tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71248842011-11-15T21:55:02.769-06:00~ STRENGTH THROUGH TRUTH ~ <br>Motto of Alma Mater Washington University in St LouisMichalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.comBlogger7131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-85408745233281981192011-11-14T22:49:00.001-06:002011-11-14T22:49:41.163-06:00

While I was in grad school and working an internship as a School Social Worker, I was struck by the power the home environment has on kids. Ya, I could run a group and create specific structures for the kids at school, but I rarely had an effect on the way things were for them at home. One of the things I love about my current job as an Intensive In-Home Therapist is that I AM able to be in the

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-42280388397832827432011-09-09T08:22:00.002-05:002011-09-09T08:22:53.058-05:00

A good night's sleep used to be the cure-all for whatever feels overwhelming and insurmountable. And despite the fact that it has not been as consistently helpful in recent years, AND I didn't sleep well last night (because of stress, congestion, coughing, and 7 phone calls on my on-call work cell from Kenya, the country), I do feel more hopeful this morning. Though I do often fail, I am NOT a

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-84053747682203717872011-09-08T22:57:00.001-05:002011-09-08T22:57:42.079-05:00

Some of you may think I'm crazy and this may not make sense to you at all, but for the last couple months I have been overcome with the pervasive feeling of failure. In 2010 I got a full-time job, I lost 60 pounds and I ran a half-marathon. Since then, I have gained half of the weight back (though I still have maintained significantly more muscle), the paperwork aspect of my job is consistently

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-49007990154342813102011-09-03T11:38:00.003-05:002011-09-03T11:48:48.961-05:00

by: Addison Road ~ Link to You Tube Welcome to my latest disaster Same book just another chapter Never thought it could be worse than last year But here I am again today I laugh cause it hurts when I scream But I'll make it through 'cause I believe CHORUS That even when my heart breaks And everything's shakin' I'm left alone in the rain You won't, You won't, Won't You won't let me go Life's

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-69332599718690342272011-08-31T00:27:00.006-05:002011-08-31T00:57:50.273-05:00

Hi, my name is Michal, and I'm romantically impaired. I haven't had a boyfriend since I was 21... and now I'm 28. In that time I've been asked out by 4 guys, and been kissed by 2. I've probably been interested in a couple dozen guys, and confessed my feelings to at least 5, only to be rejected. I've had several close guy friends and fallen for every single one of them. As I explained to a friend

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-23144786417039436912011-07-22T08:09:00.002-05:002011-07-22T08:20:14.752-05:00

Moving day is tomorrow and my feelings (and responses to life in general) have been running in six different directions simultaneously for the last month... leaving me exhausted and a bit disoriented.I HATE MOVING!!!! AND, now that I've joined the adult world, I get to enjoy the added complication of WORKING FULL-TIME while moving!But enough with the stress and drama... I want to focus on the

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-6213613957294934072011-06-06T23:54:00.002-05:002011-06-07T00:06:39.726-05:00

While I was driving to a new client's house today, I pulled over onto a side street to check my maps. After a minute or so, sitting there with my hazards on, I heard a knock on my driver side window. To my utter surprise, instead of a cop coming over to yell at me for being illegally parked (or something), it was a young man inquiring if I needed any help. In fact, he didn't really believe me

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-69877606276921116112011-04-20T09:16:00.002-05:002011-04-20T09:47:47.058-05:00

I can keep any secret... except my own. I live my life out loud. If I'm sad, I can't hide it. If I'm happy, it shines on my face. I'm not interested in pretending to feel or pretending to be anything that is not genuine to where I am. My heart is effectively camped out on my sleeve and I don't plan on finding alternative real estate for it. Practically speaking, this life philosophy has its

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-54305801954771154732011-04-18T12:43:00.002-05:002011-04-18T12:53:46.127-05:00

It was nice to be accepted by a guy. In previous relationships, I have not truly been accepted for who I am with all my strange intricacies. And truth be told, while we were dating, I focused on that aspect because it was so new... and so obviously what I had been lacking. But it wasn't enough. What I DID have in previous relationships is what lacked in this one. They may not have truly accepted

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-24453911935867831022011-04-13T11:33:00.003-05:002011-04-13T12:10:27.980-05:00

...would be the understatement of the year.At the time, "devastated" seemed too strong and dramatic... because in the grand scheme of things its really not that big of a deal. However, in my world, where relationships with people are everything to me and I've been privileged enough to never be in want of physical necessities, "devastated" is actually the perfect descriptor.No, we were never

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-35750719676430991512011-04-04T11:38:00.003-05:002011-04-04T11:45:59.654-05:00

"Dearest... It is better than if your engagement had carried on before he ended it.""We're not engaged.""I thought he left you with some kind of understanding.""No—he is not so unworthy as you think him.""Not so unworthy! Did he tell you that he loved you?""Yes. No—never absolutely. It was every day implied, but never declared. Sometimes I thought it had been, but it never was. He has broken no

