tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812440318955580952012-02-16T21:28:36.880-05:00there is aesthetic value in every person, place and situation we encounter. the Single Aesthetic channels and champions beauty in all of her endeavors, and challenges you to do the same...Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-76662698448563649042011-05-24T20:57:00.001-04:002011-05-24T21:02:41.838-04:00

In thinking though how to adequately summarize the sheer perfection that was 2010 and the age of 26, I've come up with a list. This list will be the reference point for my next 26 posts. After the misery of 2009, I believe I was overdue for something magical. 2010 was just that. I established and strengthened incredible relationships with dynamic friends--new and old. I ran and ran and ran... I

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I'm sorry I've neglected The Single Aesthetic for so long! Life has truly blessed me over the past 18 months. I got so caught up in the whirlwind of running, applying to school, getting accepted, celebrating and TRAVELING that I never stopped to write it all down. I took plenty of pictures. I tweeted up a storm. But, I didn't blog about it. I'm sure I'll one day regret that. I'll try to do as

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I’ve always been the “friend with the cool job”. In college, every internship or work experience I had was with a well-known media behemoth. Clear Channel Communications, MTV, Fox News, you name it. Even after I graduated I finagled my way into freelance production work with NBC Universal. When I’d catch up with college buddies and tell them I had just seen Adam Sandler or Denzel Washington on

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The weekend was absolutely beautiful. It was the first weekend since the half marathon that I could actually sleep in, relax and enjoy myself! But of course, other duties called. I was overdue a visit with Ruby and had other responsibilities that required my attention. It was fine, though. For the first time in a long time, I was NOT going to be training, studying or stressing. I was looking

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...the longer I continue to hold onto this, the longer it will take for me to fully move on. And, if I'm serious about my future; if I'm serious about my goals; if I'm serious about keeping my past in the past and claiming tomorrow's glory then I really, really, honestly and truly need to let it go. Let it go! Self: I forgive you for what happened. I forgive you for holding on. I forgive you

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http://www.formspring.me/seraphima29Perhaps this will be theraputic... Time will tell.

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I can’t really find the words to articulate the source of my frustration. But I know there are several layers that are interfering with my daily thoughts, feelings and general disposition. To start, MLT has commenced and, while I was initially enthralled with the idea of participating in such a highly competitive program, the very first challenges are proving to be slightly overwhelming. The

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On the Monday following said “incident” he called me to confirm a few things. He couldn’t quite remember exactly everything that had transpired. Okay, cool. Everything is fine. Nobody has ANYthing to worry about. But his tone… there was something in his tone that I just didn’t quite like. It was a subtle mix of fear, mild condescension and too much tact. When we hung up I felt completely put off,

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So, I took a little break in November in December. I had the time of my life, to be perfectly honest. The end of October was AMAZING. I was feeling myself. I can't even lie. I had gotten over the hurdle. There were some residual emotions, but I was working through those. I had raised the funds for the Light the Night walk, and completed the event with minimal tears. Homecoming season was right

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I've made my mother upset with me. Well, not "upset" upset... but, you know, more than uncomfortable. In my exuberance and excitement following the "Light the Night" Walk hosted by the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (LLS) I decided to sign up for a half-marathon in March. LLS has this organization called Team In Training - a group of extreme sports athletes who raise funds for LLS and train for

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It doesn't take too much to get me going. Attending an Alumni Reception on Friday evening to meet my alma mater's new president was an enriching and motivating experience. I met with the Dean of my former school, shook a few hands, misbehaved with my prophytes and linesisters, caught up with former peer mentors, and partook of free food and spirits. It was a lovely way to kick off a Friday

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I need some friends who do dumb shit. I need friends who f- things up every once in awhile. I need some friends who make mistakes. I know I have them, but as I reflect upon some of the dumb things I've done recently... I don't feel like their sob stories compare.I was taking Cece to the airport the other day, and her roommate overheard a conversation we were having regarding the boy. I

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-21240379870798095502009-10-08T11:18:00.005-04:002009-10-08T11:55:58.438-04:00

Stop. Checking. Social. Networking. Sites. You. Dummy.It's no good for you. You never learn anything useful. Who cares what he's doing? Who cares how he's feeling? Your trying season has changed for the better; his pleasurable season will soon come to an end. The same way troubled waters eventually wash away, storm clouds will silently creep into view. This rollercoaster called life cannot afford

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-61334755613102080442009-10-07T15:18:00.002-04:002009-10-07T15:52:11.872-04:00

Dear Boss,When we go over things in meetings - do you listen to me? When I clearly lay out the parameters of a project, illustrating costs, profit margins, investments and revenue totals - do you camp out in Lala Land until my lips stop moving?For the past 6 weeks I have been working diligently on a project that has produced (aside from results) obstacles, challenges, setbacks, creative

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The storm won’t last forever. It’s funny, because it’s been raining cats and dogs down here all week. But, the tide has officially turned; the seasons have finally changed… and SOMEBODY is reaping all of the benefits. Last week was, by far, the best week ever! The events of the past few days have been breathtaking, enthralling, nostalgic, inappropriate, profitable and deeply warming all at

