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Time for a change of scenery. After 442 posts, I'm moving. I've been blogging in a new spot for a bit now (can it still be called "blogging" if it's no longer blogger? "wordpressing"? "pressing"?) I feel a bit sad to be leaving this blog, now that I've gone and done it, but I seem to require a change of blogs every four years. (Let's see what happens in 2012?!)I can now be found at http://

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1.) we have a betta fish. his name is jacques, and he came home with me a few days ago when I saw him languishing in about an inch of water in a tiny container, on the shelf at wal-mart. he's feeling a bit frisky tonight, swimming around his (comparatively HUGE!) fishbowl, winding his way between the plants, blowing little bubbles up at the surface. This is in contrast to when I first brought

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Friday night, I made Molly's Braised Onion Sauce with Pasta (originally from James Beard). I adapted it to meet our own taste; we've been dairy-free for three months now, so instead of butter, I used a few tablespoons of canola oil. We didn't have any Madeira, so I used 1/4 Chardonnay, and it was just amazing. I made a pound of pasta to go with it, so we had a lot left over (not as much as should

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Interesting post about commercial shampoos and conditioners, and detailed instructions on how to cleanse your hair without using them.Update: I tried this last night, the baking soda shampoo mix and apple vinegar rinse, and my hair feels wonderful this morning; it's soft, curly, and, I can't stop touching it; it's lovely. There's no residual paste from the baking soda, nor is there any

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John: Did you know that in general, a woman's pH levels are more acidic, and men's are closer to a base? (pause)I'm more like detergent, you're more like hydrochloric acid.

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I tend to bounce around from craft to craft, not staying long enough to completely master it, but enough to get a feel for it and be comfortable doing it. also, have noticed that i tend to change crafts with the seasons. winter? lots of heavy yarns and knitting almost every night (it keeps my hands warm). spring? open windows, beautiful watercolors splashing across the paper. and now,

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I was inspired, just now, by some of Jeffrey Yamaguchi's 52 projects, and headed up to the office desk to let the creativity flow. I got as far as putting a coffee wash on one of my papers, then came back downstairs. And here I am, eating watermelon, coughing, snuggled in with a blanket, and getting a kick out of my husband's continuous political commentary. Tomorrow I'm taking a sick day, and

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my very favourite commercial. I love every bit of it.

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a quiet night at home tonight. we have so many busy evenings throughout the week (when I get off work later or when he has a night-time graduate class), and it seems like something's always coming up to make our time off busy, too...so i love these - rare! - slow evenings. the book i'm reading is "The Produce Bible," by Leanne Kitchen. it's almost like a fruit/vegetable/nut encyclopaedia, but

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...And how did I fill my days without posting?A:Traveling to visit in-state relatives.Helping out a friend.Passing my probationary period at work - I've been there for four months now, which means that I'm finally beginning to accumulate vacation and sick time!Housing, at one point, the two of us, my mom, dad, brother, co-worker, and co-worker's cat. In 600 sq. feet! QUITE CROWDED. COULDN'T

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Because it means I can spend an evening curled up on the couch with my husband, watching my favourite movie from when I was six, and finally being the one in this marriage who has actually seen the movie before.

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I love cooking. I don't think "love" is too strong a word; time to cook is one of the three things I look forward to the most about the weekends: Time with John, sleeping in, and cooking (may or may not be in that order).For months before I graduated college, I was subject to the whims of a disturbingly bare, lackluster, outdated dorm kitchen, shared with dozens of girls who didn't clean up after

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I'm coming up on my two-month anniversary at my job. And I'm realizing that no matter how long I work there, it'll always be hard to get out of bed in the morning, leaving our cocoon of warmth. The last hour before I have to get up is my favourite - I sleep harder, because I've checked the clocks all night long and know that the alarms are (both) set, the bed is all warm and cozy, and John's

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I'm at a loss for words tonight, mainly from being humbled after reading Shauna James Ahern's new book, Gluten-free Girl: How I Found the Food that Loves Me Back...and How You Can, Too. The way she twines words together is indescribable. Her entire book is absolutely delicious, simultaneously humbling and motivating.So, rather than trying to dredge up suitable words, I'll leave pictures.First, a