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-26267294805761493892011-03-15T10:15:00.003-05:002011-03-15T10:33:13.839-05:00

Six months ago, I was jobless and discouraged... even two months ago I couldn't have imagined where I am now and its refreshing.Last week was my first real week at work with a full caseload. I went to court on Tuesday with one family and to the hospital on Friday night for another family to admit a kid because his behavior was a danger to others. But aside from needing sleep and catching up on

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-60964156470739902352011-01-17T18:39:00.008-06:002011-01-17T19:26:34.820-06:00

So you know how in movies you get to give that uninterrupted, ranting speech that leaves the person who hurt you without response? Well, one of those came to me this morning and I feel the need to share it (with someone other than my bathroom mirror) even though in real life I'd never get the opportunity to deliver it:So, I'm assuming you've noticed that I haven't been around as much lately. And

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-74860193121866461942011-01-05T23:51:00.003-06:002011-01-06T00:12:44.067-06:00

DON'T call me your best friend! The only reason you think I'm your best friend is because I'm the one who's invested the most in you. But the truth is that you put every woman in your life before me... and then you expect me to put you before EVERYONE in mine!I don't care that you're "in love with our friendship". I don't feel loved or respected by you at all... I feel like I'm simply a

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-9371079233371047162011-01-01T23:59:00.000-06:002011-01-02T00:41:36.875-06:00

...but should I be running from you?I thought I had it down: boys to avoid in dating relationships. And maybe I do, I just haven't been able to directly test that theory in recent years. However, I have somehow overlooked the fact that there should be a category of "boys to avoid in close friendships", as well.He's my longest and closest friend here in St Louis. When I get sad or freak out, he's

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-46760852283936428972010-10-03T22:55:00.005-05:002010-10-03T23:20:48.972-05:00

intention - noun1. an act or instance of determining mentally upon some action or result.2.the end or object intended; purpose.3.intentions - purpose or attitude toward the effect of one's actions or conductIntentions have always been something that I've valued and trusted in people. I believe that most people have good intentions 95% of the time, but because we're all a little nuts,

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-72039093706340803692010-09-07T13:25:00.003-05:002010-09-07T13:42:24.420-05:00

It doesn't seem to matter that I've been running weekly for the past 5 months and last weekend ran 12 miles in 2 hours and 10 minutes. I still feel like an impostor.It feels like my 2009 self still exists somewhere inside me and she is very confused about my current lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, she's very excited and proud of the 2010 self, but she's having trouble reconciling the two together.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-20178398194051782962010-08-27T13:07:00.003-05:002010-08-27T13:17:57.505-05:00

JoblessIts been 16 months since I graduated with my Master's Degree... and I am still without a full-time job. In all honesty, I think around the 1 year mark, I gave up almost completely. The stress of it all has incapacitated me in new and horrifying ways. Sure, I still remain mostly coherent in my social life, but that's part of the problem. Most people see me and think everything's okay when

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-53917091364571235082010-03-19T23:59:00.001-05:002010-03-20T01:02:45.012-05:00

After enjoying the stunning Alice in Wonderland in 3-D at my favorite St Louis theater (the Moolah), I came home, got ready for bed, and decided to check my e-mail. To my surprise, I found that one of my school social work supervisors had already replied to an e-mail I sent today about references for a job at The Container Store. As much as I loved school social work, the opportunities just

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-6561288793337891112010-02-22T15:58:00.003-06:002010-02-27T21:08:50.097-06:00

Today, a man told me to get on a scale, and when I read my weight I started laughing out of pure joy. Why, you ask? Well, that man was my personal trainer, Joe, who I've been working with twice a week for 5 weeks and this morning I found out that not only have I lost 16 pounds since I started, but I lost 4 pounds in the last 7 days alone. INSANE!So, I joined a gym, and I workout everyday but

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-34543761476603301812010-02-15T13:18:00.003-06:002010-02-15T13:41:16.127-06:00

Its been six years since I celebrated Valentine's Day with a special someone... but given my generally joyful disposition and my love of pink and candy, I have always made the best of it with friends. However, this year felt different: I no longer have any excuses for being single. I am no longer preoccupied with grad school, I have not been relocating frequently, and I'm not grieving a previous

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-32090527978571468442010-01-23T14:04:00.003-06:002010-01-23T14:25:32.744-06:00

I've spent a lot of time alone lately given the fact that I'm living by myself, now. And being the extrovert that's prone to loneliness I feared that I would hate living alone and the surprising truth is that I really don't hate it. I LOVE having my own kitchen to cook in and my own fridge to organize and monopolize. But even though I do see friends at least once every day, I still spend a LOT of

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-72186283795643944372010-01-03T18:57:00.004-06:002010-01-03T19:08:16.695-06:00