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Linda says I’m mildly depressed.For the past week, I’ve unconsciously begun to own that concept and it has slowly ruined the past ninety-six hours of my life. It really doesn’t matter what I do. I’ve been to the gym twice, I’ve been to two happy hours and I’ve partied with high school friends who were in town for the weekend (even cuddled on the couch with one after the evening’s festivities

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-58811860086892398042009-08-25T14:00:00.001-04:002009-08-25T14:00:01.782-04:00

What you did to meMade me see myself something differentThough I try to talk sense to myselfBut I just won't listenWon't you go away, turn yourself inYou're no good at confessionBefore the image that you burned me inTries to teach you a lessonWhat you did to meMade me see myself somethin' awfulA voice once stentorian is now againMeek and muffledIt took me such a long time to get back up the first

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It's interesting how progress can be so uncomfortable. So... uneasy. So un-easy. And yet, progress is freeing. It's liberating. It's fulfilling.The drive home is always therapeutic for me. I can zone out, blast my iPod, and breathe easy. Heading home is centering because I know I'll soon be surrounded by people who love me unconditionally. There are no expectations of me, either. No one needs

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Hi God,::sighs:: I've been given a cumbersome load this summer. And, now that the seasons are changing, I'm reflecting on how I handled everything. I would say I did okay. I grew closer to you. I made some mistakes. I learned. I matured. I moved forward. But this weekend presented a new test... and I'm not sure why I needed to go through it. Perhaps my "street smarts" are not up to par with my "

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-61240197631395057302009-08-17T17:24:00.001-04:002009-08-17T17:27:14.137-04:00

You know what else gets me? The fact that he's able to be happy without me in his life. That's a little narcissistic, no? But the idea that he could be truly perplexes me. How can he begin a new life without me in it, and honestly be happy? I haven't fully been able to re-start mine without him, and on most days, I'm pretty miserable. I'm confident that one day (soon, I hope) I'll be able to pick

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My last few posts have been angry, but therapeutic. I'm going to keep the momentum going.I'm very angry. It's like carrying a boulder with me every day. As soon as I wake up in the morning... I groggily strap it onto my back. Some mornings when I wake up - free from all troubling thoughts - I smile to myself, proudly, thinking "see, you're not thinking about you-know-what." And then, the clouds

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I am more than a late-night, creep-through, taboo, kiss-but-don't-tell OPTION.I am beautiful. I am confident. I have my shit together (for the most part). I'm smart. I'm capable. And, I deserve to be treated that way.I am TIRED of men living lives where they have their cake and eat it too. If you know I'm in town, and you know you want to see me, and you're considering you might want to have a

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-32965714381884935692009-08-16T11:52:00.003-04:002009-08-16T12:36:19.649-04:00

I'm a bundle of nerves.I traveled to NY this weekend with a host of plans on my plate. My linesister was celebrating her engagement Saturday night with a small group of family and friends. I figured if I was going to go up and visit her and see NY friends, I might as well take an additional day or two to visit potential MBA programs.A week before my scheduled departure, however, something tragic

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-26222902090264142152009-08-11T10:16:00.001-04:002009-08-11T10:19:15.014-04:00

Two weekends ago I took Ruby to the World of Coca-Cola. She was in awe of the enormity of the building, the plethora of Coke products, the interactivity of various rooms/documentaries, and the notion that I’d buy her something at the gift shop. “You’re nice,” she commented. However, throughout our outing, I found myself continuing to correct her grammar, and offer etiquette advice wherever

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Dear God,Thank you so much. Thank you for allowing me to find the positive – the single aesthetic – in every situation I have encountered over the past few months. Thank you for a trying summer and for providing shoulders to lean on. Thank you for opening my eyes to the hard realities of life and the world. Thank you for blessing me in the midst of it; for picking me up when I felt completely

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-68129089955372168472009-07-28T17:51:00.003-04:002009-07-28T18:06:03.427-04:00

What the fuck have I been doing for the past four years?After many internal conversations, much agonizing, countless tears and circling conversations, I have reached a timeless conclusion – one I end at repeatedly – I’m over it. I’m not necessarily “over it” in the sense that I’m over The Boy… because, though I should be, I’m not quite there. And not “over” all relationships… because I feel as

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-92003145198403669822009-07-21T09:53:00.006-04:002009-07-21T10:29:53.720-04:00

Last night, I talked with friends from college that I rarely speak with. Of course, the nature of the conversation centered around the boy. As I shared "my side" of the story, I was met with comments ranging from "girl, let me tell you what happened to me!" and "girl, I can completely relate!" And, while a huge chunk of me is appreciative that I'm not the only person who has to endure utter and

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-62637021250837895402009-07-20T19:53:00.003-04:002009-07-20T20:34:31.504-04:00

Well. I decided to let it go. The saga that I started by sending an anonymous email has finally ended by my letting the GF have the last word. She was infuriating in her first email to me, and after I responded, her follow-up was condescending and downright rude. But you know what, had someone come at me that way, I'm not sure I would have reacted differently. What's trifling is that he let