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1. Our weekend is finally here. Funny, how the last few hours of the last day before my break always go by the slo-o-o-owest. Plans for the weekend: Cooking (roast chicken, rosemary potatoes), baking (bagels? Molasses cookies), cleaning, laundry, studying (John), stringing up white lights around our apartment (me), cuddling (both, obvs), and knitting (me).2. The weather here is colder now,

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John's upstairs, sleeping, and I should be, too. But lately, the days are seeming to go by so quickly - well, no. Not the days. The nine hours out of the day when I'm at work, generally go very slowly. The few hours of the day we have here at home at night, before we have to go to sleep, are the few that race by. I just wish there were more time. There are so many things I want to do, time I

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Just in order to rent and watch "Sicko" tonight, John opened up a new account at Blockbuster (it's on the opposite side of town from us). I'd never watched a Michael Moore video in its entirety, and I've always been pretty skeptical of him, anyway. I sat on the couch, flipping through a book of knitting patterns, not at all interested in the movie...for the first ten seconds. "Sicko" was

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I can hardly believe it's November already. The weather here, so much more mild than we're used to, has lulled us into a belief in an eternal Autumn. Tonight though, it's blustery, leaves swarming from the trees and through the night, highlighted as they blow and swirl under the street lamps, caught up in gusts of wind. I'm so ready for November, though. I'm ready for colder weather, for snow

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Doesn't he look studious? Please note the remote, just next to his hand, ready anytime we hear a burst of yelling from the apartment next door, meaning that something exciting/bad happened in the Patriots/Colts game, the studious look is shattered as he un-mutes the tv and joins in the jubilation/disappointment. Dress: New, on clearance; marked down from $36.00 to $3.60. Necklace: Vintage,

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From this:To this:And this: Then this:And, now, this:It just keeps getting better and better. Happy two-year anniversary, baby! I love you.

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Lately, with getting another year older (at least, I hope that's the reason), I've had innumerable flashbacks to my childhood. Things I hadn't thought of for years; memories that had lay dormant for so long I wasn't aware of their existence. And thinking back to the little girl I used to be, I realize how important it is for me to have the motivation and courage to do what I've always wanted to

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Last weekend, John and I drove to my parent's house to see my family and my grandfather, who isn't physically well anymore. In 60 hours, we spent a day and a half at my parent's house, visited with my grandpa, older brother, nephew, younger brothers, John's mom and sister, and drove 1400 miles. It felt so crazy, such a whirlwind trip, but I am so glad we went. And though the drive was long (

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Sweden.Even though I come from a largely Scandinavian heritage (I have Swedish, Norwegian, and Danish roots [and a handful of others, as well]), I always felt a little odd when I coming into into contact with people who were very gung-ho about their roots and visiting those "home" countries, for I never had any interest in visiting any of mine. Norway? Eh... Sweden? Not that high on my list.

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Finds!I had $50 of birthday money burning a hole in my pocket yesterday, so after I dropped John off at his office, I went shopping. Yay! There were a few things I'd been needing, including a hair straightener, so I got one of the new ones that dries and straightens hair at the same time. Such Technology! I hate blow-drying my hair (read: I don't even own a blow-dryer), and I equally hate waiting

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I'm not even going to try to make an excuse for not posting in over a month (except that, as I type this, I realize that that's exactly what I'm gearing up for). It's been such a busy month, full of job searching, applications, lots of hot, hot days, a few visits with family and friends, and settling more firmly into our life here, together. I absolutely love being married.I'm listening to Il

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Watch, watch, watch...this is what had me crying before I'd even gotten to have my breakfast!

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July 14th, 2007: In Pictures . . .. . .. . . We're married!

