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In a text-based world, I'm beautiful. My favorite things in life: *cocoa *hugs *banana paraphernalia (chips, smoothies, ice cream....) *knowing that I am understood. *good pens/pencils *writing down my thoughts *serving *conversations of the deep sort. *spending time with those that I love. *a cleansing bunch of noise once in a while *quiet the rest of the time *blogging my lil heart out *understanding *noticing the little things that generally don't matter. *being just a little bit different *pretending to be a poser "You must do the things you think you cannot do." -Eleanor Roosevelt. This is straightforwardly me. |
| I've been a bummer so far this summer. I don't know quite what's up with me, but I have not been myself. Relationships have been harder to keep/form Talking/communication has been troublesome My motivation comes in waves and dry spells My spirituality has been on a roller coaster since several weeks before school was through With these things, money is at an odd place. I owe so much in medical bills, that I am accidentally ignoring it all. $553 dollars due to this agency? I can't pay all of that, so I don't pay any at all. I've got about 4 of these suckers sitting around my dumphole of a house. I really don't want to get started on my summer living situation. Suffice it to say that I'm ill-contented at the moment, but that could change anytime. (It has been, and I fully expect it to continue doing so until I am back into a scheduled lifestyle) sorry that i dumped on your day. |
| I changed my plan about 2 months ago because I THOUGHT that I had free sprint-to-sprint minutes, but in reality I didn't, so my bill was $80 more than I expected. When I changed my plan, the difference between just adding sprint-to-sprint calling or changing the plan altogether was about 40 cents a month, but I chose to change my whole plan just because there was supposed to be FREE ROAMING. Right? Well, my sister got hit with some free roaming charges, but I don't know all the details, so I won't even go there. I liked my 'fair and flexible' plan because I didn't have to worry too much about going over on my minutes. With this plan, I have to watch it, because it's 45 cents a minute beyond my 450 minutes. So when I came home from the UP and found out that I DON'T HAVE FREE ROAMING, I was pissed. Sprint, if it weren't for the stupid 'canceling contract' fee, you'd be in the can as my cell phone carrier. You play at some pretty dirty business. Anger in your general direction. |
| dokay, there's stuff to be done. I left my keys at Meijer. I get to go and get them, hopefully someone turns them in, because I just called, and they said that no one had turned them in yet. |
| To Write or Not to Write Each day holds some new inspiration for me, an inspiration that I would miss if I did not record it, or reflect upon it in some manner. Writing (to me at least) is a chance to express myself, for I am most certainly an external processor. Without writing, I would not think as clearly, not enjoy life as much, and I would forget about what is most important to me. As a college student, I am frequently required to write things that I really have no interest in. If I am lucky, I get to write a response to a journal prompt in a touchy-feely professor's class, but those do not come around very often. More likely, I receive the opportunity to have my unworthy ten page paper comparing Hinduism to Buddhism read over and graded by an expert in religion or world history. Strangely enough, such chances do not make my blood run faster. In my slower, secret moments that I steal away from the activities and responsibilities of life, I scribble my thoughts down in a journal, blog them, email them, write them in dry-erase marker on the window, whatever it takes. That line, "This isn't about love, this is about holding my hand," will only come once. If I don't write it down when I think it up, it will not return to me. Reading through such scraps of paper and long-forgotten blogs brings a smile to my face as I remember my own cleverness, or depth, or clarity, or thoughtfulness. Speaking of enjoyment, nothing feels as good as scribbling that period on the last complete thought of the night, or hearing the printer roar with the making of your new short story, or finding an old poem recorded on a Big Boy napkin. The completeness of that point, when adding another sentence will only detract from what you've already communicated, is indescribable. It is not the relief of making the due date. It is simply feeling good about what you have written and the effort you have put into it. And so I tell you, my fellow students, professor, other audience members, I tell you that things which I hold closer than my moments with just a good pen, a trusty journal and myself are scarce. The chance to be open with yourself is waiting for you. I answer your question: Write! Inspired by wordsy  |
| I know many people. Just here on campus, I know nearly every person who has worked in my building in the last 3 years. I know every single person who has ever been to an InterVarsity event. I have friends that I met through friends. I'm neither complaining nor bragging. I'm noting that there is no plausible way for me to keep up with the people that I love on this campus. It can't be done. So I find myself thinking on who are my truest, nearest and dearest friends here? A better clarification question is this: If I get married in 4 years, who will I invite to my wedding that I know now? Many people come to mind, but many get dismissed as well. Sara is transferring, and although I pretend that we will keep in close contact and our relationship will always be this strong, I doubt that we will. Even Liz, who I have lived with for two years: who is to say that we will stay close? I'm being to sardonic, but here's a list of my college friends who I know almost for sure that I will still be in contact with in 4 years: Aubs Derek Marissa Jackie-dee Shaun Matt and people that I really hope to be so with: Shannon Alex Mary Brittany John Zach Eliza Liz Patrick-but I doubt it, he has a pretty high friend density as well Sara Melissa Jeff Ashley P. Bry-again, not gonna happen, she's transferring. Lily, Kate or Mallory! I'm sure that there are many others At the moment I'm not even very caught up with my sibs, and although there are 5 of them, there's always email... |
| Okay, in high school, they tell girls all about what to watch out for in a guy, to make sure that he's not abusive or whatever. Things like wanting to be with you all of the time and wanting you to be dependant upon him... So what makes God different? God doesn't do these things out of personal need or motivation. There's nothing selfish or needy about God. He loves me, and he always has my very best interest at mind, even when it doesn't appear that way. |
| Where have the days of my reflective, insightful, interesting blogging gone? I'll make a try for it. The loss of relationships: I'm not really sure why it is that people have to leave somebody's life... I understand about jobs and lives and futures. I'm merely asking why we spend so much time growing to love people who will eventually leave our lives. Right now I'm trying to work through a group of interviewees who are to replace a group of people who are leaving/have left. I'm really having a hard time figuring it out, mostly because i have a high opinion of those who are leaving. The new people will certainly do the job well, and I will grow to love and even cherish them, and then in two years I will leave them. I don't generally like change. |
"all of the workers here are either Indian or Nepalese and speak the language. We do not have Westerners working in the homes on a full-time basis because of the language and cultural barriers. " I hope that I'm not going to school for nothing.  |
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