out of your skin and take a good hard look at how you move, listen to how your voice sounds, watch those facial expressions that can only be teased out by life (as opposed to a mirror), evaluate how you react to certain situations or people, and finally be able to see if those jeans really make your butt look fat. i don't know. i definitely have. well, not about the butt part. i've kinda lost hope on that one. haha.

     so i'm starting to put out some feelers. i've run the first couple chapters of my story through a series of revisions and am sending it out to a couple people to see where they think it's going. i'll be finished with the third chapter pretty soon, at which point it can be sent to an agent/publisher for professional insight on where it's going. i really need to start getting serious about it. a friend of mine and i have been bandying ideas around, which has been kind of exciting.

     i've also sorta agreed to do something extremely stupid. i'm running in a race. stop laughing. a good friend of mine, bj, (who also happens to be my pastor) saw me running the other night, so sunday morning he and his wife (sue) asked if i wanted to be the third link in their half-marathon relay. 4.3 miles. haha. oh my. i told him i'd think about it, but it's a possibility. the point here is to finish, not to win.

     school is pointless. anyway, i need to get ready for work. caramel apple cider, anyone? later.

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