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I have a confession to make.I am a food snob.I watch people; what they eat; what they put into their shopping carts at the grocery store. And sometimes, I cannot believe what people are willingly putting in their bodies.I think this snobbery comes from the fact that I am so strict with myself about what I eat, the fact that I read labels like crazy, and am so, so careful about what I put into my

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On the Art of Being Selfish*When the wedding planning began, months ago, I tried to be fair and open, taking everyone's suggestions, everyone's advice.Because of my sweet openmindedness, I have been utterly overwhelmed**. I have received advice from people at the post office, from people I don't know, from friends of friends, from people telling me about a mother's aunt's friend's sister (you

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Someone, please remind me that I will not get any closer to my Goal Body by eating Nutella. From the jar. With a spoon.

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I was huddled under the 20-pound mound of blankets in the guest room, trying to regain feeling in my fingers and toes. The weather here has been barely reaching 40 during the day, very damp and chilly, with a howling, cutting wind that makes the outdoors so cold that my knuckles ache. I've worn the same sweatshirt for three days now, trying to ward off the cold, trying to ignore the goosebumps

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Definitely not cut out for wilderness survival.Two days ago, I was grocery shopping. I bought the usuals: tomatoes, a mango, one box of rice pasta, a liter of soymilk. And then I decided to go all out and buy some fish. The only fish they had that I recognized was a fillet of salmon (Tilapia? I haven't met you before!), so, hey! Salmon is good. Mmm, salmon. Into the basket it went.Last

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new evidence in the case of my twisted mind:As I was walking down the stairs to the basement gym just now, pondering the rise of pole-dancing classes - and thus thinking of how I could never muster up any fiber of my being that would want to, as I find everything about strip clubs utterly abhorrent - my mind came up with the perfect name for a business. The business: part strip club, part

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Here I am, back at school. It's my last semester, and I keep marveling at that fact - This is my last sememster. The very last one. I am a senior, I am graduating in May. I will no longer be an undergraduate. I remember the first college courses I took, and how it felt as though the next years rolled out so far in front of me that I couldn't see the end. And now it's here. I just have to

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Any time this commercial comes on, I drop everything to watch it. ...and I'm a loser. It's okay, I've learned to deal.

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5 things I have to do (but don't really want to, not right now anyway):1. gather research from the other three books that finally came in over Inter-Library-Loan.2. type up my Environmental Anthropology final.3. work on my historiography.4. study for my History of the US final.5. vacuum (but I can't right now, anyway, as the dorm has 24-hour quiet hours for Finals Week).5 things I want to be

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Last night in my environmental anthropology course, one of my classmates reported on incidents linking the rising numbers of breast cancer and diabetes (as well as many other health problems) to the release of estrogen levels from...plastic. Studies have shown that some plastics leach hormones into the things they contain (soda, water, foods, etc.). "In April 1999, Consumers Union confirmed

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Something I wrote on a friend's blog, which, when reviewed, seems to so aptly summarize my life -- full of paranoia and parenthesis[es]:I'm generally neurotic about doors, but because my bathroom is right here in my room (thus I'm the only one who has access to it), I find myself leaving the bathroom door open. Even when I'm in the shower. It's funny, because I used to totally be like you in that

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In my search for an injection of Christmas cheer, I discovered SKY.fm's Christmas Channel. It's non-stop, commercial-free stream of Christmas music. There are lots of classics, with Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, some Johnny Mathis, some instrumental, and then Mannheim Steamroller (one of my favourites!) and the Transsiberian Orchestra.Now all I need: Eight inches of snow, more little twinkle

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One of my favourite commercials ever (and I used part of my iTunes gift certificate to download the song playing in the background).

