I'm not at all entirely sure what I should be writing about right now. My brain is full of a million different ideas, but some of them are bad, some of them would be poorly timed, and some of them are only half baked. So here I sit, in front of a large blank screen, with nothing but half planned posts and chocolate.
I suppose I could start off by saying that 2pm on Friday the 4th of January couldn't get here fast enough. It was bad enough that TheBoy was gone in the first place, and then there was stuff and things that made it all the more difficult to just sit and wait for him to come home. Waiting in anticipation for him to come back, I had that wonderful type of excitement and nervousness for an event that doesn't allow you to sleep for very long and minutes pass like hours.
But then it was 12:30 in the afternoon and I loaded my things in my little white car, hugged my momma goodbye and headed for the airport to pick up that sweet boy. I parked in a metered space and sat on a bench inside the airport, impatiently waiting for him to walk through the gate. Slowly people were showing up and meeting their families and I could tell they were on the flight from Seattle because of how they were dressed. You know what I'm talking about. Plaid shirts, slouchy hats, hipster glasses.
And there was TheBoy, black jacket, jeans, island-tanned skin, freckly face and the best smile. He put his arm around me and kissed me as we walked down to baggage claim to get the rest of his things. Can I just tell you that, boy, I don't think I've ever been that glad to see somebody.
We drove back to Moscow from the airport. He talked about his trip and about his family, a little of this and a little of that.
I'm having trouble gauging how much detail to get into, because to me the little things are the big things, but then I don't want to bore everyone to tears with an hour long blog post that no one wants to read in minute detail. But really, the things that make me like this boy so much are things that no one catches. The small quirks that are shared just between us.
Like the way he holds my hand in the car, or touches my head, or plays with my hair. He kisses my forehead and I just don't want to move when he's got me in both his arms and my head is resting just perfectly on his chest. I don't know if I should share those moments, or keep them to myself. But when he told me to write about all that I did this weekend, those are the things that are replaying over and over in my mind.
Maybe other people would write about the walks they went on, the games they played, the movies they watched - because we do all those things too. I was introduced to Hook this weekend - with Robin Williams and Julia Roberts - and I really liked it. T Lily was around this weekend too and brought with her all the whirlwind of emotions that come with reconnecting with your best friend after spending six months apart. She is the coolest, I tell you what. But in the end, I just write about the things that matter to me.
So this weekend was a lot of things, and if I had to pick my favorite part I don't think that I could do it. Maybe I would say there was a moment at a restaurant where he said something that I don't know if he knew he said it, but it's been stuck in my brain ever since. Or maybe I would tell you about how he plays his new guitar and something about the sound makes me feel lonely but connected at the very same time and I never want him to stop playing ever. Or maybe my favorite part is just being near to him.
Everything about this relationship surprises me. Nothing turns out the way that I think it will, which so far is a really good thing.
So there you go, that was my weekend.
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Monday, January 24, 2011
Painting Might Be The Death Me But At Least Jesus Still Loves Me
You know, I have never really worried about buying school supplies. We've always had the money, even if I had the cheap versions of what I needed. Getting the plain folders instead of the brightly colored Lisa Frank creations. Ten cent spiral notebooks instead of the Five Star multi subject notebooks. At least I had what I needed, right? Even if it wasn't always what I wanted.
Last semester I headed into the school year with six hundred dollars in my bank account left over from my summer job as a camp counselor. That money went towards my textbooks, supplies for my Printmaking class, food, and sometimes dinner with Prince or a new pair of shoes. I was making about 200 dollars a paycheck from the coffee shop, so I was never too low on cash.
But then I went a whole month during Christmas vacation without working or getting paid, and even though I didn't spend an inordinate amount of money, because I had no new cash flowing into my bank account, it started to dwindle. And I ended up starting out Spring semester with less than 200 dollars to my name.
And that money has been spent on more school supplies and food. I am in two studio classes this semester, and one of them is Painting. Now, I've never really like painting - it's always been my least favorite art medium. For multiple reasons - it's expensive, I hate getting it on my clothes, and I hate trying to figure out how to mix colors.
