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IBL 13

My ankles hurt from standing up for too long today (not that I actually stood for a very long time; I just haven't stood up this long in a while).  Today's camp was not nearly as exhausting as the camps from last year.

I'm so happy the only 2 kids that weren't Christians accepted Jesus as their Savior.  I hope we can make a deep enough impact so that they can apply what they've learned everyday in their lives.  I see how hard bad habits are to break and I'm scared that what we say in the next few days will be quickly forgotten.

That's why I want to do a camp that lasts for 21 days and the kids stay overnight.  I've heard that it takes at least 21 days to form or break a habit, so hence the strange time period.  It would be so awesome if I could ingrain in them the Biblical principles every day and have them abide by the rules 24/7.

I can't believe I'm going to China in 9 days.  I can't believe I'm turning 21 in 19 days.

I'm going OUT of the country in a little over a week?  Why am I not more excited?!  I miss those jitters and queasy stomach feelings I used to get whenever our family was planning an overnight outing or a birthday was coming up.  Why do events cause so little emotion for me nowadays?  And why do people, their character, their quirks and mannerisms, their speeches, their facial expressions, etc. move me so deeply?  Seriously, in the past week, I have said more things were cute than I have in the past year.

I've turned into a social butterfly. My sister doesn't agree. I'm just comparing myself to the 12yo me who had nigh close to no friends and loved life that way.  In fact, I believe that is when my desire to be a hermit was strongest.  Right now, I'm actually enjoying chatting with many people, keeping up with them via email, talking on the phone, etc.  It's quite strange, really.

I found out I can't read aloud well.  And the nastiest part is for some reason, my salivary glands decide to work super hard when I read aloud, so I'm always sucking up amylase matrix.  It's quite disgusting and frustrating.

Just played a bunch of Rachmaninoff's Third Concerto 3rd Movement with sight-reading and muscle memory.  Oh the wonders of the mind and body.  I'm surprised I got through that far!  I'm looking forward to practicing more, but it's probably not going to last long considering I'll be moving out again in a little over a week.

I like this excitement, but it's hard to attain efficiency when I can't define any routines!

I complain a lot, don't I?

It's creepy when kids get hyper on sugar.  It's literally the children's version of drunk. They have no control over their minds.

~CJ

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