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I am so tired, and just about to go take a nap. A nap? On a Monday afternoon?! Shouldn't I be in class?!?Yes, normally. But today, I received an e-mail that said the professor for my 3-hour afternoon class is sick! I feel sorry for her, and I hope she gets well very soon. But at the same time, I am thrilled to not have to go to class. And then I found out that from now on, my Historical

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Lately, everything seems to make my heart full, but then make me want to cry.Examples of Heart Full:jb (john. :) ). getting to spend parts of each of the last five days with him.knowing i have one semester left after this one, and then i'm finished.in 230 days, we'll be married.waking up at jeanne (jb's mom)'s house and knowing that I get to spend a part of the day with him. knowing that jb's

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I just finished reading Catcher in the Rye. Well, actually, I just finished rereading it. I'd read it once before, four years ago, mainly during breaks during my job. I didn't the book then, as it was too raw, too consuming.I had to read it again for my Major Author class; there's a quiz on it Tuesday afternoon. I read it all today, and forced myself to take a break from it, halfway through. It's

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there is a song that has been haunting me for a very long time. first heard two years ago, it flits through my mind on quiet, cold, dreary, dreamy days, feeling as though i'm sliding through space, everything cushioned - yet simultaneously amplified. i know that might not make any sense, but it's as though i'm in a dream-state, a continual observer, yet never observed. i have never been able to

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Olive Garden, TheWhy the Olive Garden, you ask? Not only because I scored two (count them: one, two!) free meals there, courtesy of amazing people (including John), but because of this. So confident are they that you will still return to their restaurant, even if you can make the same thing at home...that they put up all of my favourite recipes online. Oh, Chicken Marsala, this weekend when I'm

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It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!!I am so freaking excited. It's snowing out right now, beautiful flakes falling purposefully towards the ground, undisturbed by any wind. The beautiful night makes me think of The Snowman, a movie that absolutely enchanted me when I was a kid. Why am I so delighted? There are two main reasons:1.) I love, love, love everything about Christmas2.)

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so i haven't been posting the past few days because my name never showed up on the nablopomo list. posting everyday is nice, but i wasn't going to find time to do it when my schedule was swamped, since i wasn't even on the official list of participants.of course, today when i looked at the list, my name is on it. i guess one could say that i'm irked. irked at myself for not continuing to post,

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the next year...I reviewed my Degree Progress Report this evening, to find out which classes I need to take next semester; insuring that I meet all requirements for graduation.I thought I was going to have another 19-credit semester, and there was always the nightmare in the back of my head that something would occur that would prevent me from graduating...and that it would snowball from there,

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This entire semester has been marked by moments of sheer panic, worndering how on earth I'll be able to get something done on time, when I have sixty-five other projects due at the same time. And I go to sleep at night worrying about it, thinking that I'll probably die when the deadline (ooh, funny) comes, because what human would be able to do all this stuff at once and live to tell the tale?!

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Definitely a Monday...I've been fighting off a sinus-ey bug for the past four days, and have been headachey and feeling pretty low the entire time. I've still been persisting in my workouts, because I know that if I just sit here on my butt all day, I'll feel even worse (mentally, if not physically). I've been gaining muscle like crazy, but my insane weight-drop has stopped, as I knew it would.

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Redirecting...I am utterly lacking in inspiration (and time) today. So shuffle along, now -- but don't think I won't give you something to keep you company. Hip! I am hip. I tried to sew cinnamon rolls onto my head for the costume, but they made Marc cry and go binge on peas. Sometimes I don't understand him, but then I realize that's because he is choking on something and I have to Heimlich

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Congratulations to The Shark!Samardzija had six catches for 177 yards and a touchdown. It was his 23rd career touchdown catch, breaking the school record set by Derrick Mayes in 1995.(story via nbcsports)I saw the play, and it gave me goosebumps, then made me cry. I love seeing people do well. Congrats, Samardzija!

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Day 10, I think...I've been religiously tracking my activities, calories (but particularly carbs), etc. on fitday, which is amazing. It records my progress toward my goal, keeps a chart of my weight, and is overall an incredibly useful tool. I hadn't stepped on the scale yesterday, because I wasn't feeling up to it (I thought the scale might read an increase, for sure, even though I've good), so

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Exactly one year ago tonight, I met John. It's so strange, thinking back to last year at this time, exactly this time, I was lonely. I had realized that being with no guy was better than being with the wrong guy, but I still wished that I could be with the right guy, right then. I had no idea what was in store for me, that that very evening would change my life.I remember that I was strangely

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Last 5 songs I listened to:1. You Were Meant for Me -- Jewel. It's so melancholy, and the wistfulness in her voice twists my heartstrings.2. She -- Elvis Costello. So pretty and romantic! It makes me think of walking down a London street at night in late fall, wrapped up in John's arms, wearing a skirt that is too short for the weather, and tall heels, but not feeling the cold because I'm so

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[sic]I don't ever go for the t-shirts with the cute/funny/geeky/halfheartedly-offensive sayings, but I'd make an exception for this one.

