March 9, 2009
Like many before him vehemently raging against a new idea, Alexander Zaitchik has obviously not used Twitter. So often, criticals consider the newest demon only long enough to find fault. They don’t maintain a curious or open mind to give it a fair chance. Twitter is quite often likewise written off immediately without any exploration.
March 6, 2009
My heart has always been pulled in several directions. As a senior in high school, I was seriously considering at least three different career paths: I wanted to be a doctor, a virologist, or a teacher. At the heart of all these interests was a deep-seated belief that no matter which path I chose,
February 24, 2009
Over 6 years ago, Rob and I decided to stop at the PetSmart in Joplin on our way home from a visit in Neosho. We were just going to look at the kittens. But we walked out the door with a grey, 4-month-old ball of energy. Naveed’s personality is what
February 5, 2009
Something happened before I left campus yesterday. I was standing by my bike, putting on my helmet, wrapping my scarf around my face, pulling on my gloves. During this process, I watched as a driver slowly backed out of her parking spot, pulled back in, tried again, several times. She was stuck. A car had parked right behind her and she couldn’t maneuver out of her spot.
January 4, 2009
I love the beginning of a new year because it’s, well, a fresh start. Really, we just change the number of the year we’re in, January 1 is just the day after December 31, just like January 2 is just the day after January 1, but we have celebrated the beginning of this new year for a long time, so I don’t feel silly for enjoying the newness of it.
Every new year, I take some time and evaluate the last year, then think about how I want to make my life better during the coming one.
December 22, 2008
During NaBloPoMo, I wrote about an inner struggle I was having about smoking, and today another struggle is on my mind: controlling my spending.
I did not use to struggle with buying things; I’d just put whatever it was I wanted on credit cards and think nothing of it. This strategy work for about two years, and then I found myself chin-deep in debt.
It was depressing.
November 27, 2008
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. President Abraham Lincoln on October 6, 1863 This year has been the most different year my life has ever had. I never ever would have imagined that I would, by the end of my 26th [...]
November 25, 2008
That’s right. I got “pulled over,” if you can call it that. I was on my way home on my bike, when a policman, Herr Kolb, called me over to him, just past the railroad tracks on Schiffenberger Weg. They had a stake-out on that corner, a much-used route from the center of town to my campus. It was dark, and they were trying to catch people whose bikes weren’t properly dressed up. My problem? My lights weren’t working.
November 24, 2008
First, let me preface this by saying that as much as I feel the desire to smoke, I will not start. You do not need to send me emails and comments encouraging me to make the right decision. I’m just struggling with this and I know there must be other people out their going through the same thing, so I’m writing about it. Plus, I think it will help me cope. Writing always does that.
After that very important intro, let’s get to the meat of this post.
I cannot explain why, but for about three months, I have been hankerin’ for a cigarette. I smoked at parties in college for about a semester. I was exposed to it some as a child because several of my aunts and uncles smoked. But I was never, by any definition, a regular smoker. I’ve never dated a smoker. Only one of my best friends smoke. So why am I having these urges?
November 11, 2008
Ah, food. I love food. And I’ve been struggling with it for the last few years of my life.
I’ve never been “fat,” but I was almost always the “big girl” in my group. Maybe it’s because I’ve been blessed with what we* always joked were “birthing hips,” but then again, I’ve always had a little more to love. And don’t get me wrong: I do not I have a serious eating, self-image, or obesity problem, but I’m a woman, and I notice how I look, I notice how clothes fit me, and I like to eat!