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-86589395163298391592009-07-18T10:08:00.003-04:002009-07-18T10:40:43.282-04:00

So. Awhile ago I did something silly. I'll admit it was slightly psychotic, but whatever. Sometimes people will push you places. I sent the new GF an email detailing all of the ups and downs of my "relationship" with the boy. The only catch - I sent it from a fake e-mail address. Fun, right? Nice and dramatic.Time passed, he withdrew his business from my company. He and I exchanged choice

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-21015107768703074212009-07-05T00:48:00.004-04:002009-07-05T01:12:40.332-04:00

It's unfortunate that it has taken me so long to appreciate the conventional wisdom of my mom and my grandparents.It's only in candid, confidential conversations that I begin to learn who my mother, and my grandparents, really are. And through these conversations I begin to ask: why did it take 25 years for us to get here?I've been talking to my mom almost every day now. I love it. She has let

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-15801239835744138112009-06-29T14:00:00.000-04:002009-07-09T01:33:41.159-04:00

So much has been happening lately. Between reading “The Shack,” attending church, and just plain living, I’ve been reaching all kinds of new conclusions about life. At Elizabeth Baptist last Wednesday, I went to church expecting a few songs, a scripture, a sermon, and a steering moment from God to help me get through the week. What I got was so different, so unconventional – and yet it was

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-41344525112703882009-06-28T17:01:00.003-04:002009-06-28T18:13:37.029-04:00

I thought I was slipping into a mild depression at one point. Now, I don’t think that’s what the issue was. I may have been overwhelmed by all of the things happening in my life simultaneously, but I think the worst of it has passed. My family has gotten a lot closer over the past few months, which is an incredible blessing. It’s sad that someone’s health has to fail them before we realize how

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-14737431622817708762009-06-22T11:25:00.002-04:002009-06-22T12:22:39.073-04:00

As if I don't have enough on my mind.This weekend was a full one. I kicked off Friday afternoon (thank God for Summer Fridays!) with a "Bitch Session Happy Hour" with co-workers. It relieved a lot of stress and left me in my happy place - full of chips & salsa and tipsy off of house margaritas. I babysat that night, dozing off to re-runs of TNT original programming.Saturday began nicely enough

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If you don't have a song to singYou're okayYou know how to get alongHumming"Hmmm..."If you don't have a dateCelebrateGo out and sit on the lawnAnd do nothing'Cause it's just what you must doNobody does it anymoreNo I don't believe in the wasting of timeBut I don't believe that I'm wasting mineIf you don't have a point to makeDon't sweat itYou'll make a sharp one being so kindAnd I'd sure

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-44472060190148196062009-06-11T10:32:00.001-04:002009-06-11T10:42:50.075-04:00

Dear God,First and foremost, I want to thank you for all of the blessings that you have bestowed upon me. You have been much better to me than I’ve been to myself. I want to thank you for the glorious vacation I was able to have in Puerto Rico among old friends and new. I want to thank you for the rain clouds and the sunny days, dear God. The beach was beautiful; the ambiance serene. I was able

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-54670728508526990152009-05-27T17:08:00.005-04:002009-08-24T12:05:26.377-04:00

I drove home for Memorial Day weekend to attend a funeral. A friend's brother passed away, and the service commemorating his life was taking place that Sunday. Before I made it home, though, I was alerted that my mother was back in the hospital. She'd been having trouble sleeping, trouble breathing, and overall weakness in her body. Guess the bear hug I needed from her was going to have to wait.

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-66454426350568704272009-05-22T16:00:00.000-04:002009-05-22T16:00:00.824-04:00

Sooner or later it all comes crashing down (crashing down)Crashing down (crashing down)When everyones aroundI bet you would of paid up all your cash down (your cash down)And not make a sound (to make a sound)But everyone knows nowSo you're sadAbout the momentYou lost your love (damn)You couldn't see her leavingYou were gassedAnd that sucks don't itCause God yanked the rugAnd holding your heart

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-55667464404652276122009-05-22T11:35:00.001-04:002009-05-22T11:35:00.198-04:00

Cece has this thing called the 24-Hour Rule. I don’t know how the hell she came up with it, or how she manages to stick to it. The basic premise is this: do not allow yourself to experience any intense emotion for longer than 24 hours. If something exciting happens, you can only be joyous for 24 hours. If you feel like dog poo, you can only cry and sulk for 24 hours.Thursday was hard.