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Day 7 (with a new addition)I woke up this morning at 5:30. My body's still on Daylight Savings Time, and as I really enjoy being awake before anyone else (I'm the most productive very early in the morning and very late at nght), I'm going to keep my body on Daylight Savings Time as long as possible.Anyway, I woke up and my legs were absolutely keeeeelling me. The pain went away about an hour

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Unprecedented!This afternoon, I was in the gym, and decided to make myself stay on the elliptical machine for 10 minutes. The elliptical machine...the one that makes my limbs fly up and I can't ever catch my balance. Ugh.I was nearly finished with the program when I realized that I was enjoying myself. Previously, "enjoy" and "exercise" have never been in the same thought. Ever. But today, I

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Day 6:It's incredible what a difference even six days makes! I've been tracking my activities, weight, and nutrition through fitday, and it's fascinating to watch the changing charts -- my weight's coming off more quickly than I expected (even though I'm smack in the middle of the most awful time of the month). The muscles that came out of hibernation the quickest were my biceps, calves, and

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What a difference 6 weeks makes...I don't do well with creating habits. Good habits, anyway, particularly exercise habits. I'll do well for a week or so, adhering to my newly-formed regimen. But in the past, the first time that my schedule deviates from that regimen, I have a horrible struggle getting back on track. I can't hop back ON the bandwagon, so to speak.The past three mornings, though,

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This weekend, summed up in one photo.

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setting: the student senate office last evening; katie was showing me pictures, and one was of a man in a banana costume.Katie: danika, would you be afraid of the bananaman?me: no. but if he were in a cat costume, well, I'd be afraid of catman.cody: why? what does the kathmandu?

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When I woke up this morning, my bear and John's tiger were facedown on the bed, Smoogles with one leg and his tail over the edge, and Teddy a little bit ahead of him, looking for all the world as though they were sneakily climbing back into bed after a night of fun, then froze when I saw them.

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The Depths to Which I Have Sunk:I made a relatively easy deal with myself today: Abstain from Sugar. This should've been easy, since I have no small bills or change lying around for the vending machine. Just now, I spent five minutes running a Jolly Rancher under hot water, attempting to make it fit for human consumption after it had lived in my backpack for eight months.And it's really good.

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recently, there have been unmistakeable signs that Fall is here at last. there are some things that always make me delight in the changing of seasons; going from scorchingly hot, dry temperatures to chilly, crisp days, makes me come alive.the tastes of Autumn: pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks; caramel apple cider, also from Starbucks. pumpkin pie. macintosh apples. cinnamon. squash, with

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The fact that Pluto has so recently been demoted to the status of "dwarf planet" and is no longer than nine, makes me horribly sad.For other's thoughts on the issue, click here.

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abbey, my fellow shoe-loving friend,I thought of you today, when I bought these. if they had a heel, they would be absolutely dreamy. they're horribly cute as they are, though. they make me want to dance. :)and also when I saw these, too but couldn't justify buying them. it's the first time I've ever thought that suede shoes (blue suede shoes!) could even possibly be a good idea.i tried on yet

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fashion d'oh pasWhen I moved back here a week and a half ago, I managed to walk off without my workout shoes, ballet flats, and other various foot apparel. The only footwear I have here:One (1) pair of white/floral flip-flopsOne (1) pair gold strappy sandalsIt was fine for the first few days...but then the weather turned chilly. Now, as we have morning in the low 50s (sometimes in the 40s or 30s)

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Ugh.Wheat, tonight,* for the first time in over a month.My body wants to curl up and die.*at a friend's house; her mom had made supper for us. Also, my first time ever having ravioli.

