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I’d like to start off this blog by apologizing for the previous one. Some times late-night blogs are good to me; other times…well, turn out like that. Sorry.

I’ve been avoiding my time with Him today because I don’t like facing the same stuff I’ve been facing again, and my times with Him force me to get real. So I stole a movie my mom bought from the $5 bin at WalMart and called tonight one of my TARM (Try A Random Movie) nights. Usually these nights flop as badly as my previous blog (have you seen the movie The Box? You get the idea), but I try to remain optimistic. And I think we all know that me being optimistic is a success in and of itself, so I went for it.

The movie was called The Pelican Brief, and I couldn’t get over the fact that there was the word “pelican” in the name. The whole time I was simultaneously waiting for pelicans to fly into the movie, and knowing that rarely do movie titles actually relate to the movie, especially artsy ones. Not that this was an artsy movie. I don’t know. Anyways. The odd thing is that the end of the movie did involve pelicans, and I’m sitting here confused. The other night my co-worker asked me what were the top things that I consider most important in someone I’d marry, and I am realizing that I completely forgot one: someone who understands movies & explains them to me.

I’m not dumb, I’m not. Sometimes my mind just wanders during movies and I miss parts, ok? I need an explainer. I don’t think that’s wrong.

Where am I going with this? Maybe I need to stop these late-night blogs. Maybe I should get out my Bible and face my life. Maybe TARM nights have run their pitiful course. Maybe NOT every time a boy comes to visit me from out of town will turn out to be a disaster. And maybe my last blog wasn’t so bad…

Ha. Yeah, right.


P.S. I cannot fix my indents..I've tried for ten minutes and it's not working...don't judge me. Blame the Nylin teachers at Trinity for their sub-par computer teaching skills.

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