Though the passage of time always makes me uneasy because it inevitably brings change, I found that this New Year, I couldn't have been more excited. 2009 was easily the WORST year of my life in so many ways, that I am SO glad to be rid of it. Farewell 2009, and good riddance!2010 has already brought the possibility of a coveted job in School Social Work, something I thought I would be forced to

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-42412481485606030992009-12-11T23:59:00.004-06:002009-12-12T01:40:18.689-06:00

I have always found it difficult to conceptualize time. In high school, when I successfully trained myself to approximate the time that would elapse between class bells, I was extremely proud of myself. However, anything whatsoever might distract me from my own ability to judge the passage of time, so it could be argued that I just got lucky sometimes when I actually calculated correctly.And even

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-14330821078393670082009-10-20T22:25:00.005-05:002009-10-20T23:04:59.208-05:00

MayGraduation! YAY!My credit card number was stolenCanceled credit cardFiled a claim with bankBegan 2 part-time jobs totaling 20 hrs/wkAttempted to edit resumeJuneRoommate told me I'm awful and meanI worked my butt off to be nice to roommateAvoided editing resumeJulyFound out my identity was stolen along with credit card numberRoommate lent out my stuff without askingBent over backwards to be

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-33551824858566581772009-09-18T14:08:00.002-05:002009-09-18T14:11:01.076-05:00

I hate moving.Did I mention I hate moving?I hate moving even more than I hate packing....and I HATE packing.So, needless to say, everything else in my life has been put on hold this week: job searching, chapter writing, maintaining sanity, etc.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-86497258244800935582009-09-07T13:41:00.008-05:002009-09-07T14:14:29.714-05:00

"What are you doing today?" "So, what are your plans for the day?" I've been asked some derivative of this question by at least two guys this summer and I would really like to know what it means. Obviously, it could just be an effort to generate conversation. However, in both of my recent conversations it sounded more suggestive than that, like, "I might want to make plans with you today."So my

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-68810314406717316402009-08-23T00:59:00.005-05:002010-02-16T08:52:37.742-06:00

The next thing we knew it was time to start celebrating Christmas. First, there was a party at Joey’s. Next, we celebrated at Russell’s. At first, it was just Russell, Rachel, Libby, and I because we came early to set up the food and clear the dance floor. Some of Russell’s family members stuck around and tried to teach us to dance. Eventually, we kind of did our own thing for a bit, but then got

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-13620989585885404502009-08-22T23:59:00.001-05:002009-08-23T00:58:25.481-05:00

DrummerIf you end up in amazing discussions with him even in large group settings, he finds an excuse to give you his phone number right away, and he seems to ignore your personal space bubble (in a good way), but he never mentions the fact that he has a girlfriend… RUN!After graduating from college I decided to take a break before diving head-long into graduate school. My initial plan was to

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-87946814924395961562009-08-21T23:59:00.001-05:002009-08-22T00:33:13.668-05:00

As I continue to write about things that happened four and five years ago, I have found it difficult to bring certain details to mind, such as the exact sequence of events or the duration and frequency of interactions. But since I basically save everything, I was able to pull up old e-mails written to or about the people and events in question. Very quickly I found this to be both a blessing and

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-43605960332440021422009-08-08T18:47:00.001-05:002009-08-08T21:27:31.507-05:00

JazzIf you didn’t hit it off when you met, but years later find that flirting with him is entertaining, the idea of dating each other may be too logical and therefore doomed to be overshadowed by other interests on both sides.The day I met Jazz I wouldn’t have thought twice about him except for the fact that he was 6’7” with a long ponytail of red hair. He was best friends with my best friend

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-68469649927219349472009-08-07T14:44:00.005-05:002009-08-07T14:48:46.228-05:00

IsraelMinimizing what his flirtatious behavior toward another female friend might mean could leave you shocked and speechless if he asks her out before your very eyes.After Christmas break my senior year in college, I came back to school hoping for a fresh start for my last semester. My best friend had just moved into my on-campus apartment, and I was eager to return to the community of friends I

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-28514078928668884272009-08-04T23:59:00.007-05:002009-08-05T02:15:06.399-05:00

McDreamyAllowing yourself to believe that “something’s happening” because of all the “evidence” without any specific words spoken between you about relationship status is never a good idea and not likely to end well.Since I was in 3rd grade, my parents and I have gone out to lunch after church with family friends. It started with one other family and Taco Bell; when a third family was added we

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-259857299840167172009-08-04T23:58:00.002-05:002009-08-05T02:15:06.400-05:00

This summer has brought me to an interesting place in the dating world. In response, I compiled a list of all the things I have learned from the guys I have been interested in over the last five years. I'm planning to write a chapter about each guy and post it here.My working title is:How to be Open Without Falling Apart: Things I learned from the last 12 guys I wanted to date

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-3465320443912694572009-06-25T23:32:00.003-05:002009-06-25T23:46:44.886-05:00