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-71480657529220136622009-05-21T09:53:00.007-04:002009-05-21T11:24:01.861-04:00

Am I being punished?I had this same thought the summer after I graduated. Had I done something so terribly wrong that I deserved to feel used, betrayed and manipulated? The following summer, in 2007, was slightly better. I had managed to pick myself up and heal most of my wounds. But one fateful evening in February of 2008, my phone rang. It was him. We talked for five hours. FIVE. I was in awe,

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-92050416619184652492009-05-21T09:48:00.003-04:002009-05-21T09:53:39.213-04:00

[Sent at 3:05 am, May 21, 2009]Michele,So let me tell you how life can sneak up on you. So I got home and my classmate asked me how my workout was. I was like it was cool. I have been telling her to sign up for a YMCA membership . She mentioned "Mr. Man" because he said it was a nice gym as well. I was like I saw him at the gym today. She was like you know he bought a house right. And that really

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-42673390353513862172009-05-14T10:44:00.004-04:002009-05-14T11:22:05.215-04:00

So, I've been recovering from the series of unfortunate events that transpired in my life about two weeks ago. I've been doing okay. Naturally, some days have been better than others. Some nights have been harder than others. Some tears have fallen harder than usual. But, I'm keeping it together. I'm moving forward.In an earnest effort to move forward and heal my wounds, I began attending

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-58458713233206460222009-05-14T10:43:00.001-04:002009-05-14T10:43:46.166-04:00

Holy GhostFall down on meLet your SpiritFall down on meHoly GhostFall down on meLet your SpiritFall down on meCreate in meA new heart, O GodAnd renew the right spiritWithin meCast me not away from thy presence, O GodTake not thy Holy Spirit from meHoly GhostFall down on meLet your SpiritFall down on meHoly SpiritHelp me to walk rightTalk rightLive rightHelp me to be rightI’ll never do

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-40773656258816146492009-05-03T19:23:00.004-04:002009-05-03T20:28:57.062-04:00

After dinner, I snuck out (leftovers in hand) to head to the Bilal concert. I was meeting a guy friend for the show, and calling it a date to make myself feel better about life. I paid for my own ticket, but he kept the drinks flowing. I felt good about it. The opening act was cool, but when Bilal took the stage - my GOD. A whole new energy poured into the venue. I was on my 4th Vodka Tonic

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-57473477114553662072009-05-03T18:47:00.006-04:002009-05-03T20:33:56.976-04:00

God is good all the time. All the time, God is good.Amen? Amen.The best thing I did for myself this weekend was not sit in the house. I know that consuming exorbitant amounts of alcohol might be considered contradictory in terms of "signs from God"... because, well... since when does God condone drunkenness? But let me tell you something: I have grown more in my relationship with God this past

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-11174596430325631132009-04-29T13:36:00.003-04:002009-04-29T13:45:27.905-04:00

Always remember my friendThe world will change againAnd you may have to come backThrough everywhere you've beenWhen your life was lowYou had nowhere to goPeople turned their backs on youAnd everybody said that you were throughI took you in, made you strong againPut you back togetherOut of all the dreams you left along the wayYou left me shiningNow you're doing wellFrom stories I hear tellYou own

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-45846027385983061552009-04-29T13:04:00.004-04:002009-05-01T13:54:57.147-04:00

"When someone shows you who they are, believe them."~Maya AngelouI will say this. My friends, for all of their weaknesses, and even in light of recent events... they come through in the clutch. They're there when it matters. They pick me up when I fall. And, even when I haven't fallen... and just feel deeply disappointed in someone, or something for that matter... they stay down for the cause.

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-66963027549746744332009-04-27T15:33:00.005-04:002009-04-27T16:29:11.724-04:00

I try really hard. Too hard, sometimes. I think.My weekend was really peaceful, which was great. I did what I said I'd do (for the most part) and separated myself from my best friends. Friday night I went out with a new group of friends, and partied hard. After confiding in one of my platonic male friends about "peaks and valleys" in my life at the moment, he took it upon himself to buy

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-55051241444038809922009-04-26T12:00:00.002-04:002009-04-27T15:33:46.537-04:00

Whenever it rains, I feel this wayA little something to get me through this dayGive me a little of thatNo time flatGonna be a good thingSerene but in need of feelin’ freeLetting go and landing on my feetBrushed the dirt off my backNo time flatGonna be a good thingWell people believe this saying is true“Whatever will be, will forever do”Whatever the cost, I'll pay in fullI ain't got nothin’ to do

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-64410955366028249462009-04-26T08:30:00.001-04:002009-04-26T08:30:00.645-04:00

Who wants to be right as rainIt's better when something is wrongYou get excitement in your bonesAnd everything you do's a gameWhen night comesAnd you're on your ownYou can say “I chose to be alone”Who wants to be right as rainIt's harder when you're on topCause when hard work don't pay offAnd I'm tiredThere ain’t no room in my bedAs far as I'm concerned soWipe that dirty smile off weWon't be

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-59553085840384082282009-04-25T11:00:00.000-04:002009-04-25T11:00:00.637-04:00

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes-And-I certainly haven't been spreading myself aroundI still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climbBut I'm good at being uncomfortableSo I can't stop changing all the timeI notice that my opponent is always on the go-And-Won't go slow, so's not to focus, and I noticeHe'll hitch a ride with any guideAs long as they go fast from whence

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-72422571723309240122009-04-24T11:02:00.002-04:002009-04-24T11:08:00.675-04:00

I’m liable to punch somebody in the face.If I have learned anything from my mother in the past few weeks, it’s this: do not let people stress you out. Initially, I interpreted this epiphany to mean “do not let co-workers, employers, colleagues stress you out.” Lately, though, I’ve had to amend my interpretation to include friends. In all honesty, I’m finding my friends, collectively, to be

