April 26, 2005


  • Mystery Girl spoke with me, briefly, today. There was a soft knock at my door, and there she was. She wanted to update me on a sort of medical concern she had looked at. Nothing huge, but I was so scared I was about to receive an “I have a brain tumor” talk that my heart was pounding audibly. But everything is fine. Phew. Then she had to leave. Drat.


    I still haven’t been able to talk to her. However, that short moment was wonderful, the first in over a week. My hopes are still low, though, that this will work out. But that is just me and my yet-to-be-wrong paranoia. I wish I’d lose a bet with myself some day, you know?



    “Is it so very odd that I seek a treasure that cannot be held, but only cherished? See gold not for its weight or look but merely its value? Cannot I prize a masterpiece not for its perfection, but for the sake of its Creator and the beauty the piece brings to my hall? Cannot I long for a lovely place not for its verdant pastures, cathedral forests, or golden flowers but because I feel at home there?”


    (Excerpt from a poem written 4/13/05)

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  • It seemed like there were going to be quite a few people going to UNI next year, but now that I think about it, these are the only people that I know of for sure:
    Mackenzie Lorenzen, Megan Corkery, Drew Kreman, Keri Samuelson
    I think there are five people going to Wartburg and five to ISU and four to UofI.

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