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com·pen·sate v.
com·pen·sat·ed, com·pen·sat·ing, com·pen·sates v. tr.

1. To offset; counterbalance.
2. To make satisfactory payment or reparation to; recompense or reimburse: Management compensated us for the time we worked.
3. To stabilize the purchasing power of (a monetary unit) by changing the gold content in order to counterbalance price variations.

It's been a whole week, seven full days, and all I could churn out was one measly post. (which I ended up deleting anyway_) I'm assuming it has something to do with the fact that my inspiration is currently on hold. A couple Sunday's ago, I made a to-do list, it went as follows.

• monday: finish cleaning, tidying and vacuuming room. YES!
  
• tuesday: suntan (!?), dinner at grandma's with family. YES!
  
• wednesday: print out and drop of resumes, job-hunt. YES! ..fail.
  
• thursday: chill, pirates of the caribbean two, taryn's house. YES!
  
• friday: stampede!!, see our lady peace, have insane fun, kayla's house. (!?) YES! besides seeing olp and kayla's house.
  
• saturday: trampoline! lolz. undecided. NO..

And of course I had this week as well, but as it was unplanned and spontaneous, I mostly sat at home, bored out of my large, solid skull. I did go to Maggie's house twice though, and I did laundry, and I spent Friday with Asmaa, Ashly and Taryn. I could also add the completion of a 700 piece 3D Victorian Mansion puzzle to the list, and lunch with the family. Last night I cleaned out and re-organized my music folder, which is a large accomplishment. And as of Wednesday I've been producing marvelous masterpieces with my watercolors and to-be-recycled cardboard. I have 11 so far, four were requested. What an interesting word I just typed by accident! Requestions. &accidentures. lol. Taryn and I created our own language, and we have the basics down pat. Wetzel, Woodchucks Building Supplies! The smell of permanent markers remind me of growing up, and all of the places I've been. I quite enjoy when scent triggers memory. Whenever I close my eyes I hear the MSN noise, the familiar BUHBUHBOOP that I've grown so accustomed to. I'm really tired, and I hate putting off journalling. Both online and actual. My eye ache has returned. It's too late, I really need sleep. Hopefully I'll remember to keep on this. I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about Riley Park tomorrow. Until then,

love always, xo.