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-48147425343410676892009-04-15T22:48:00.004-04:002009-04-15T23:20:16.037-04:00

My mom had a biopsy last week.It worried me. She had been rushed to the emergency room a few weeks prior for stomach and back aches. It had gotten to the point where she just couldn't handle the pain. So, one Sunday morning, in lieu of heading to church, she and my father headed to the ER at 8 am. They stayed there for twelve hours. They sat in the waiting room, sat there for tests, more

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-76618974463934402612009-04-09T12:12:00.000-04:002009-04-09T12:12:00.495-04:00

Making the decision to become a homeowner is a big one. Some people choose to live with their parents until marriage, when they are thereafter forced to move out. Some people rent their homes, but never really experience the triumphs (and tribulations) of living on their own. But many of us reach an age where we make the choice to move away from the protection of our parents, buy a home, and

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-55766223490680035852009-04-08T09:30:00.000-04:002009-04-08T09:30:00.573-04:00

The final weekend of March was a doozy. Melanie turned 25 on Friday, March 27th. The boy turned 25 of March 28th. Divvying up my time wouldn’t be too difficult…right? I spent Thursday night with Melanie, her family and close friends over dinner at South City Kitchen. I was supposed to meet up with her on Friday night as well, but the boy had just gotten here, and I was supposed to meet him

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-20267982946267612442009-04-07T10:53:00.001-04:002009-04-08T17:54:35.590-04:00

So I mentioned that March was a busy month. Coupled with the ongoing grind of working 9+ hours each day, I was overdue for some R&R and what better excuse than celebrating 25? Though I had taken my actual bday off, I decided it was necessary to take off every other Friday in the month of March as well. O.D. The next weekend, I was jetsetting to Chicago to see my friend Matthew in yet another play

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-90842224837196922692009-04-07T09:38:00.002-04:002009-04-07T10:54:53.907-04:00

It’s been a busy month. Turning 25 made me step up my “grown and sexy” game, which has been very time consuming to be quite honest. In any case, here are the Cliffs Notes. Details are forthcoming.Pre-Birthday Preparation – Stumbled upon a ridiculous department store sale with BCBG dresses selling at dirt cheap prices. Birthday dress, check! Later that month, I took a trip to the David Yurman

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-26293499276478232582009-03-04T23:45:00.001-05:002009-03-04T23:45:00.914-05:00

I'm not on Facebook, but I can still do this! Seems fitting being that the big 2-5 is right around the corner for me... so here goes.1. I am incredibly emotional. Lots of times, I manage to maintain a level head about things. But, when something is weighing on my heart, it literally takes all of my effort to resolve the issue. I haven't quite learned how to handle that.2. My biggest pet peeves

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-46414498253072741992009-02-27T22:38:00.004-05:002009-02-27T23:38:54.928-05:00

Layoffs, cramps, and minor car accidents.These things happen.The layoffs at my job this week were extremely terrifying to put it succinctly. People with whom I exchanged emails and attended meetings on a weekly basis were no longer employed. How was this happening? Our company was untouchable. We weren't bankers. We weren't building Chrysler's. We weren't shipping mail. We were a viable

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-9354324592001956842009-02-26T22:38:00.002-05:002009-02-26T23:16:22.584-05:00

...and do things I know you like...It's two-week-old news, but Valentine's day was amazing. To be honest, I might still be reeling off the natural high of it all. All my craziness had finally calmed down, and lucky me, he had managed to overlook most of it anyway. I hopped in the car Friday afternoon amped to see Dionne before she headed to her hometown for the weekend. The rest of the

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-92035927081626034242009-02-09T09:00:00.000-05:002009-02-09T09:00:01.417-05:00

I really love it whenLove it when we make mistakesBecause once againIt gives me a reason to complainI love the battle linesBattle lines we draw and cross in the mudOoh, I love it when we fightStanding on the verge of breaking upOr making loveWhat would I do if we were perfect?Where would I go for disappointment?Love without pain would leave meWondering why I stayI think of saving myselfBut with

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-69425386312742829842009-02-08T15:00:00.002-05:002009-02-08T15:17:46.667-05:00

I was chatting with Cece over drinks the other day about why I've been an emotional wreck for the past week. We were trying to get to the root of the problem, even though I already knew what it was. It's the relationship thing. I don't get why he doesn't want one. But I don't want a relationship either... so why can't I just chill the ufck out? "It's because you're not in control," she

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-89353112965137559522009-02-07T11:19:00.002-05:002009-02-07T11:32:24.482-05:00

Maybe I am foolishlyIn love with someone that isNot exactly on the same pageThat I am onWell, all my friends keep telling meStop walking 'round so blindlyBut when he calls, they're not aroundTo ever remind meMaybe this isn't loveBut if it isn't loveThen really, what is love?Maybe I will never reallyKnow what's love'Cause when he's aroundHe's got me feelingSome kinda wayMaybe this isn't loveBut if

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-53307499064247399582009-02-04T23:12:00.003-05:002009-02-04T23:24:59.036-05:00