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Always a runner-up, never a winner......until now! A few days ago, I went to get my mail here on campus for the first time since I stopped by in August; there were two cards from the bridal shop where I'd found my dress. I figured they were invitations to bridal shows; the saleswoman had mentioned it. I sliced the envelope open, and found a beautifully engraved card; opened up the card itself,

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Favourite lotion:Got2b Spa Body SmoothieIt's amazingly smooth, and smells incredible; a refreshing blend of avocado oil, shea butter, and cucumber, apricot, and mango fruit extracts. To me, this lotion is totally Fall: sweet and slightly spicy, like a crisp autumn day. I bought a bottle last fall, and just now I'm finally running out; I have to remove the pump and shake some lotion into my hand.

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To-Do this weekend:Read Howard Zinn's "Columbus, the Indians, and Human ProgressWrite two essays about Zinn's writingsCompose a Shakespearean sonnetRead "The Taming of the Shrew" in its entiretyRead chapters 1-31 (pages 1-115) of Moby DickStudy for the Moby Dick quizRead A History of the Modern Middle East, pages 1-148, 236 & 237Complete two essays regarding the pages in Modern Middle EastRead "

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A poem that simultaneously enchants me and breaks my heart..."He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly, because you

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Confession:Apollo 13 makes me cry and get chills, every single time I watch it. I've seen it countless times, and yet I still have that horrid feeling where my heart sinks into my stomach and I nearly implode with how awful I feel, waiting (and waiting and waiting, and watching the astronauts' families waiting and waiting) to see the shuttle reemerge close to the Earth, after they lost

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I logged on to the computer this morning, and when I realized what day it was, I was like, "Holy September, Batman!" Only not, because I haven't seen Batman. But if I had, I would have been. I moved back to school yesterday, finished hauling my things up the three flights of stairs by 9:40, and unpacked/talked to John until 2:30 this morning. I'm exhausted right now, because I should be sleeping;

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I realized a few days ago that this next week, before I move back to school, is the only "free" time I have to clean my room and sort through my things before I get married. Our wedding is on le 14 Juillet*; over Christmas break we'll be travelling back and forth, doing the family holiday things; and after I graduate, the wedding will be under two months away, which means that we'll be horribly

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Check out the I Was There gallery. The pictures (link in the article) comparing antique postcard-pictures of buildings to their modernday selves.

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"You," I say, stifling a yawn, "Need to stop poking me. I know I need to write online, but I keep putting it off.""Oh!" You say rather condescendingly. "I understand, since there's probably nothing happening where you are. You've probably been too busy sleeping and moping and roaming around the house in tattered sweatpants.""No!" I shout, for I must dismiss those rumours that are floating about.

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extreme ADDMan on News Show: "...unfortunately, he also had Herpes of the Eye."Mom and danika: silent and bemused, mentally repeating what MoNS had said.danika: "well. i guess we know he wasn't paying attention in SexEd..."

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in which i write a list, rather than a lengthy post (ha!)1. i broke the Incredibly Long Day (I.L.D.) into more manageable segments by taking a two-hour-ish nap (3:10-5:26), and then curling up on the porch swing for a while (10:15-10:45). 2. the day was that long (how long? THAT long) due to two major reasons: a) my allergies had kicked into high gear and b) I'd only had four hours of sleep.3.

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addendum to the earlier postI recently uncovered a letter I wrote last October, to one of my friends back here at home; I wrote the letter, but never sent it.Here's part of it:I'm (finally) at the point where no relationship is better than a wrong relationship. I want a guy, yes (someone smart and gentle, with nice hair and eyes that make me melt, and strong arms to enfold me; someone who will go

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Summer in the city, and meeting with former teachers It's a summer day in the city, hot and muggy, bright blue skies and puffy white clouds concealing the fact that it rained and stormed all night.I didn't decide that I was coming, on this trip to fetch my sister from the airport, until 45 minutes before we left. I walked out the door sporting a cute watermelon-coloured skirt and pretty top,

