In Which I Write A Blog Post In My Journal (Or a journal entry on my blog…)

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Deery, 

 I has redeemed myself. And it is quite the nice feeling to redeem yourself, lemme tell ya. 

Mom cut back my curfew to 9 pm, deery. 9. Stinking. PM. WHY. 😥 she says it’s to make sure my mind is properly rested, but I think it’s unfair, I do. 

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Although, if I’m gonna be completely honest, *whispers* I’m kinda grateful that I have a curfew? ‘Cause now I am forced to prioritize and pick what’s really important and that’s a good thing. So curfew doesn’t really stink. I guess. It’s cool for the most part. 

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I got to video chat J and R this afternoon, so that was really, totally 110 percently,  a TON of fun. I wuv these weirdos a lot. We were *supposed* to be doing Bible study, but we ended up fangirling– personing over His Story the musical. We could literally talk for forever and there was would be no way on earth we could stop coming up with things to talk about. But we had to stop, of course. Because I had (have, still) a book to finish.

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Anyway, J’s nagging cough cough death threats actually paid off. I wrote 4k today. 4k!!! That’s the most I’ve ever written. EVER. How awesome is that? 4 more k to go, heh, but I got this. God’s got me. It’s not over til it’s over. 😀 

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Mom heard some of the songs I was playing and asked if I could play them at dinner time. So I did. Guess what? Dad now likes His Story the musical. HEHEHEHEEHEHE. HEH. 🙂

I’m kinda scared that at the end of all this, something bad will happen, but like I told J, I just gotta keep trusting God. Where is He gonna take me? I don’t know. 

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And I can’t wait. 

 

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12 thoughts on “In Which I Write A Blog Post In My Journal (Or a journal entry on my blog…)

  1. The end isn’t bad Jo. The end is the beginning. I know you know but I’m just saying it anyway. The end isn’t scary, it’s not something to worry about. In the end we go HOME. I can’t wait, and I know you know that too. Good job on the word count!
    Ugh, curfews are hard. Mine is 11 o’clock, but I struggle to keep it XD

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