1958-2009As I was driving and radio listening (as I often am these days), I heard the news. It shocked me in a familiar yet still unsettling way. He may have been a very confused man, but he was also extremely talented. I loved his music, but never got around to buying it until his last album Invincible came out in 2001. I remember playing it in the all girls dorm as a freshman when a guy came

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-7748020305002437332009-06-18T12:53:00.002-05:002009-06-18T13:02:09.161-05:00

Yesterday, after dropping Kelly off at work, I spent the morning at Elizabeth's new house (as has become a frequent habit of mine). At one point all three of us (including her roommate) were sitting in the sun room reading. Andrea asked what I was doing the rest of the day and I started talking about the family I help out several times a week and how the mom was going to need extra help this week

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-35757203661794428122009-06-09T22:09:00.001-05:002009-06-09T22:11:54.488-05:00

The lazy morning ponders the day,While the pond peacefully calms the park. Her thoughts repeat, return to their mark,She holds hope at bay, wondering what may...

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-34839125226338663982009-05-20T11:44:00.002-05:002009-05-20T11:48:20.724-05:00

I officially have my masters and three letters after my name... crazy! I'm so glad that's over. A couple days after graduation I was driving to meet up with some friends and pondering the fact that I don't have to go to school ANYMORE! ...and my next thought was, "CRAP! Now what?"And the answer is..... GET A JOB! ha ha. So I still have a To Do list and I still have to finish my portfolio for my

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-11238263833724804462009-04-13T12:03:00.002-05:002009-04-13T12:14:07.392-05:00

I did not get to enjoy the Spring Break for Wash U because I was still working at my schools in Illinois. However, their Spring Break is really just a long weekend around Easter. So, starting Thursday at 12:15pm, I have no class or practicum obligations until Tuesday. How wonderful!And while I will be working on the rest of my semester work during this time, what makes it a true break is the fact

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-34485570675109821232009-04-04T08:56:00.002-05:002009-04-04T09:04:01.561-05:00

Update: Operation AB has been completely and permanently disabled and the lesser evil has been chosen (actually over a week ago) - FRIEND.I'm going to spend time with this FRIEND and talk myself back down to reality as often as necessary in order to avoid the roller coaster-y emotional drama...more than likely this will be required on an almost daily basis.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-80655726220254068662009-04-03T09:55:00.005-05:002009-04-03T10:30:55.348-05:00

...suggest that grad school has made me senile:Tuesday - I came home to do laundry (which included washing the pants I had worn that day), and about the time the load was done drying, I found myself looking for my cell phone. I thought I had remembered using my cell phone since I put my pants in the laundry but couldn't be quite sure. I then found myself compelled to check the dryer for my cell

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-81325318180909799842009-03-22T15:21:00.005-05:002009-04-04T09:05:38.400-05:00

...is failing miserably. I'm following all the rules, but losing my sanity in the process. Unfortunately, my sanity is indispensable when it comes to academic productivity and this next couple weeks (as well as the last couple) are super intense and not to be trifled with.So, Operation AB has been temporarily put on hold while I choose the lesser evil: 1. Friend - spend time with him and try to

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-85508870597151548962009-03-20T09:05:00.002-05:002009-04-04T09:05:38.400-05:00

...I'll hold onto your radio station.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-52642026830489685882009-03-18T23:59:00.000-05:002009-04-04T09:05:38.400-05:00

The battle in my head along the T and F spectrum of my Myers-Briggs personality profile (ENFJ) is no more evident than in my thoughts and feelings about guys.I can't help but get wrapped up in the drama of the moment as I relay to a friend the details of my interactions with __________ [insert name here]. I want our interactions to mean something because if I like a guy I can't help hoping that

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-84565381373679689742009-02-28T21:57:00.009-06:002009-02-28T22:21:14.826-06:00

Today I woke up at 5am, left the house at 6am and was in Edwardsville, IL by 7am. In order to received a School Social Work Certification when I graduate in May, I not only have to complete a giganto portfolio, but I also have to take the Basic Skills test that all Illinois teachers take as well as the School Social Worker subject test.Basic Skills - 3 hours 55 minutesSchool Social Worker - 2

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-76327418881755795502009-02-24T21:01:00.001-06:002009-04-04T23:06:13.544-05:00

There was a ring made out of a dollar bill sitting on the table this afternoon and it was starting to fall apart. After deciding to put it back in my wallet, I took it apart and attempted to flatten out the creases. For some reason, the reality that I would not be able to make the bill look as nice as it had before I folded it struck me as slightly tragic… and all of a sudden, I felt like the

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-80973884092279120692008-12-08T09:47:00.002-06:002008-12-08T09:52:06.562-06:00

On Saturday between 2pm and 6:30pm I wrote a total of 1 sentance on my paper. ONE!Then on Sunday, I stepped out of youth group for 45 min and wrote an entire page. Then, less than an hour later, I stopped at school before going to open house and wrote another page in less then 30 min. This morning I woke up, ate breakfast, and then wrote another entire page in about 20 min. After taking a shower,