All those starving artists you hear about are mostly painters. Because paint is costly. And the paint I need comes in small tubes and they cost about seven dollars a piece, depending on what color you need. They can be as expensive at fifteen dollars. And then if you want a bigger tube, well that costs even more money. Thirty seven dollars for a 200 mL tube of zinc white paint? Yeah, I'd rather die. I was glad that wasn't the kind I needed because there's no way I can afford that.
Anyway, after I depleted my bank account buying more art supplies for the most insanely expensive class this far into my college career, I cried a lot. I died a little inside. I whined about being so broke. I've never been so broke that I couldn't get school supplies. And now, I have almost no money in the bank and I still need more paint brushes and more tubes of paint.
It's ridiculous.
But then, I ran into a friend from high school on my way out to my car after lunch. He is an art major too. He asked me how I was doing, and then asked "Why just okay?" So I told him about my painting class. He asked who my instructor was and how I liked the class. I told him that so far I hated the class. We haven't done anything because not everyone had all the supplies they needed last class, and today I still didn't have everything I needed and I was just hoping that I could make it through today's three hour scheduled torture device.
And guess what?
He had some of the supplies that I was missing. And guess what else? He let me have them. Not all of them, because he still needed some, but I got some Titanium White, Crimson, two mason jars and two new paint brushes.
So, I still need a few more paints and brushes, but at least I can survive a little bit longer than I originally planned. And I just can't thank my friend enough. Or Jesus, because I feel like He planned for it to happen. I was so upset after I came out of Michael's having spent so much money on such necessary stuff, that to have what other things I needed handed to me was quite the blessing!
Last semester I headed into the school year with six hundred dollars in my bank account left over from my summer job as a camp counselor. That money went towards my textbooks, supplies for my Printmaking class, food, and sometimes dinner with Prince or a new pair of shoes. I was making about 200 dollars a paycheck from the coffee shop, so I was never too low on cash.
But then I went a whole month during Christmas vacation without working or getting paid, and even though I didn't spend an inordinate amount of money, because I had no new cash flowing into my bank account, it started to dwindle. And I ended up starting out Spring semester with less than 200 dollars to my name.
And that money has been spent on more school supplies and food. I am in two studio classes this semester, and one of them is Painting. Now, I've never really like painting - it's always been my least favorite art medium. For multiple reasons - it's expensive, I hate getting it on my clothes, and I hate trying to figure out how to mix colors.
All those starving artists you hear about are mostly painters. Because paint is costly. And the paint I need comes in small tubes and they cost about seven dollars a piece, depending on what color you need. They can be as expensive at fifteen dollars. And then if you want a bigger tube, well that costs even more money. Thirty seven dollars for a 200 mL tube of zinc white paint? Yeah, I'd rather die. I was glad that wasn't the kind I needed because there's no way I can afford that.
Anyway, after I depleted my bank account buying more art supplies for the most insanely expensive class this far into my college career, I cried a lot. I died a little inside. I whined about being so broke. I've never been so broke that I couldn't get school supplies. And now, I have almost no money in the bank and I still need more paint brushes and more tubes of paint.
It's ridiculous.
But then, I ran into a friend from high school on my way out to my car after lunch. He is an art major too. He asked me how I was doing, and then asked "Why just okay?" So I told him about my painting class. He asked who my instructor was and how I liked the class. I told him that so far I hated the class. We haven't done anything because not everyone had all the supplies they needed last class, and today I still didn't have everything I needed and I was just hoping that I could make it through today's three hour scheduled torture device.
And guess what?
He had some of the supplies that I was missing. And guess what else? He let me have them. Not all of them, because he still needed some, but I got some Titanium White, Crimson, two mason jars and two new paint brushes.
So, I still need a few more paints and brushes, but at least I can survive a little bit longer than I originally planned. And I just can't thank my friend enough. Or Jesus, because I feel like He planned for it to happen. I was so upset after I came out of Michael's having spent so much money on such necessary stuff, that to have what other things I needed handed to me was quite the blessing!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Hydros Do A Lot For Your Mental Stability
I woke up this morning starving, groggy, and nervous. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to go anywhere. I didn't want to do anything except lay in my bed all warm and cozy and pretend that I didn't have the scariest doctor's appointment ever at 8:30.
