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Name: Melissa
Country: Tuvalu
Birthday: 10/11/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Playing Tennis, Trying To Run, Being With Friends, Being With Jay, Studying super hard, and Daydreamin about all of the things above.
Expertise: well, I am rather good at kicking butt in tennis and chewing gum and walking at the same time.
Occupation: Student
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Website: visit my website
Member Since:
3/30/2003
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| I was just reading Billy Pietrykowski's Xanga posts while I WASN'T studying and was thinking. "wow, I really need to get back into writing for fun." Reading his stuff, deep like poetry and so beautiful I felt like crying and laughing at the same time. When did I stop writing like that? When did I become so dead set on being "practical" that I stopped being whimsical, if even only through words? When did I start to find my writing not good enough for me to be that serious about while also being not good enough for me to be irrationally and irractically dedicated and random with. Putting myself into structured writing changed the way my mind thought. Just once, like I use to, I'd love to open to a blank page and think "I should take a picture of this. It's so beautiful" and fill it with superflous thoughts that mean the difference of life and death to me. No more "who, what, where, when, why". That's reserved for a starched shirt and stillettos. I want to write the stuff that's written on a back porch, barefooted with my hair up haphazardly while I'm wearing a tshirt from junior high track meets. I want to write the type of stuff I write in my mind on runs that I never write down. I want to write the stuff that makes people, even if it's just me, feel like reciting until memorization so that when all else seems strange and foreign, they can recite just one line, the line that makes a difference, and they feel like they understand things again. I want to write like I use to, for hours until my hand was too sore to move, the sun had set and I just then realized that I was hungry and skipped dinner while the pen was feverishly trying to get down the rapid fire of my mind. I want to write passionatly about nothing and believe it.
Something in me tells me that when I stopped writing like the above, I stopped living like I use to. The difference is in the journals that I haven't filled and the resaurant napkins that I've desperatly wanted to jot a thought down on, but told myself that I shouldn't be that serious about it.
Open up a notebook to a blank page and stare at it. If you find it at all beautiful; it's potential, it's promise, fill it with words. When you've finished, look at what you've created. It's a miracle, really. You transposed thoughts into words on a page. It can be shared or tossed, or put in your wallet and taken out years from now by some girl flirting with you and you'll blush and she'll read it and she'll think you're dreamy and philosphical. Or maybe, you'll just get done and think, "I needed that." Write. Go, do it now.
Thanks, Billy, I needed that. | | |
| My life has completely changed from what I thought it'd be and I couldn't be happier!Hi everyone. As the title may suggest, there have been a few ch-ch-changes in my life.
1. I'm changing my major to psychology. After a lot of soul searching, freaking out, crying and endless hours telling myself that I still love journalism, I kept coming back to the same truth: I do not want to write journalistically for the rest of my life, so I did what I always do: I researched my options and went with my heart. My plan currently is to get my major is psych (and someday Ph.D? or Psy.D?) and minor in religious studies and nutrition. I figure this way, I have lots of option and hopefully can someday focus my efforts on teenagers with eating disorders, a passion (as morbid as that sounds) of mine with religious undertones. All of this brings me to...
2. I'm transferring to the University of Dayton for next year. Where should I begin? Well, as some of you know, I came to OU for Scripps and when Scripps went out of the picture, I realized that I really didn't want to be here. The atmosphere always left me searching for more (and I'm pretty easy to amuze, I think) and after talking to advisors and professors (who actually encouraged me to transfer!), I decided to cough up some extra bucks, throw the securing of friendship aside and transfer to UD, a school with a more respected repuation and atmosphere that has been calling me since I was on campus as a 6th grader and said to my parents "I want to go here". So that's that. Wish me luck!
3. I'm not living in Fremont this summer. Nope! I'm going to be a camp counselor and tennis instructor at Camp Greystone, an amazing camp for girls in North Carolina. I heard about it through a friend and things seriously feel into place with such ease... it was like God just put up a neon sign that said "DO THIS!" and so I am and I couldn't be more excited. So, I'm coming home from school on the 8th and leaving from vacation at the Outer Banks on the 9th, spending a week there, coming home then flying to NC (they're paying for that, too! Blessings for camp number 395) on the 20th or 21st. I'll be there for 8 weeks and then come home a week before I leave to move into UD. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I'm said that I won't be in Fremont to see all my friends, but I think this is just one the those things that I have to do. Also, any conspiracy theorists who find it a little too convient that Jay scored an internship in Raleigh, NC, stop your thoughts right there. These two amazing opportunities happened completely independant from each other, so there.
Alright, but before all of this can happen, I need to take exams and in order for me to take exams I need to study and in order for me to study, I need to stop writing this run-on sentece and just get to it, so 1,2,3
God bless you all and Love always
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| Well, well, well, this has been a very exciting week for me. How shall I begin?