I’m putting a hit out on stupid-ass St. Valentine.Die.He has me acting all kinds of crazy and irrational for absolutely NO reason at all. That stupid, stupid Saint. My morning began nicely enough. Standard weekly 9:00 am staff meeting, followed by a little gchatting with Anisa and the boy. I had some work that needed to get done, but I had all day to do it. No biggie. Little by little,

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-44973573367002504712009-01-21T12:28:00.004-05:002009-01-21T13:03:23.968-05:00

::Sighs::I have an inauguration update - but something is heavy on my heart, and I just need to get it off my chest before I can fully celebrate the weekend that was "Inauguration 2009".He's just not that into me. It's kind of funny, because that line has been circulating since SATC became a hit. It's a line that females the world over fight, debate, and analyze... and remains true no matter

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-22306088151935039952009-01-14T10:29:00.006-05:002009-01-14T10:47:10.715-05:00

I’m quitting this diet one day early. I’ve already reached my target weight, my skin is clearer, and I’m cranky this morning – so there you go.I cheated twice in Phase #2 and I have two pimples to show for it. Nice. The first cheat was with Ruby. I had taken her to an NBA game, and dinner afterwards. She ordered this Burbon Shrimp appetizer that was drenched in cream sauce, and served with warm,

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-27343276338993338842009-01-08T09:21:00.004-05:002009-01-08T09:42:36.606-05:00

Well hello there.Day #5 (Monday) - Got to work feeling proud; four days down and three more to go. After consulting with fasting/detox gurus in the office, however, I realized my little "plan" had some severe shortcomings. For starters, I should NOT have been adding milk or any dairy products to my fresh fruit smoothies. Whoops. Second, it would be okay to add light cardio or yoga to Phase #1

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-86810895355491329592009-01-04T12:37:00.004-05:002009-01-08T09:42:56.556-05:00

I think I'm going to shoot somebody.My roommate just walked into our apartment with a ufcking DAVID YURMAN bracelet on. Huh? What? First of all, it was only after I mentioned how desperately I wanted one that it occur ed to you, "hm, that's a good idea!" She stays jockin' my style. That's another reason I need to move out... she'll have me being reckless with my money... and '09 has no space for

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-58495491737295737482009-01-03T13:45:00.006-05:002009-01-08T09:43:17.377-05:00

In the spirit of "Playing It By Ear" I've had to make a few amendments to this whole Ultra Mega Super-Duper Detox thing I have going on. Day #1 wasn't terrible. [SPOILER ALERT - the boy stayed with me] Being with him, and waking up in his arms, and lounging the entire day away with him really distracted me from my hunger. When I finally got up to make him dinner, I wasn't that hungry. But, for

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-57656335485589074302009-01-03T13:17:00.004-05:002009-01-03T14:17:49.824-05:00

It's crazy how quickly things can change in this life. I'm finding that the best way to get through some of life's challenges is to change with the changes.On Monday, I received a package from the boy. A Christmas present with a card. Now, they were both thoughtful and sweet, but the card is what really stood out. The cover was silly - a man xeroxing his ass on the company copier - but the words

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-77837508749034744602009-01-02T08:30:00.001-05:002009-01-02T08:30:00.808-05:00

About six months ago when I first started this here little blog, I mentioned having “all the answers”. Well, lately, I seem to have more questions than answers… but I still feel as though I can help my homegirls out.I have these two friends. Cece lives here, with me, and we work for the same company. She’s in grad school, getting her MBA, with little (if any) real time to spare. Denise lives in

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-67508931816306563642009-01-01T09:15:00.000-05:002009-01-01T09:15:00.415-05:00

Resolved! In 2009, I will:Kick off the New Year with an Ultra Mega Super-Duper DetoxDetails: Begin with a weeklong (or 10-day) “Modified Master Cleanse” which allows *fresh* fruit smoothies (no added sugar, dairy etc., FRUIT + ICE ONLY!), the Master Cleanse concoction (lemon juice, molasses and cayenne pepper), and herbal tea. Gently re-introduce solid foods in Week 2 with a “Fresh Fruits and

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-75323405130481800452008-12-31T13:30:00.000-05:002008-12-31T13:30:32.518-05:00

I love you too muchTo let you hurt me againThough leaving you isLike walking in the windI can’t returnOr turn aroundOr let this wallI build come downFor you, at leastI love me too muchTo not find peaceThat piece of meI got rid ofWhen I gaveYou my loveWhen I gave you my loveWhen I gave you my loveI love you too muchTo let you hurt me againThough leaving you isLike walking in the windI can’t

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-19935098424412072312008-12-30T09:37:00.007-05:002008-12-30T11:25:53.662-05:00

Bye-bye 2008!And good riddance. While you had your high moments, and I thoroughly enjoyed my travels, revelations and wild times, I must say this: I am over you. Don’t get me wrong. Visiting DC four times in one year was amazing: First, to see my beloved sorority undergraduate chapter celebrate a glorious birthday; Second, to watch one of my dearest friends (“Denise”) graduate; Third, to party

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-48416746254162305032008-12-09T21:23:00.003-05:002008-12-09T22:16:58.373-05:00

