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Thanks to all of you who left me questions, and phooey on those of you who didn’t. Anyhow… here they are. Also, if you still want to leave me questions on the original post, I’ll be glad to answer them for you here.

Bobbi-Lee asked: What do you plan to be/do when you “grow up” (leave school etc) and why?

In a perfect world, I would love to travel, anywhere, just to learn the language and soak up the culture of each country. Maybe I’d be working on a novel, or maybe I’d be freelancing (web design, of course), or who knows? I’d love to go to Israel. Or Italy. Or Scotland. Or Germany…

In a realistic (yuck) world, I see myself in a little house with a big yard for my cat collection… working on that novel or freelancing or teaching or whatever the Lord would have me do.

And in the near-ish future… I’d just like to get into college and be able to stay there without completely going broke.

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Amanda started this… just so you all know.

This is what I want you to do. At the bottom of this post, click the comment link. Now, I want you to leave me a comment and ask me any question that you want me to answer in my next post. It can be anything within reason… from the meaning of life, to my feelings on cats.

I don’t care if you’ve never met me, are my best friend, know me, don’t know me, or your computer is conspiring against your typing skills… ask a question. I’m hoping this will inspire some conversation. Plus, if you’ve got a site, I’ll link back to it. And I’ll give you an e-cookie if you really want one.

So… ask away!

That’s right. I’ve got a “real life” project this week: my bedroom.

No, I’m serious. I have no idea how it happened… my room usually stayed mostly neat. Maybe not the most exciting of rooms, but not a total mess. Over the last couple of months or so, it’s been getting steadily worse and worse… messy and cluttered and unorganized, as well as thoroughly uninteresting.

Let me turn around and make a quick survey of my room. Oh goodness, I don’t know if I want to do that again. I’ll try and describe it to you because I’m not going to embarrass myself with photos. (more…)