Things I Don't Regret...

1. Deciding to go to Knox despite the debt I have for it and will have to deal with at a later date. As cliché as it sounds, I really have found parts of myself I didn't know existed, and I feel like a better person for it.
2. Changing my major to International Relations. Education is great and all, but IR gives mea different sort of thrill. I can't explain it, but I'm certain some of you will understand.
3. Buying my car. It has been a fine example of an automotive device.
4. Having met any one of my friends, no matter what our relationship is now. I have learned something about myself and people in general from every person in my life, and I am very grateful for that.
5. Using spell-check on that last one. I spelled it "greatful" at first, looked at it, spelled it correctly, but still had to spell-check it.
6. All of those extra-curriculars I did in high school. They really haven't had that much bearing on my success or failures of the present, but the early mornings and late nights were still totally worth it, as was getting sick after every play from sheer exhaustion.
7. Moving from Vegas to the Midwest. I realize that I didn’t really have any choice in the matter, but I wouldn’t change it even if I did. I would be a very different person if I hadn’t moved to Illinois, and I like the person I am, for the most part.
8. Liking the Spice Girls, N*Sync, Britney Spears, and the Backstreet Boys. I admit it, I was into them when they were popular. It’s okay though. I can admit that when I was a tween I liked the same things most tweens liked. Don’t judge me.
9. Taking German. I like it, plain and simple. And German Club is one of the best things about Knox.
10. Joining ATP. It is a constant challenge that I like. That doesn’t mean challenge in a bad way. It means that it is something I still consider very much outside of what I am used to, and I really like that.
11. Every book I have ever read. Every word in every book has contributed to me in some way. This goes for the books I hated as well.
12. Staying up to write this, even though I am exhausted. It has made me feel quite a bit better, just because getting things out in a more concrete form does that. I wish I knew more about the psychological reasoning behind that.
13. That phone call. It is one of the best decisions I have made in a long time.

13 that I can think of off the top of my head because that is my number. I wouldn’t change a single one of those things.

Well, maybe #8 could change and I wouldn’t mind so much. But that really isn’t that bad.
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He's just not that into you...

That movie messes with your mind.

I just analyzed every situation with every boy I have ever liked/thought liked me.

Holy cow.

I hate men.

I am so awkward.

I had about a fifteen minute conversation with John Butler (or was it Joe? I can't remember. I am terrible with names). I work at Cottingham and Butler. That is John/Joe Butler as in cottingham and BUTLER. As he was asking me about my education, future plans, etc., he took a break to ask me if I had any questions at all about the company or anything along those lines.

The only thing in my head was "Why is your last name second? Did you lose a bet? Or get the shortest straw? Am I close?"

I am so damn awkward.

I blame Knox.

You stole from me.

You ruined my morning. You hurt my feelings.
I can't believe you would be that cruel.
You left a hole in my life.

Why didn't you just start a fresh pot of coffee?

This poem was inspired by the wonderful person I work with that took the last of the coffee this morning. Not only did they fail to make a fresh pot so that everyone can enjoy the lifeblood that makes the day happen, they left the burner on, effectively burning the thin layer of coffee that was in the pot and making it disgusting. Guess who cleaned it up. That's right. The temp. Sara. Because I wanted coffee.

Oh wait, I forgot the last line of the poem:


Three day weekends are rude.

They make it to where you can't wait to get the that extra long weekend. Whether it is Thursday afternoon with a free Friday or Friday afternoon with the prospective free Monday coming, either way, there is a bright, shining three days ahead of you that makes you feel like anything is possible.

Then comes the following Monday or Tuesday and you realize that you just came crashing back to reality only to find that your day off meant more work the next day and a lack of sleep that give you such a bad headache, you wish it was 7 a.m. for one of few times in your life, because you know that if you had been a more intelligent person you would have called in sick at 7 rather than be a trooper and go to work.

Good night.