Clad in my Vandal sweatpants and Twinlow sweatshirt, I piled into the car shivering. I rode shot gun, and theKeeper sat behind me. We talked about random various things that I really don't remember, and then we pulled into the parking lot of the oral surgeon, much to the hatred of my nervously shaking inside parts. I had been texting Princey because he was at the doctor's today too and couldn't be with me to hold my hand.
We trudged inside the building, looked over the appropriate paper work and had our very own hospital bracelets secured on our right wrists. They called theKeeper back first. I sat in the waiting room flipping through pictures on my phone and texting my boyfriend. I found this gem that I didn't even know existed!
And then I was led into an operating room, where I got to sit in a big beige chair with velcro arm restraints. My heart rate quickened. I really don't exactly why I was so nervous or scared. I kept telling myself that it will all be okay, but nevertheless my voice was shaking and my heart pounded in my chest.
The nurse came in to give me and IV drip. She talked about putting all my nervousness into my fist so she could find a vein for the needle. I hate needles. I turned my head to face the other direction while she gently tapped my arm and rubbed some cool liquid on my skin. My pulse raced.
And then it felt like a bee stung me and it was all over. She gave me some anti-biotic and talked about football and art work. She was surprised that they boy in the other room was my brother. We talked about my mom, having to take care of two loopy kids - but you know, if ever someone was capable of that it's totally that woman who raised us. She's phenomenal - plain and simple.
I remember the surgeon coming in the room and asking me questions. She told me she was giving me whatever it was that was going to put me under and I would notice the room getting spinny and then I would feel sleepy. I only vaguely remember feeling like the room was spinning and then nothing.
I don't remember anything until I was back home under a blanket with my sweatshirt back on and I didn't know how I got there. It's the most odd feeling - waking up somewhere and not knowing how you got there. I just closed my eyes again and then I feasted on a giant chocolate milkshake my lovely mother made for me.
Prince Charming came over after all his doctor dealios were over and he just held me. At one point we were both asleep on the couch together. He really is one of my most favorite people.
Overall, I've been pretty out of it all day. My speech is slow, my thoughts are slow, it's really fun to try and walk around the house. Or think. Or do anything except watch television and snuggle up next to my Prince. Tomorrow will be an adventure unto itself.
I think it's bed time.
Clad in my Vandal sweatpants and Twinlow sweatshirt, I piled into the car shivering. I rode shot gun, and theKeeper sat behind me. We talked about random various things that I really don't remember, and then we pulled into the parking lot of the oral surgeon, much to the hatred of my nervously shaking inside parts. I had been texting Princey because he was at the doctor's today too and couldn't be with me to hold my hand.
We trudged inside the building, looked over the appropriate paper work and had our very own hospital bracelets secured on our right wrists. They called theKeeper back first. I sat in the waiting room flipping through pictures on my phone and texting my boyfriend. I found this gem that I didn't even know existed!
And then I was led into an operating room, where I got to sit in a big beige chair with velcro arm restraints. My heart rate quickened. I really don't exactly why I was so nervous or scared. I kept telling myself that it will all be okay, but nevertheless my voice was shaking and my heart pounded in my chest.
The nurse came in to give me and IV drip. She talked about putting all my nervousness into my fist so she could find a vein for the needle. I hate needles. I turned my head to face the other direction while she gently tapped my arm and rubbed some cool liquid on my skin. My pulse raced.
And then it felt like a bee stung me and it was all over. She gave me some anti-biotic and talked about football and art work. She was surprised that they boy in the other room was my brother. We talked about my mom, having to take care of two loopy kids - but you know, if ever someone was capable of that it's totally that woman who raised us. She's phenomenal - plain and simple.
I remember the surgeon coming in the room and asking me questions. She told me she was giving me whatever it was that was going to put me under and I would notice the room getting spinny and then I would feel sleepy. I only vaguely remember feeling like the room was spinning and then nothing.
I don't remember anything until I was back home under a blanket with my sweatshirt back on and I didn't know how I got there. It's the most odd feeling - waking up somewhere and not knowing how you got there. I just closed my eyes again and then I feasted on a giant chocolate milkshake my lovely mother made for me.
Prince Charming came over after all his doctor dealios were over and he just held me. At one point we were both asleep on the couch together. He really is one of my most favorite people.