1. After a quarter from youknowwhere, I took my finals and bid farewell to my classes. The grades? Not so great, but while I will miss the dean's list this quarter, I have been thinking that after the crazy eye infection that kept me from class for almost a week and my roommate going balistic on me, I can be okay with not being an A student just this once.
2. MY SISTER IS ENGAGED! You read correctly. Most of you who are also her friends probably haven't heard this yet because she hates attention and, therefore, doesn't like to tell people. She's pretty sneaky... she tells people she knows will spread the news for her... she's a funny girl. Her fiance, Sean, is an amazing guy. He's brilliant (just like her), funny (just like her), will be going to Med school (just like her and with her), Irish dances (okay, she doesn't do that), juggles balls, swords, clubs and fire (not all at once, mind you) and is so in love with her ( ). They will be getting married next summer. She asked me to be her maid of honor and, well, I'm honored. Now, if I could only figure out what a maid of honor does... and suggestions?
3. We held a massive birthday party for my Grandma's 85th at my house this weekend. We had about 35 people here (note: that number is my uncle/aunts and their kids plus maybe three of her siblings... that's right, I have a huge family. And the other side of my family is just as large!). It was a great time for Ang and Sean to announce their news and for us to all get together. My grandma's birthday wish? She wished she was 60. Isn't she cute?
4. I have a cold... again. I'm going to the doctor today to figure out why my immune system is so low. I went to the eye doctor this morning and he says the infection left no permanent scars and I can start to wear my contacts again (JOY)!
Okay, this has been a really boring post. Give me a topic and I'll write about anything you want next time. I'm serious!
God bless,
Melissa | | |
| Wow, what a crazy last two weeks!
First, my roommate... yeah, she's moved out now and I can now breath more and not worry about what state (of mind or being) she'll be in when I get back home. It was hard to put my foot down knowing that she might get hurt, but I had enough of being belittled and creeped out and disrespected. I wish her all the luck in the world, I really do, but while she's changing the world with her big plans, she won't be living with me. phew. That was last week.
this week, I started noticing that my eyes were a little funny and woke up on the lovely Valenine's Day with what the people at our health center thought was pink eye. "Pink eye on Valentine's Day," I thought, "my body sure has a sense of humor.... umm, should pink eye hurt this bad?" So, the next day, I woke up in crazy pain and went back to the health center at which point they decided that 1. I had a nasty cold and should be taking antibotics and 2. it wasn't pink eye and I should go to the eye center at the hospital. Well, awhile later, I'm with an eye doctor (not a gyno like at the health center. does that seem off center to anyone else?) and he tells me that I have infected corneas and membranes. Ergo, my corneas are swollen, ergo the crazy pain. So, he put me on lots of different types of drops and ointments and a painkiller and sent me on my merry way. So, I decided to try to go to class and my journalism professor takes one look at me (I looked like I'd been beat up and then had lemon juice poured in my eyes) and said, "I know you don't want to miss this test, but go home!", so I did and I stayed there the rest of that day, all of the next day and the morning of the following day. No reading, no writing, no computer, no TV. I feel for the blind... and I was only without sight for two days. How crazy. So, I went back to the good doc and he says that things are clearing up nicely and that there shouldn't be permanent damage. What a relief!
So, now I'm really behind in school and really out of the social loop, but really well rested and well again. Thank you, God.
Speaking of God... Jay and I are doing a Bible-in-a-year study together. It's been way cool, so if you have someone you can do that with, do it TODAY. Speaking of God some more, I'm getting a new roommate on Sunday that I met through my Woman's Bible study... yea for roommates that I can mention religion and not get sighed at!
Well, time for more medicine and I think bed because I'm a loser like that right now... but not normally a loser. Normally I'm a cool kid... right? right? anyone, anyone... | | |
| I miss being at a school where religion is important. I thought I'd love breaking out from being naive, but, oh, how I'd love to run back to that comfort zone. I love a lot of things about this school... and yet I don't know. I really like the journalism school and I know simply by graduating from here, I will be on the fast track for better jobs right and left (granted, that requires work, but I'm always willing to do that). There are few universities prettier than this one, that's for sure. I've met so many amazing people here, found so many great things to be involved in, yet I wonder if there are universities that are more tailored to people like me. Actually, I am fairly confident there are. Schools like Notre Dame, Dayton, Boston College, John Carroll... No school is perfect, that's for sure. and, who's to say that I'd even be interested in another school or wouldn't feel like I'm missing out on some amazing opportunity because I'm not at one of the best j-schools. I guess I'll have to put my journalistic skills to the test and check out others... THIS IS NOT SAYING THAT I'M TRANSFERRING AND I'M NOT SAYING THAT I'M NOT HAPPY MOST OF THE TIME, but there comes a point in my life ... maybe too often ... that I analyze ( a lot) and don't feel like I can really relax until I've checked out other options. So, here I go, analyzing. With a little luck and a lot of prayer, hopefully I can get back to feeling confident about my decisions.
So, there you have it. My thoughts. Maybe I was up too late last night to be able to make sound judgement this morning.
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