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Updating two days in a row, and other various tidbits.I've been sitting in my parent's living room, laptop appropriately on my lap, feet on a footrest, and had to get up to open the blinds all the way; it's pouring outside right now. Normally, this wouldn't be such a big deal, but it has been so dry here for so long; the grass has been brown and crunchy since the middle of June. I love the

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Before I write about today:I know that over the past nine months, this blog has become less of a danika blog, and more of a danika-and-john blog. To some readers, that might be annoying, but after I thought about this, I realized that it shouldn't be annoying. Because, you see, John has been an incredibly huge part of the last nine months of my life, from November 2nd onwards. It's not every day

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'So have you picked out a wedding dress?' she asked conversationally, scraping the backside of my bottom teeth with her pronged weapon.'Ummfph.'She removed the instrument, a surprised expression on her face, and asked again, to make sure she had understood me. 'You haven't looked for a dress?''No.' At her look, now borderline horror, I attempt to explain. 'I...see, I'm at the point where...well,

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What's been going on:I've been terrifically uninspired to post. When this happens, a new layout or banner helps shake me out of the funk; so, here it is, and here I am.Life has been pretty weird this summer.L o c a t i o n :I changed plans and moved back to my parents' house for the summer, rather than staying at school (I could have, for free, as I was on staff last semester). The reasons behind

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BurstingI'm coming apart at the seams today, and it is the most frustrating feeling ever. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I got hardly any sleep last night, and when I tried to catnap this afternoon, a group of kids decided to play -- loudly -- right under my window. Out of the hundreds of rooms, they picked MY window. And it has to do with the fact that I'm feeling

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Chapters in Solitude.I tend to think of life as divided into neat little compartments - chapters. In some ways, this view is far too simplistic, but I rather like it. Some recent chapters in my life were:Years 2002-2004 Chapter: At the Other College, living at home, working.Spring Semester 2005 Chapter: Transferring to This College; Mono; going from having dozens of friends to only three.Fall

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Last night, John and I were discussing our Top Ten Favourite Sitcoms. Stupidly, I was the one who suggested the topic, and then I realized that I haven't even seen a total of ten different sitcoms. So the list of my Top Ten Favourite Sitcoms goes as follows:"Frasier""Seinfeld""Friends""That 70s Show""Yes, Dear""I Love Lucy"And that's about it. John was showing off his pop culture prowess,

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One Hundred Things -- A healthy dose of narcissism.1. I'm mostly Scandinavian, but English, French, and Danish, too.2. I have lived in five places during my life; two with my family, and three at college.3. I love listening to different languages and accents.4. I'm a voracious reader, mostly because I love to read, but partially because I like saying that "I'm a voracious reader."5. John's

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Welcome Insomnia.It's 4:20 AM, and I've been awake since shortly after 3. But where I would generally despise this whole insomnia thing, I'm relishing it right now. I was out of commission with a migraine (the second in three days) from 10AM-8PM yesterday. It included me wandering around, my eyes closed and walking softly so as to a) not throw up and b) not jar my skull, oh, the pressure

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Anywhere but Here...It's a beautifully grey morning outside that fills me with wanderlust. I'm anxious to pack, to hop in my car and then in a plane, jetting off to, well, anywhere else. The damp chill of the morning air reminds me of London, of walking on old streets, seeing so many beautiful places and people, smelling so many beautiful smells; listening to a plethora of world accents, and

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Secret RecipeSchool is over for the summer, for most people. I'm still living in my dorm, because I'm taking two summer classes -- the first one started yesterday. Most of the other residents have left, so this means that I can play my music at 2 AM if I feel like it, and not constantly worry about annoying the people next door. I can rearrange my room at midnight if I want (I want)!

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...and yet HE's the one graduating today...There are some times I look at certain words, and wonder who decided that it should be spelled the way it is. I was writing my Chaucer final two days ago (10 one-page essays and one 7-page essay) and was putting down my thoughts regarding the similarities and differences between "The Nun's Priest's Tale" and "The Canon's Yeoman's Tale," when I tried to

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