Overall, I've been pretty out of it all day. My speech is slow, my thoughts are slow, it's really fun to try and walk around the house. Or think. Or do anything except watch television and snuggle up next to my Prince. Tomorrow will be an adventure unto itself.
I think it's bed time.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Dessert Anyone?
IHeartFaces theme this week is "I Heart Dessert" and during my spring break I took pictures of the AWESOME chocolate cake with raspberry filling that I made for my family.
It's hard to do a lot of baking here at college, so I do what I can when I'm home. And it's awesome. And it just makes me want to bake more while I'm away.
Anyway, this cake was made from a box because I haven't branched out and started making things from scratch. It's Betty Crocker I believe - of the chocolate variety.
I mixed the batter and distributed it evenly in two 8" circular baking pans. Then I cut the top off the bottom layer to make it flat and spread raspberry jam across the surface. I placed the top layer over the jam and covered the whole thing with cream cheese frosting.
Then I added sprinkles on top for a little 'flair' :)
To see more tasty desserts or to enter your own picture, hop on over to IHeartFaces by clicking the button below.
It's hard to do a lot of baking here at college, so I do what I can when I'm home. And it's awesome. And it just makes me want to bake more while I'm away.
Anyway, this cake was made from a box because I haven't branched out and started making things from scratch. It's Betty Crocker I believe - of the chocolate variety.
I mixed the batter and distributed it evenly in two 8" circular baking pans. Then I cut the top off the bottom layer to make it flat and spread raspberry jam across the surface. I placed the top layer over the jam and covered the whole thing with cream cheese frosting.
Then I added sprinkles on top for a little 'flair' :)
To see more tasty desserts or to enter your own picture, hop on over to IHeartFaces by clicking the button below.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
It's That One Day Again
Today is Valentine's Day. Some people love this holiday. Some people hate it. Some people don't even call it Valentine's Day - they just refer to it as S.A.D. (Singles Awareness Day).
The argument against Valentine's Day is that why do you just dedicate this one day to loving that significant other? Shouldn't you just love them all the time, everyday? Well, yes, yes you should.
The argument for Valentine's Day is that we are celebrating a priest named Valentine who secretly married couples when marriage was forbidden. But most people don't know that. They just think of Valentine's Day as the one day out of the year when it's perfectly acceptable to be mushy gushy love-y dove-y and have no one judge them.
Personally, I'm not a Valentine's Day fan. But this year Prince Charming and I exchanged small gifts. I got him a card and slippers because he's been complaining about not having any. And he loves them. He got me a hat to match my jacket and a Lights CD because I've been wanting it.
I got swept up in the spirit and Zelda and I painted our fingernails and toenails red and white with hearts on them. I didn't get a picture of her nails, but here's what mine look like and her's are just the inverse.
Happy Valentine's Day ♥
The argument against Valentine's Day is that why do you just dedicate this one day to loving that significant other? Shouldn't you just love them all the time, everyday? Well, yes, yes you should.
The argument for Valentine's Day is that we are celebrating a priest named Valentine who secretly married couples when marriage was forbidden. But most people don't know that. They just think of Valentine's Day as the one day out of the year when it's perfectly acceptable to be mushy gushy love-y dove-y and have no one judge them.
Personally, I'm not a Valentine's Day fan. But this year Prince Charming and I exchanged small gifts. I got him a card and slippers because he's been complaining about not having any. And he loves them. He got me a hat to match my jacket and a Lights CD because I've been wanting it.
I got swept up in the spirit and Zelda and I painted our fingernails and toenails red and white with hearts on them. I didn't get a picture of her nails, but here's what mine look like and her's are just the inverse.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
One of Those Nights
How do I know that I have one of the best boyfriends ever?
Because when I'm in a not-so-great-down-on-myself-pity-party mood, he gets me to talk about it. He tells me that I shouldn't keep things bottled up. (And I know I shouldn't. I spent my entire sophomore year of high school trying to convince my friend Ariel that keeping things inside you just made it harder to like yourself, harder to like the people around, and harder to move on from what was holding you back.)
He holds me and strokes my hair. I don't have to say anything after I've spilled all the beans because he does the talking to make me feel better. Talking to me. Holding me. Running his fingers through my hair....
And then, when all is said and done, he dances with me.
Dances.
