What’s belonephobia? It’s the fear of needles and sharp objects. I’ll explain later.
Yesterday, I finally dragged myself to the student health center to get some asthma meds. Not being able to breathe’s been downer for the past few days. I had a 9 a.m. appointment, so I arrived at 8:45 a.m. However, they didn’t call [...]
Archive for September, 2006
Health Center Hassles and Belonephobia
Posted in Uncategorized on September 30, 2006 | 3 Comments »
Replacing Sleep with Tab Energy, One Can at a Time
Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
For the past few days, I’ve hesitated to post anything of subsequence because I wanted to blog with the right attitude. Even right now, I’m not really sure what to write, which is frustrating. The most maddening thing for a writer is not being able to express the right words.
My overwhelming life has taken a [...]
Mission Statement, Goals and Objectives
Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Girl from the South’s Mission Statement
Jeremiah 29:11-12For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.
Girl from the [...]
Black Squirrels Are Creepy
Posted in Uncategorized on September 23, 2006 | 5 Comments »
Brown squirrels don’t bother me. They’re a fairly common species in North America. It’s fun to watch them frolic and be merry. Plus, I know a camp song about them.
Black squirrels are a completely different situation.
Washingtonians are familiar with this odd-looking rodent. Apparently, the National Zoo brought them in from Canada in the early [...]
According to the calendar
Posted in Uncategorized on September 21, 2006 | 1 Comment »
…today is the first day of autumn, the stores are stocked with Halloween candy and costumes, mornings are crisp and football season is well underway. This can only mean one thing…
…Girl from the South’s birthday is around the corner! Yep, folks. That’s what the coming of fall signifies–my birthday is near. In a little over [...]
Son of a Biscuit Eater!
Posted in Uncategorized on September 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
By the powers, raise ye grog! It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day! This here lass forgot until she arrived at her sweet trade this morning.
Sadly, I e’en have a pirate hat from Amuseum two years ago. Arrgh! Although I be a bit lily-livered to wear a black hat emblazoned with ol’ jolly [...]
Good News for Lost Fans!
Posted in Uncategorized on September 18, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
For a limited time, ABC is allowing one million iTunes downloads of Lost, Desperate Housewives and Grey’s Anatomy from last season. If you’re a genuine Lost fan or need to brush up on last year’s plot before the Oct. 4 premiere, this could save you at least $60.
I also must gush about how much I [...]
Keep Smokey No. 1!
Posted in Uncategorized on September 16, 2006 | 3 Comments »
Being rather partial to mascots, I’m happy to see that Smokey currently has the most votes in the Capital One Bowl Mascot Challenge.
Having spent a summer as a costume character, I have a lot of respect for these guys. It’s hard to walk around in one of those costumes, and most mascots can [...]
What I’m Learning in Grad School
Posted in grad school on September 15, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
True fact: if you play an audio recording of a person yawning to a room full of blind people, they’ll start yawning too.*
I’ve borrowed the equivalent of a Honda Accord car loan to learn this type of information. Perhaps, I’ll recoup it on Jeopardy! one day.
*The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell, pg. 10
What I’m Learning in Grad School
Posted in Uncategorized on September 15, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
True fact: if you play an audio recording of a person yawning to a room full of blind people, they’ll start yawning too.*
I’ve borrowed the equivalent of a Honda Accord car loan to learn this type of information. Perhaps, I’ll recoup it on Jeopardy! one day.
*The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell, pg. 10