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I'm just a girl trying to figure some shit out. I don't even know what to write. I'm inspired by the new Florence and the Machine album. Did she write that for me? I'm inclined to think so. I'm in a period of transition. What does that mean? I don't know! Ask me again this time next year and see where I am.

I had a phone conversation this evening with a friend who is having a hard time. Said friend needs a change, and oh does that ring a bell in my soul. This friend wants to move to Portland and live on my couch for a little while. My heart spilled open for this friend, whom I love very much. Do I want someone living on my couch for a month? Not really. But do I know in my heart and soul what it feels like to so desperately long for change? I do. If I had a friend in San Diego that offered me their couch while I looked for work, I have no doubts that I would have been there a long time ago.

Teacher training in La Jolla would be a dream come true. Eight months of hard work, and pure bliss. My free spirit says 'go forth, little yogi', while my bank account says, 'what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuu--??'. Just two days ago, someone told me that I was blessed to be so in touch with my soul. Well, it's a blessing or a curse, depending on how you look at it. Green paper is just another form of energy, this person said. Yes, but you need it! How can I find a way around this? I'm thinking....