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-44659813538691361192008-11-29T19:51:00.005-06:002009-04-04T09:07:21.981-05:00

For the first time in a LONG time, I feel like I'm moving forward. I'm consistently getting school work done and I rarely have days where I get NOTHING done anymore. And beyond school, I'm choosing to move on from a certain boy. Did you catch that? I'm CHOOSING to move on... I don't think I've ever been able to do that before.I had a lovely week in California, getting Liana married and

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-47674245639049947572008-11-11T12:03:00.003-06:002009-04-04T09:07:21.981-05:00

Last week, I naively decided to be angry and bitter and give up on him....and I failed miserably.I've always known that my behaviors around guys I like tend to be a little erratic. In early high school, as soon as I realized I liked a guy, I would promptly stop hugging him goodbye because I was afraid he might find out. In general, I tend to oscillate between wanting to completely ignore a guy,

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-62434465505864252642008-11-03T15:00:00.006-06:002008-11-03T15:27:52.565-06:00

There are many people whom I trust. I trust that they would listen to me and care about what I'm going through... but that doesn't mean that they're a true friend to me. As I meet new friends and re-connect with old ones I'm beginning to notice the things that I choose to tell each of them... and it says so much to me about who my true friends are.Recently, I did something really stupid and I was

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-69752185077640701982008-10-31T23:59:00.000-05:002009-04-04T09:07:21.981-05:00

"Don't make a guy a priority who makes you an option." Stupid. Stupid.I'm stupid. I watch Grey's Anatomy and wonder if its telling me to move on because "he hasn't asked for you, so obviously he's made his choice." But then I meet a new friend and she talks about how wonderful it is to be married to someone who has ADD like her: you just get each other. And that's how it is with him: He gets it

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-90204771433585735792008-10-13T17:19:00.002-05:002009-04-04T09:07:21.982-05:00

So when I said I was over it, I really was... but now I'm under it, stuck in the middle even.Last week I felt high as a kite thinking of him... and then after spending some wonderful time around him, I've fallen even more (if that's possible).And today, I feel like crap. I keep catching the jealous bug rise up whenever I think about the attention he gives to others, but I have no claim on him and

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-85094252318446014352008-10-04T14:43:00.002-05:002008-10-04T14:53:54.780-05:00

1925-2008When I received my Entertainment Weekly this week, I was a little confused by the cover with Paul Newman's picture. The name rang a bell, but the face did not look familiar. I flipped through the article and kept thinking, "Man, I missed out. This guy was awesome... what movies do I need to go watch now?"I skimmed the movies that spanned more than 5 decades hoping I had seen one of them

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-12271661589538910572008-10-03T17:56:00.004-05:002009-03-20T09:22:59.985-05:00

One Step At A Timeby: Jordin SparksHurry up and waitSo close, but so far awayEverything that you've always dreamed ofClose enough for you to tasteBut you just can't touchYou wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yetWonder when and where and how you're gonna make itYou know you can if you get the chanceIn your face as the door keeps slammingNow you're feeling more and more frustratedAnd

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-29636675470130454142008-09-20T22:42:00.005-05:002009-04-04T09:12:57.936-05:00

Over the past few days I've been pondering my boy drama. Though I'm fully aware that most of it is in my head, I've come to think of it as an engaging escape from school. However, earlier this week a friend made a comment that led to this epiphany: Boys are my drug of choiceBut I can't find it in the DSM!?!

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-80012938480232281692008-08-22T16:26:00.002-05:002009-04-04T09:07:21.982-05:00

I think I'm over it.No, seriously, I think I am...In our conversations, he seems like he's in a good place, but not ready to date again. This was fine with me.However, upon recently receiving information that someone has caught his eye, I have come to the conclusion that he's just not interested in me.At first, this information was a bit of a shock to my system. I wanted to hold onto hope that he

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-55453864413612526502008-08-03T23:25:00.009-05:002009-04-04T09:07:21.982-05:00

There's an empty chairWhenever you're not there.And all I dareIs to sit and stareAt the empty chair.Yesterday... and the day before... and the day before that, there was a shirt draped over the chair. It was your shirt and your sock. Every time I looked at them... or happened to glance over... or walk by for whatever reason, I would think of you. At first it was comforting, as if the shirt was

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-64836830680921371472008-07-03T10:40:00.004-05:002008-07-03T10:51:53.164-05:00

When I remember my dreams, it means I'm not sleeping well. And I am notorious for having REALLY weird dreams... which, more often than not, have points of contact with recent events in my life.And for some reason the Jonas Brothers have been on my radar lately (ever since I saw them on Regis & Kelly). They disturb me to no end. Not them personally, but... well, I'm not quite sure what it is, but.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-402135815622403032008-06-25T18:41:00.005-05:002008-06-25T19:00:17.145-05:00

