Cough Cough.

It has been awhile. But as of late, I have had a very strange urge to blog.
Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog.

All of the posts below this one are about Arvind. Oh my, how the times have changed. Arvind is now one of my best friends. and I tell him my deepest secrets. and I yell at him as if he were my son. And he still gives me the tightest and most meaningful hugs. But I don't cry about him anymore. And I am happy to give him girl advice. And he is happy to give me boy advice. And he can still say I have been one of the most important people in his life and always will be. Most importantly. I can say.. I AM NO LONGER SAD AND I AM NO LONGER JEALOUS. I want to scream that from the top of Mount Kilaminjaro. VICTORY, AT LAST!!!!!!!!

Today is my very best friend, soul mate, sister, and often times girlfriend's birthday. Not sure I could call myself sane or fun, or even FUNNY without a Jenna Huhn. Unfortunately on this blessed July 1st, 2010 I am a sick bird with watery eyes, phlegm explosion, and ears-a-poppin. Exciting! Hopefully this passes sooner then later.

So if I could make this poem more friend like I wish I could. I just think it is all of the pretty things and I wanted to post it somewhere:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)
i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Edward Estlin Cummings

I hope someone wants to tattoo that on their body in my name some day.

My mind has been a whirlwind lately. Not sure I am very happy about that. I'm usually just happiest when riding my bike. or when I am watching TV from my lap top under my quilt. Or when I am taking naps at Goodale park with my best friend. Or when the homeless guys selling their newspapers next to Dunkin Doughnuts give me high fives and gently smirk at me.

My life is going to dramatically change in 80 or so days. In 80 or so days I will be looking around me in dismay. and just nodding my head yes, or shaking it no. maybe will be looking and or feeling a little bit weird in my new city/town/village. i am hoping i will not be eating meat filled products. i also hope to have new friendships and bonds. new adventures. and new admirers. and to read an abundance of books. and to be possibly more creative then I ever have been. I hope leaving for 27 months with the Peace Corps to Macedonia is the right thing for me to do. I can't see what else could be better.