In the middle of my dorm room.
Because when I'm in a not-so-great-down-on-myself-pity-party mood, he gets me to talk about it. He tells me that I shouldn't keep things bottled up. (And I know I shouldn't. I spent my entire sophomore year of high school trying to convince my friend Ariel that keeping things inside you just made it harder to like yourself, harder to like the people around, and harder to move on from what was holding you back.)
He holds me and strokes my hair. I don't have to say anything after I've spilled all the beans because he does the talking to make me feel better. Talking to me. Holding me. Running his fingers through my hair....
And then, when all is said and done, he dances with me.
Dances.
In the middle of my dorm room.
heartwarming.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Decorated Anticipation
So today was my last day of work at Twinlow for the summer. I came home to an eye doctore appointment and was told my eyes loved me so much that they needed some glasses. So I'm going to become a very cute 4-eyes and Princey will love me just as much as he did before. He helped pick out my frames.
My mom wanted him to come home with us for dinner.
(She says he's a keeper.)
(And she was keeping a dirty low down rotten secret from me that she almost blabbed about to Princey but thought otherwise.)
She tried to entice him with the lucious pulled pork that was dinner, but even though he would have loved pork over the chicken that was served at his house, still he decided to stay. I think he just missed home - which is understandable because the boy hadn't been there in over a week. Whatevs. He's a lot different than I am in some ways.
BUT as it turns out the real reason my mom wanted him to come home with us was because of the dirty secret that she didn't tell him.
Our Yukon XL in all it's glory pulled into the drive way after 6 o'clock this evening and my beautiful mother hit the door to open the garage. As the door slowly creaked it's way up, it revealed the most amazing thing I've seen all day. (Excluding my friend Vampire's epic display of his newly learned wake boarding talents.)
It was
my
new
car!
I would show you a picture of the epicness that is my new ride, but there are none yet. It's a beautiful white Mitsubishi Lancer and I LOVE IT beyond all reason. Seriously. I probably love my new car as much as Tia loves the Twilight Series. And that's saying something.
Anyway, I suppose I may post something of actual excitment tomorrow for those of you who care. :)
My mom wanted him to come home with us for dinner.
(She says he's a keeper.)
(And she was keeping a dirty low down rotten secret from me that she almost blabbed about to Princey but thought otherwise.)
She tried to entice him with the lucious pulled pork that was dinner, but even though he would have loved pork over the chicken that was served at his house, still he decided to stay. I think he just missed home - which is understandable because the boy hadn't been there in over a week. Whatevs. He's a lot different than I am in some ways.
BUT as it turns out the real reason my mom wanted him to come home with us was because of the dirty secret that she didn't tell him.
Our Yukon XL in all it's glory pulled into the drive way after 6 o'clock this evening and my beautiful mother hit the door to open the garage. As the door slowly creaked it's way up, it revealed the most amazing thing I've seen all day. (Excluding my friend Vampire's epic display of his newly learned wake boarding talents.)
It was
my
new
car!
I would show you a picture of the epicness that is my new ride, but there are none yet. It's a beautiful white Mitsubishi Lancer and I LOVE IT beyond all reason. Seriously. I probably love my new car as much as Tia loves the Twilight Series. And that's saying something.
Anyway, I suppose I may post something of actual excitment tomorrow for those of you who care. :)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
My Friends And Me - Week 13
I Heart Faces and this is week 13! The theme is "my friends and me" and boy do I have a lot of friend pictures. :-) Possibly might have something to do with the fact that me and my friends are all camera obsessed? Maybe? ;-) So it's hard to narrow it down. But I think I have the perfect picture.
Anyhoodle, here is my entry for this week's contest! Not that I'll win anything, mind you. But it's still fun to share. :-) However, I'm not entering in the kids catagory because I don't really feel like I have an extremely good one to show off. Besides that, it's all just my younger sibs anyway. I don't have any of them with their friends! I suppose I should try to change that.
Anyhoodle, here is my entry for this week's contest! Not that I'll win anything, mind you. But it's still fun to share. :-) However, I'm not entering in the kids catagory because I don't really feel like I have an extremely good one to show off. Besides that, it's all just my younger sibs anyway. I don't have any of them with their friends! I suppose I should try to change that.
