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I seem to be getting into the habit of only writing late at night. During the day I always am composing imaginary journal entries in my head, using them as a running commentary of the goings on of the moment, but by the time midnight hits, and I find myself at the computer, it's all left my head. All I clearly remember of "writing" today pertained to my closet...I think. I've now run out of space. One half is filled with my bookshelf, which is overflowing and has books stacked on top of the top row of books, and the other half has my clothes and costumes all squashed into it and the shelf on top has my DVDs and magazines and folders and old music and hats and scarves. I have the hats I've made perched on top of my row of DVDs so they won't get squooshed, but there wasn't any room for my new hat I just finished today, and IT is now on top of the books on my bookshelf. I really need to have Joseph's roomrightnow! I can wait six weeks until he goes away, but I am really really really looking forward to having a closet be a closet (minus bookshelf) and have the room to get a second bookshelf so my extra books won't have to be in crates on the floor.

I talked to someone from the SCA today, and will possibly go to an event or two...I need more outlets for costumey goodness since I can't afford to go to conventions and bask in the non-histortical stuff, and there's nothing historical in West Michigan except for the SCA, so there I'll be. I think. It depends on what the people are like...I want there to be some incredibly talented people who can teach me lots, or at least gel with.....here's hoping.

And I've left Trinity and the post high group for good. It wasn't so much a conscious desision, as a vague feeling combined with circumstances. I do not like going to church by myself. This is a fact. When Rebekah got married, I went more infrequently, and would often take Joseph with me, and he'd always come with me to post-high. When Joseph leaves for the U of M, I will be on my own. Then added to the fact that after two years I wasn't any closer to anyone there than I had been after two months, and I certainly wasn't going to find any kindred spirits, there didn't seem any point in going back. There still doesn't seem any point in going back. I didn't have anything in common with anyone there except for age, and once you get past five or six, you need a bit more than a semi-common birthdate to get along. I won't miss it. I'd rather have Sunday with my family anyway.