Saturday, November 26, 2005
Ode to Big Butt
Sara, this is for you.
"My butt is big
and round like the letter c
and ten thousand lunges have made it rounder
but not smaller.
AND that's just fine.
It's a space heater for my side of the bed.
It's my ambassador to those who walk behind me.
It's a border collie that herds skinny women away from the best deals at clothing sales.
My butt is big.
And that's just fine.
And those who might scorn it are invited to kiss it."
www.nikewomen.com
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"My butt is big
and round like the letter c
and ten thousand lunges have made it rounder
but not smaller.
AND that's just fine.
It's a space heater for my side of the bed.
It's my ambassador to those who walk behind me.
It's a border collie that herds skinny women away from the best deals at clothing sales.
My butt is big.
And that's just fine.
And those who might scorn it are invited to kiss it."
www.nikewomen.com
Friday, November 18, 2005
Waiting for life to start
I finished an entire pack of Jelly Belly...(with notable help from James). My last midterm this semester was yesterday.
I am exhausted.
Aside from the fear of failing, I have no motivation to continue in my daily routine. I hate waking up every morning.
I read my friend Pete's blog and my heart quenches in pain. He is in Med school in the UK. I'm so incredibly envious of the excitement with which he describe his new experience. I felt something like it once. That was Australia. I miss it so much.
I wonder: when is life going to start? I don't want to be in my undergrad anymore. I already know how to be an undergrad student. Living in this cage called home is getting to be too much.
In truth, I am really happy with everything I have going. I love running my organization, and I'm really proud of my fellow students. I love teaching music. And I'm planning to continue with Belly Dancing classes because it's just so much fun.
Life should be great.
But it doesn't feel that way.
Why am I so impatient?
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I am exhausted.
Aside from the fear of failing, I have no motivation to continue in my daily routine. I hate waking up every morning.
I read my friend Pete's blog and my heart quenches in pain. He is in Med school in the UK. I'm so incredibly envious of the excitement with which he describe his new experience. I felt something like it once. That was Australia. I miss it so much.
I wonder: when is life going to start? I don't want to be in my undergrad anymore. I already know how to be an undergrad student. Living in this cage called home is getting to be too much.
In truth, I am really happy with everything I have going. I love running my organization, and I'm really proud of my fellow students. I love teaching music. And I'm planning to continue with Belly Dancing classes because it's just so much fun.
Life should be great.
But it doesn't feel that way.
Why am I so impatient?
Monday, November 14, 2005
No one is allowed to wear my face after I'm dead thanks.
Facial Transplants.
From cadavers to live people.
Link Link Link
This is what I learned in school today.
I know I said previously that I will donate my body to science.
Yes you may have my cornea, my liver, my heart. I don't really care if I'm taken apart layer by layer, muscle by muscle, and organ by organ in a lab by pre-meds or med students.
But NO, you may not wear my face after I'm dead.
Oh and...there's the possibility that this will be the future of cosmetic surgury. Who cares about botox injections...here, have a wrinkle free face.
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From cadavers to live people.
Link Link Link
This is what I learned in school today.
I know I said previously that I will donate my body to science.
Yes you may have my cornea, my liver, my heart. I don't really care if I'm taken apart layer by layer, muscle by muscle, and organ by organ in a lab by pre-meds or med students.
But NO, you may not wear my face after I'm dead.
Oh and...there's the possibility that this will be the future of cosmetic surgury. Who cares about botox injections...here, have a wrinkle free face.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
I lost track of the # of dark chocolate covered coffee beans I've just eaten.
Oops.
Oh boy.....studying will be interesting.
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Oops.
Oh boy.....studying will be interesting.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
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He loves me not.
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He loves me not. *pluck*
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
He loves me. *pluck*
He loves me not. *pluck*
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He loves me not.