Adults Entry:
This picture pre-dates all the drama that has happened in the past year. It was taken the summer before our senior year of high school when we were connected at the hip and one didn't go anywhere without the other two. It was full of inside jokes, crazy laughter, late night summer drives with the windows rolled down, and genuine affection for the others. We had our tears and our failures and our rough patches, but we held on to one another. Now that we are growing up, we're spreading out and we're not as close as we once were. But this picture is a good reminder of how simple life really used to be.
Don't forget to head over to iheartfaces.blogspot.com to check out the other entries for this week!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Letters To The Editor
Dear Spring,
What the heck! You were here for a couple days, but now winter is back! What happened? Do you hate me? Do you not like north Idaho anymore? Winter and I are sick of each other and Mother Nature is very disappointed in you. Please return for some tea and crumpets? And possibly some nice visitation hours before Summer comes and chases you out til next year. We all miss you!!
Yours Truly,
Winter's Arch Nemesis
What the heck! You were here for a couple days, but now winter is back! What happened? Do you hate me? Do you not like north Idaho anymore? Winter and I are sick of each other and Mother Nature is very disappointed in you. Please return for some tea and crumpets? And possibly some nice visitation hours before Summer comes and chases you out til next year. We all miss you!!
Yours Truly,
Winter's Arch Nemesis
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Sunday Morning Chocolate
Last night around midnight one of the boys comes into my room. (Let's stick with the whole royal castle theme I've suddenly got going on here and refer to all the boys in the hall as Knights In Shining Armor. Knights go by Sir? Right? So this one will be Sir Justice because he's majoring in something to do with Justice.) So, moving right along, Sir Justice walks into my room and explains that he has not eaten all day and is in fact very hungry. He talks about going to McDonald's - but it's so late that only the drive-thru is open and he doesn't have a car. McDonald's isn't fond of people walking through the drive-thru either. He decides that he is going to go to WinCo because they are open 24 hours. I tell him he should bring me a chocolate muffin because all this talk about food has got me hungry as well.
Sir Justice leaves and I roll over on my bed. The light is on, I have Tyler in my arms and I'm reading Calvin & Hobbes. It's a little after midnight, I tire from my book, so I just am laying on my bed with my eyes shut. I'm thinking about Prince Charming and a few other people and I keep wishing that I just had someone there to talk to me. I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up this morning, my door was shut and my light was off.
Not long after my eyes open, Sir Justice walks into my room with a chocolate muffin! "Cute," he says. "What?" I ask. He hands me the chocolate muffin and says, "I was going to give this to you last night, but you fell asleep. So I closed your door and turned off your light." (How sweet!) But Sir Justice's problem is that he does things that are incredably sweet and then follows it up with something that makes you want to hate him. So it will be interesting to see what he does to me later today. Ha, ha.
So I finished my chocolate muffin, and I'm still laying on my bed exploring the interwebs and reading other people's blogs. Also I've got my PS I Love You playlist going. I watched the movie again last night. Cry everytime! Can you SAY obsessed? Okay, okay, so I'll get over it. I could walk away at any time I wanted...I just don't want to. Yet. *huge grin*
Sir Justice leaves and I roll over on my bed. The light is on, I have Tyler in my arms and I'm reading Calvin & Hobbes. It's a little after midnight, I tire from my book, so I just am laying on my bed with my eyes shut. I'm thinking about Prince Charming and a few other people and I keep wishing that I just had someone there to talk to me. I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up this morning, my door was shut and my light was off.
Not long after my eyes open, Sir Justice walks into my room with a chocolate muffin! "Cute," he says. "What?" I ask. He hands me the chocolate muffin and says, "I was going to give this to you last night, but you fell asleep. So I closed your door and turned off your light." (How sweet!) But Sir Justice's problem is that he does things that are incredably sweet and then follows it up with something that makes you want to hate him. So it will be interesting to see what he does to me later today. Ha, ha.
So I finished my chocolate muffin, and I'm still laying on my bed exploring the interwebs and reading other people's blogs. Also I've got my PS I Love You playlist going. I watched the movie again last night. Cry everytime! Can you SAY obsessed? Okay, okay, so I'll get over it. I could walk away at any time I wanted...I just don't want to. Yet. *huge grin*
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