I got waitlisted for an MBA Prep Program today.It was a program that I had been really enthusiastic about to begin with. I told all of my other B-School prospect friends to apply as well. I anticipated all of us getting in, and traveling the country together for seminars, panel discussions and campus visits - all through this saving grace of a program. But, I got waitlisted. I'm happy for those

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-12470495841262729912008-12-05T13:30:00.000-05:002008-12-05T13:30:00.714-05:00

Trying hard to speak andFighting with my weak handDriven to distractionIt's all part of the planWhen something is brokenAnd you try to fix itTrying to repair itAny way you canI dive in at the deep endYou become my best friendI want to love youBut I don't know if I canI know something is brokenAnd I'm trying to fix itTrying to repair itAny way I canYou and me are floating on a tidal

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-79557966953564914482008-12-04T18:43:00.003-05:002008-12-04T19:24:50.811-05:00

There's something odd taking place in the dating world lately.I'm not dating any one person specifically. "The Boy" throws me for a loop about once a month, which is fine. Sometimes I throw salt in the game just to spice things up. Don't ask me why. I'm a female and I have trouble controlling my emotions/thoughts/actions sometimes. I'm working on it. Otherwise, he and I converse regularly and

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-4694844970813948932008-12-02T13:25:00.007-05:002008-12-02T15:07:39.205-05:00

Last week, I experienced the definition of "Best Weekend Ever"... or maybe, "Best Weekend In Awhile". It was one of those weekends where you happen to stumble into a good time at every turn. It was a weekend full of surprises - both good and bad.Friday: After a long day of non-work, a new friend of mine came over to pre-game before the nights festivities. We had no concrete plans... we just

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-77012138882765174422008-12-01T15:27:00.003-05:002008-12-01T16:39:12.674-05:00

Family time is always time well spent.Thursday morning we wake up, shower and get ready to drive to Grandma's house. As I'm placing my homemade desserts in a bag, my father asks for the keys to my car. He needs to load the cleaning/lawn supplies into my trunk before we leave. Before the big dinner, he had planned to rank my grandmother's leaves and do some housework that she couldn't otherwise do

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-83248286576637536952008-12-01T14:48:00.005-05:002008-12-01T16:43:00.996-05:00

Family time is always time well spent.However, when your family (half of it, at least) shows up at your door unexpectedly, well, that's still "time well spent"... it just means you have to adjust your mindset and realize that your apartment is no longer your own. Well, at least not for the next few days.My father had said to me a few days prior that he "might" make it to town for Thanksgiving. I

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07815942942295104885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-54860320066205276422008-11-19T08:24:00.002-05:002008-11-19T13:23:12.731-05:00

All this free time is making me a little too introspective.You know how, when you have a girlfriend who's really going through something, you feel like you have ALL THE ANSWERS? And, in all reality, you probably do. You've been exactly where she's been... you've thought and felt all of her same thoughts and feelings. That sentiment is especially poignant, however, when this girlfriend happens to

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-44878381358240421322008-11-18T18:10:00.001-05:002008-11-18T18:10:01.160-05:00

It's late and I'm feeling so tiredHaving trouble sleepingThis constant compromiseBetween thinking and breathingCould it be I'm sufferingBecause I'll never give in?Won't say that I'm falling in loveTell me I don't seem myselfCouldn't I blame something else?(No, don't say it)Don't say I'm falling in loveSome kind of therapyIs all I need (all I need)Please believe me (please believe me)Some instant

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-65382791545291667412008-11-18T13:03:00.002-05:002008-11-18T13:10:12.245-05:00

Hi family -I wanted to wait until the news was "official" and now it finally is. Within the next two weeks, I will begin a permanent, full-time position with my old team as a Marketing Coordinator. My responsibilities (as they stand now) will be to coordinate and market all of our content online. Also, a little bird recently revealed that I may be working again with a newly created business

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-58988907783231950442008-11-16T19:52:00.005-05:002008-11-16T20:55:35.744-05:00

Have you ever been digging through your old things and stumbled upon traces of the person you used to be? It might be an old journal or day planner... maybe some old photos. It might be an old college notebook with notes or doodles revealing something or someone that was consuming all of your thoughts at that point in time...I was in clean-up mode a few minutes ago, and had to sit down to let

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-72418463167041103202008-11-09T12:22:00.002-05:002008-11-09T12:27:22.199-05:00

I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears [oh no]But I'm scared of [loving you]I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair [that's right]But I'm scared of [loving you]Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task?Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?Why do we love Love, when Love seems to hate us?Sorry if I sound so filled with gloomYou say you care and I know you doBut this is

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-66669569227568561282008-11-06T19:40:00.002-05:002008-11-06T20:11:37.320-05:00

He won.I had driven (very carefully) to TN to see Dionne. Tuesday, I spent the entire day cleaning, decorating and preparing food for her election party while she worked the polls. I washed and pin curled my hair while I waited for guests (and Dionne) to arrive. Around 7:30 pm people begin to show up, and CNN is on full blast in the living room. As states are called, we keep track in our own

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-3872103204006594382008-11-06T19:14:00.003-05:002008-11-06T19:40:30.355-05:00

