I Don't Usually Hold With Foreign Food

I like simple meals. My dinner tonight consists of a piece of bread, two slices of American cheese, and a glass of milk. Lunch was a helping of tuna spread across some crackers, also served with milk. A bagel hastily shoved down my gullet on the drive to school this …

But There Were Some Who Resisted

My microeconomics teacher seems to have two personae. The first dresses in one of six Hawaiian shirts paired with khaki cargo shorts and Adidas sandals. His hair is slightly rumpled, and he compensates for his casual look by demanding even more from the students. I …

The King Has Got a Crown Again

Disjointed Thoughts from This Morning:

If I ever fall in love, I fully expect it will be in the month of September.

One of the best smells in the morning is that of butter melting into a freshly toasted bagel.

People seem to think that flying is an overrated …

Squirrel Power

There are two keys to making sure you write things on Twitter that are funny enough for other people to mark as favorites. 1) Be friends with Seven. Don't believe me? I think half my tweets end up on Favrd thanks to her. So follow @ohmyseven on Twitter now. Even …

P.S. Bees Still Freak Me Out

I'm reading through The Secret Life of Bees for the second time because Moby-Dick got off to such a slow start and because I somehow always end up reading three or four books at once. Sometimes, I write down passages that were particularly well-written or that just …

The Scent of Guilt

I have always hated the smell of potpourri.

My family moved when I was five years old, since the school system near our first house was dreadful. I hadn't yet started kindergarten, since I was born three days after the September 1 cut-off. At the time, I was very …

Cerebellum'd!

The boy who sits next to me in my microeconomics class is cute in an innocent sort of way. He is sometimes easily embarrassed, but he manages to make that a charming attribute. I'm not currently "on the prowl" for a boyfriend or even a crush, but there is so little to …

The Shards of Narsil

I would like to collect shredded pieces of credit cards in the wild hopes of re-uniting them with their kin. I have no desire to use the cards, mostly because I'm content with what I have but also because running from the law takes way too much effort. I just want to …

Forget Growing Up

I miss my daddy telling me a new fairy tale every night, always about Princess Rachel and her adventures with her pet tiger or Prince Charming or whatever.

I miss nap time.

I miss playing with my stuffed animals.

I miss the little checklist I kept in my nightstand …

Quite Content to Ignore and Be Ignored

Books Currently on My Desk:

• Chicago Moleskine
• The Book of Lost Tales 1
• The Book of Lost Tales 2
• The Lays of Beleriand
• The Return of the King (paperback)
• The Elements of Style: Fourth Edition
• The Fellowship of the Ring (hardcover)
• The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

I …

Goodbye, Summer

Autumn has been my favorite season for as long as I can remember. Once the calendar flips to September, I am the happiest kid on the block. My birthday happens, school starts, and the weather ages to perfection. Cool, crisp nights end with warm, breezy days. The …

Oompa Loompas and Top Hats

When I first attended the local community college three years ago, I got stuck in an Intro to the Internet class. It was a terrible three-hour torture session every Monday night, and it was easily the worst class I have ever taken in my entire life. Except maybe …

Sneezyskirts and Sternutation Cat

If the measure of true love was determined by how many times you have sneezed on the other person in addition to the number of times that person has sneezed on you, I would be married to this cat.

The Dorky Forked Spork (from Ork)

My phone only holds so many "extra" words in its predictive text memory bank. I refuse to start cutting out letters from my words or word from my vocabulary, though, so there is a constant battle raging between myself and a little pink thorn in my side called the …

The Best Part of Growing Up . . .

. . . has nothing to do with Folgers in your cup. Although, I must say that I feel very grown up when I get to work in the morning and pour myself a nice, big cup of coffee to drink at my very own desk in my very own shared-with-the-best-roomie-ever office.

But I'd …

The Year of the Basketball

Today, I turn twenty-three years old. That might just be my second-favorite number, right behind sweet sixteen. Of course, I always associate twenty-three with Michael Jordan, so I've dubbed this entry and the next 365 days "the year of the basketball." Hopefully, …

Just Kidding, Mom

I have spent my entire day editing short autobiographies written by young moms. It is definitely unfair to assume that the poor writing is in any way related to their status as mothers . . . but life isn't fair. Therefore, I will now preposterously claim that giving …

All Shall Love Me and Despair

There is ample reason to celebrate on September 2. For one thing, my best friend is still alive on his 26th birthday. He comes back from Iraq in three weeks. If I'm super sneaky, I might get to see him before he returns in December. These things make me smile.

But …

For "Boston Boy"

He told me to a write a "lymerick."

His spelling of which, it made me sick.

And yet here I go,

Attempting to show

That, once in a while, my wit is quick.