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I love Bellingham in spring. The sun shining this morning was a an absolute delight. So this is the Bellingham I've heard about.

Strangely, I find myself being bored a fair amount. My afternoon classes are going to keep me from hiking as much as I'd like to this quarter, which is going to be a bummer. I've been to the rock wall twice, and had a terrible time both times. I can't climb anything anymore.

I haven't had any classes yet, so we'll have to see what that does to the boredom level around here. There's a book that I have been reading called The Journey of Desire by John Eldredge, and it was recommended to be by my mother after a conversation following the same lines. Despite a poorly chosen title if you ask me, since it seems to allude to some white-trash romance novel, it's really an interesting book. I'll let you know how it goes. I'll probably wind up recommending it, but it's too early in the book to tell.

I should find something productive to do. Because there's no way that this is.