I have been absent from my blog because I feel absent most of the time.I think of things to blog about, but then forget what seemed so clever about it or that I even thought of something in the first place.I usually blog when I am alone, but these days when I'm alone I'm largely lethargic, unproductive and sad... so who wants to hear about that?In March when I realized that I had stopped blogging

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-57828220465662408092008-05-20T14:38:00.003-05:002009-03-20T09:22:59.986-05:00

THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTSGo ahead as you waste your days with thinkingWhen you fall everyone standsAnother day and you've had your fill of sinkingWith the life held in yourHands are shaking coldThese hands are meant to holdSpeak to me, when all you got to keep is strongMove along, move along like I know you doAnd even when your hope is goneMove along, move along just to make it throughMove

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-29566374637412837912008-04-18T09:20:00.005-05:002008-04-18T09:47:20.251-05:00

So this is my 700th post on my blog that I've had for nearly four years... and I knew that this post was coming up, but I was unsure what could possibly be meaningful enough to do it justice... and then it happened: an earthquake in the Midwest.Old hat for a Californian, right? Wrong... and here are the things that were very different this time that make it worth a 700th blog post:1. It was a 5.2

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-73411490429289982962008-04-10T13:05:00.005-05:002008-04-10T13:23:19.806-05:00

Its been raining all day. The pitter patter of rain kept me from oversleeping my alarm too badly (not that it mattered much because I don't have a schedule today).I haven't been playing the piano much lately, so this morning after my shower I decided to relax and play a bit before I started my homework. As I began to learn a slow and melancholic tune, the sound of the rain in the background gave

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-13627978448624627752008-03-28T12:56:00.006-05:002008-03-28T16:24:48.838-05:00

I bought myself two African Dwarf Frogs for my birthday. I've owned them before but the two I had in college were bought from Walmart (mistake #1), there were two of them in a very small tank (mistake #2), and I was following the care instructions for a single occupant tank (mistake #3). Needless to say, they didn't live very long, but I loved them dearly. So dearly that when my floor mates

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-47508010864233359572008-03-26T10:40:00.001-05:002008-03-26T10:42:23.847-05:00

Today is the last day I will be 24 years old... and for the first time, the idea of turning another year older is a little jarring.Twenty-five years is a quarter of a century!!!!

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I've been slowly slipping into sadness, exhaustion, distractedness, and mild insanity since I started grad school about a year ago.About 2 months ago when I started this semester after moving (for the third time in 2007), and without a real break from school because I still have a class from the previous semester hanging over my head, everything went nuts.Its really hard to describe, but I was

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-31193257932885277072008-03-07T19:40:00.002-06:002008-03-13T08:22:07.390-05:00

...that you really do want dessert.Sometimes I get a sweet tooth and I know its just in my head. I may have already had something sweet and may just be wanting more, or I may just be bored and need to distract myself.Tonight after dinner I felt like I wanted something sweet to eat and decided that a couple of the apple cinnamon mini muffins I had previously made and frozen would be a healthy

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-82339251220317017742008-03-07T08:47:00.013-06:002008-03-18T09:54:29.633-05:00

I really didn't comprehend what had happened and why I couldn't open the car door...I stood there in shock as the realization hit me that I had just chosen the worst snow storm of my life to lock my keys in my car... with the engine running. As I thought back about the button click I had heard earlier, understanding and utter despair washed over me. All I wanted to do was hit the UNDO button...

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-42771775129769266462008-03-05T10:50:00.008-06:002008-03-05T11:37:22.750-06:00

...the most of a snowstorm. Yesterday, it snowed all day long. It was literally a downpour of snow like I'd never seen before. I had class at 10am and then a mid-term in my 3pm class. I was exhausted from my weekend class, and generally stressed out about multiple things, including the fact that I had not been able to study for my midterm.I aimed to leave home at 8:30, knowing that I wouldn't get

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-16662023057758757172008-02-27T14:58:00.006-06:002008-02-27T15:39:34.360-06:00

...20 minutes recycling an aluminum can (not to mention the 30 minutes I spent writing a blog about it):I read about 10 pages of my book (and its for a book report, so its definitely more like a novel and less like a text book and therefore should be easier to focus on, but alas...) and started to lose my concentration. I decided that I'd try pacing and reading like I used to do in college (but I

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-4105116448322042042008-02-26T13:12:00.007-06:002008-02-27T15:22:55.408-06:00

...15 minutes early for an interview:I had a School Social Work Practicum Interview this morning before class. I live in South City and the interview was in North County... not so easy. I looked up directions last night and programmed my route into the traffic checking website so that in the morning, all I had to do was refresh the page to see what traffic was like.Well, I had class at 10am, and

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-36768725436431992402008-02-06T10:07:00.000-06:002008-02-06T10:08:43.613-06:00