On Monday, I woke up feeling okay. I had just returned from a fun-filled Halloween weekend. I had gone home, seen my parents and younger sister, and endured a twelve-hour road trip with two of my closest friends. There's no place like home, and it was refreshing to have gone back, even if only for three days.I woke feeling okay even though, technically, I was unemployed. It was my first

Michelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781244031895558095.post-4891171172379523502008-10-28T11:40:00.001-04:002008-10-28T11:42:04.639-04:00

“What really gets me is this: you work hard, you play by the rules, but when you need help – really need help – they let you hang.” ~Shane Scott, LEVERAGEI had the pleasure of previewing one of TNT’s newest shows, LEVERAGE, which premieres in December. In this particular episode, the most striking line (to

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Smile though your heart is achingSmile even though its breakingWhen there are clouds in the sky, you'll get byIf you smile through your fear and sorrowSmile and maybe tomorrowYou'll see the sun come shining through... for youLight up your face with gladnessHide every trace of sadnessAlthough a tear may be ever so nearThat's the time you must keep on tryingSmile, whats the use of crying?You'll

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I think God is preparing me for business school beyond my wildest comprehension. He’s doing so much to prepare me that He’s rendering me unemployed. Yup. God loves me SO MUCH that He’s taking away my job, and leaving me to fend for myself.Think about it. In every major application or interview, the most troubling question (for me, anyway) is this: What major obstacles have you overcome? To be

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IF YOU LIKE IT, THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT A RING ON IT.Fall Anthem:All the single ladies! (All the single ladies)All the single ladies! (All the single ladies)All the single ladies! (All the single ladies)All the single ladies!Now put your hands up!Up in the clubWe just broke upI’m doin’ my own lil’ thingYou decided to dipNow you wanna tripCause another brotha noticed meI’m up on himHe up on meDon

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I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Last night’s performance was ASTOUNDING. It was like the ultimate playlist from three of my favorite artists. It’s interesting that the concert venue was a renovated church called Tabernacle, because I definitely heard the gospel, sang some neo-hymns and darn-near caught the spirit! (It would be inappropriate to use profanity in a biblical metaphor, right?

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“My friends,” he said, over and over again. Or “my fellow Americans,” he would say. Gulp. Gulp. With each of those simple phrases, my friends and I were forced to drink. It wasn’t our fault, though. Those were the rules of the game. Any time McCain says “my friends,” “my fellow Americans,” or “when I was a POW,” we had to drink. By the end of the debate, I was tired of listening to him

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If having a vagina and journalism degree qualifies you to be Vice President, then I would like to be nominated as Secretary of State. Lemme get them nuclear codes too, while we’re at it.Perhaps I’m not really qualified, though. I’ve never served on a PTA; I’ve never been a mayor (of a city whose population mirrors that of my alma mater); and I’ve never been Governor of an energy producing state

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Why do some people have such a hard time following through? When you say you're going to do something, you should do it. Period. And, if you're going to break a commitment, there's no need for excuses.Excuses don't explain. Explanations don't excuse.Tis all.

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A long, long, looong time ago, when I was on facebook (in the pre-"note" era) there was an application that mirrored blogs. Now, I'm not sure if the whole "note" thing stuck around from 2006 until now, or left and came back, but I'm hearing that it has only recently become popular. I always have been a little ahead of my time. Regardless, after I graduated and began to mingle with young men in

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[Preface: Homecoming is quickly approaching. With this in mind, I can't help but reflect on some of my fondest memories as I amp myself for next month's festivities. Homecoming is about more than the game, the Yard, the stepshow... It's about seeing the people who helped you through some of the most trying experiences in your life. It's about those long nights you spent in your BFF's apartment

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They can hear it in my voice. I’ve been on the phone with my mother and my former boss, both within the past hour, and they have each said “you sound down”. She could see it in my face. “I can tell you’re anxious about where you’re going to land,” she said in my informational meeting this morning. “It’s that obvious, huh?” I responded. Wow.It’s like a little parasite that embeds itself in

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It's restaurant week! Restaurants all over the city are vying for consumer dollars by offering their delectable cuisine for insanely low prices. Last Saturday a friend and I went to Rosa Mexicano (I'd been dying to go) for dinner. This participating restaurant afforded us the chance to sample three courses of their finest cuisine for 25 bucks. Nice.While their modified "Restaurant Week" menu was

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You've got me caught up in a dazeAnd I, can't seem to understandWhat I've been thinkingAnd although you come in clearly nowHard for me to turn aroundAnd keep from blinkingAll that I can do is be thereHeaven knows that I swearYou do something to meAnd I'll never ever tell a lieI'll always be there by your sideIt's so soothingIt's clearly understandableI'm not some type of animalI'm just in love

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I can't be mad.If I told him I couldn't talk to him everyday, what do I really expect? People move on. Some, more quickly than others... He moves damn fast. I'm just saying.It's not that I couldn't "talk" to him everyday, though. I had the physical capability to open my mouth and carry on a conversation. I was actually always very interested in what he had to say. His ability to make me

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