A Lesson to All Men and a True Story

"Moreover I have boundary issues with men. Or maybe that's not fair to say. To have issues with boundaries, one must have boundaries in the first place, right? But I disappear into the person I love. I am a permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog's money, my dog's time-everything. If I love you, i will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts(in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will project upon you all sorts of good qualities you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.
I do not relay these facts about myself with pride, but this is how it's always been."

-Eat, Pray, Love by E. Gilbert, page 65, paragraph 3, bead 22

Take a hint...

Why on earth did I want a science degree in the first place?!
I guess you don't always see things clearly when you are in the situation, as you do when you are watching the car crash.
(and NO that is not a reference to Jersey Shore!!!)
My friend pointed out some very intriguing personal facts last week.
All of which pertained to my degree selection...
1. I am awful at math...
2. I can't remember a thing from high school science
3. I day dream way too much
4. I read all the time
5. I look up words in the dictionary for kicks
6. I enjoy peer edit, thoroughly
7. I keep a daily journal
8. If all of my classes were english related I would have a  4.0 gpa...
9. I love people
10. I love to talk
11. I was a teacher's assistant to all of my english teachers in high school...

Fuck It...I am changing my major.
I will fight until MLA is my second language and speech is considered "me time"....

Cute

My boss gave me a fifty cent raise for one paycheck...then revoked it the next.
Did I do something wrong? No I earned it.
"Pay cuts", she explained.
So she cut my raise.
Cute while it lasted...?

J. Dahlen...

My creative writing teacher is going to Seattle, Washington...my home.
I am more than jealous, everytime I go there I fall in love.
I hope she sees past the clusters of criminally insane drivers/tourists and instead absorbs the old city for what it is.
A community. A melting pot of every person and every belief and every destination.
I hope she sees the mist over the Puget Sound at sunset off of a ferry boat.
I hope she puts a wad of gum under Pike Place Market.
I hope she eats a lavender delight at Cupcake Royal.
I hope she too falls in love.