...the results: Accidental pill overdose killed Ledger

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Here are the links to recent picture albums I've posted on Facebook (you don't have to log in to see the pictures):Ice Skating with the Youth GroupMy world covered in snowWinter HikingJudaii ReunionChristmas in California with familyThanksgiving in Illinois with family

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Today I learned that the important number in the weather forecast is not the High... but the Low. Because even as I left the house this morning I was thinking to myself, "how cold can it really get if the High for the day is 65?"Well, when you live in St. Louis, the answer is: 20 degrees.Even at 1:30pm when I went to church to study inbetween classes, it was nearing 70 degrees and it felt HOT! I

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-86059262475481845252008-01-22T21:29:00.000-06:002008-01-24T10:06:57.071-06:00

1979-2008 (age 28)I was planning to write something, but I can't find anything worth saying. I thought he would always be around... I thought he was just at the beginning of his career...Clowning Around (1992)Blackrock (1997) Paws (1997) 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)Two Hands (1999)The Patriot (2000)A Knight's Tale (2001)Monster's Ball (2001)The Four Feathers (2002) Ned Kelly (2003)The Order

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Even though the snow melted as soon as I left St Louis for California, it is still very strange to be in such a warm climate. We went shopping in Orange County and there were swimsuits on sale at Target. Now I'm here in San Diego and there are sleeveless shirts on sale everywhere and everyone is bundled up because it's "cold" today and I'm just wearing pants and long sleeves.I'm totally being

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-23762419530694622822007-12-16T03:23:00.000-06:002007-12-16T03:24:34.122-06:00

Its been snowing for about 24 hours here and its beautiful...

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-28305518176160005452007-12-02T15:45:00.000-06:002007-12-02T15:46:34.826-06:00

Michal's not available right now, so please leave a message after the beep and she'll get back to you... at some point... how does January sound?

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The weather forecast for tomorrow is a high of 75 and a low of 52. The following day, which will be Wednesday, is supposed to have a HIGH of 52 and a low of 31 degrees... just below freezing. Crazy... ridiculous...I wish I had a forecast for the other highs and lows of life... or at least a thermometer so that I knew the present temperature... Ya, that'd be really helpful... *sigh*

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-36480947250498355682007-11-13T07:42:00.000-06:002007-11-13T07:56:36.270-06:00

I should be writing a paper, but as usual I can't focus on it. Plus, I haven't written a blog in ages...So I've decided that being generally interested in several guys at once is a good thing... at least for me. Since I'm not in a relationship right now, focusing on one guy gets me too emotionally invested... and when that's not reciprocated, I just end up getting hurt.I guess the conclusion I've

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-61254716361134731602007-11-01T22:31:00.000-05:002007-11-05T13:40:25.376-06:00

Today was hellish, and I should be going to bed instead of blogging or tomorrow may follow suit with today.... but... I just want to reflect for a moment.I started my day on too little sleep, and then pumped my brain full of caffeine for my last class of this terrible week, knowing that when it ended, my homework nightmare had only begun. After class, I discussed a Medicare policy paper with my

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-71021009438852449262007-10-31T23:59:00.000-05:002007-11-05T13:23:06.732-06:00

In stark contrast to the last time I put effort into dressing up for Halloween, I decided to be something fun and happy. Plus, it was a lot of fun to make it all from the stuff in my apartment. Yes, my craft box does come in handy. :)Here's a link to my Halloween pictures on Facebook.And also, last weekend we carved pumpkins with the Youth.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-89709627225382438602007-10-22T18:35:00.000-05:002007-11-03T01:14:34.987-05:00

Per Veritatem Vis literally means, "through truth, strength". It has been the motto of Washington University since 1915. And I guess it is now my motto. It certainly does not replace Only With God, rather they both describe how I live.I changed my blog title because Per Veritatem Vis seems like the most accurate way to convey my life philosophy.P.S. My pink template just didn't fit with my new

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Between dating Jason and my move to St Louis (roughly 2 1/2 years), there were four guys in my head. And now, three of the four are either married... or engaged.... and I found out about all three in the span of 24 hours.Boy #1 was never interested in me, though he was a good friend and we had some great conversations. Before I graduated at Biola, he and a friend of mine began dating... and they

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Since I'm now on staff with the youth at my church, I went on the Fall Retreat this past weekend. And having spent summer after summer of my childhood at some camp or another, it felt very very familiar.But this time, I was the leader.I drove a van in the caravan, and right off the bat had to mediate a conflict between the group of girls who wanted to ride with me and the boy who wanted to ride

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-84681613814796947672007-10-10T02:20:00.000-05:002007-11-05T13:40:25.376-06:00

To sleep or not to sleep - that is the question: Whether 'tis more productive for the mind to suffer through the night writing, or to take arms against overwhelmning sleepiness and, by resting, awake refreshed...

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Today, I am left with an overall feeling of frustration and melancholy (or self-loathing as my roommate described it).The day started out fairly well, and I was trying to follow my plan. But somewhere in the middle of the day, new immediate tasks showed up and blocked out most of my homework time... and by the time I was ready and available to start actually working on a paper, it was time to go

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-86836100373462109452007-10-05T17:41:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:57:55.830-06:00

Just when you've got something all figured out, it changes.And just when you've given up, you get more than what you were hoping for... but not in the way you necessarily wanted... but it makes you smile because you realize that it is what you had hoped for and you just needed a little time to see that. :DMore later...

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A government policy paper with a side of severe weather tornado watch is not what I ordered for this evening...Ah, well. It makes life interesting.

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I wish I loved more unconditionallyI wish I understood intentions 100% of the timeI wish I communicated only what I meanI wish I always spoke to encourageI tend to waste lots of timeI tend to wait for people to come to meI tend to speak unnecessarily loudlyI tend to instruct, rather than listenI miss having a guy in my lifeI miss the ease of life-before-grad-schoolI miss everyone when they're not

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-53455914975503827852007-09-17T11:44:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:57:55.831-06:00

So today was the day.I was absolutely determined.And when the time came, I chickened.I was going to ask Tall, Dark, and Adorable if he wanted to go to a concert for my friend's band this weekend. I even had a piece of paper in my purse that I didn't need anymore, so I could rip off a piece and write my number on it. And I knew what I was going to say if he turned me down. I even practiced my "

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Only in the city can you arrange to meet someone at your church to practice for choir, and when you're finished, end up walking across the street to meet up with other friends at Forest Park to watch a hot air balloon race. Then when you drive home, only if you live in the city would you end up following the path of the balloons and park your car only to find that there are a dozen hot air

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My Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays are ridiculous. I'm up and moving from place to place usually from 9am-10pm all three days. This means that (at least for Wednesday and Thursday) I have to bring lunch AND dinner with me in order to eat. Well, I'm not quite used to my new schedule yet and I keep forgetting to bring multiple meals with me... or I lose track of time and end up cutting into the

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-82140464454122232722007-09-11T21:02:00.000-05:002007-11-05T13:13:38.435-06:00

I've been surprised at my level of interest in all things related to school social work. I nixed becoming a teacher ages ago and assumed that meant all things school-related as well. But it keeps cropping up... in the things I'm interested in... in the things that get me fired up... and in the paper topics I choose.I'm in a class titled "Social Work in a Public School Setting" and tonight was our

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-46909369028175873542007-09-10T00:35:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:57:55.831-06:00

I've always considered myself to be a Drama Queen... as many friends nod their head in agreement.But the funny thing is... I'm not. And this realization shocks me.I was the kid who didn't like to share Mommy, but that's because I was an only child and had to adjust differently than the average kid.For the first decade and a half of my life, I had to have all tags cut out of my shirts...

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I'm only two weeks into the semester and I can already tell which class is going to be the problem child.I hate policy. I hate government. And I live in a country where I have the privilege to ignore most government functions and still have the freedom to live my life. So its a good thing that I'm so invested in the field of social work because otherwise I would ignore the process of government

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-72687026182345792582007-09-07T22:27:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:57:55.832-06:00

I don't really have a type... I've been attracted to many different looks... and though I am a sucker for the baby-face blond Hollywood star, I cannot escape the power of the tall, dark and handsome variety either.Well, I met one the other day. But he's not just tall, dark, and handsome.... because really, that's not enough. He's absolutely adorable.Now, I'm not talking

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-67703608513718383832007-09-05T22:42:00.000-05:002007-09-05T22:45:50.667-05:00

Apparently... this is a remedy to a day of frustrations that just make me feel ick.

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-74956343186405394392007-08-29T10:29:00.001-05:002007-08-29T11:52:33.735-05:00

Today is the first day of my second semester of grad school.My apartment is clean and organized, and the reading for the semester has been written neatly on the bookmarks for each book.Those two things alone are unbelievable. I still can't believe that my room is clean... I keep walking into it just to make sure I'm not dreaming.Well, I guess the meds are helping after all... we shall see how the

Michalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010261659788701476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7124884.post-92009273971654982572007-08-15T16:48:00.000-05:002007-11-05T13:27:32.387-06:00

Today is my last day at home. And then tomorrow, I fly home again. What is "home"? It's been so much fun for me to be home for the last week... but I can't wait to go back home.I know what I mean each time I use the term, and often people can guess correctly, but I find it strange that I call both places "home".St. Louis isn't just "school", it's home. It's where I have a life and a normal

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... can I go to the nurse?" [Name that movie...]I walked around Downtown San Jose with my cousin (J), his wife (Nikki), their friend (Kevin), and Maren for the Jazz Festival tonight. It was an enjoyable evening, and strangely enough I played introvert at first and almost didn't go. But now my foot hurts... because we walked everywhere... *sigh*

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