After the long months of summer and the never-ending air conditioned afternoons living in the mall selling products I could never personally afford, I have to say, I truly missed being at school. I missed the short, hurried walks down Broadway in Capitol Hill, the crepes and coffee at JoeBar, the laid back attitude of teachers and students walking into class 10 minutes late, the complaints of staying out late and not having time to do the "homework" assigned, the talk of proj

Love. What is this stupid thing everyone is searching for nowadays online or in bars or at school or back home or in planes, cars, hotels, etc.... When did it get so messy? I've been off the playing field for quite some time, around 3 years now, but even before that I wasn't ever really playing the game right. I had the occasional guy I'd fall hopelessly, madly "in love" with, and ended the relationship by either sobbing myself to sleep for 3-6 months or setting my sights on

I love to plan, In fact, it's almost an addiction. I create work so I can work to make more work and sometimes even avoid real work. I plan ideas for my wedding, my senior recital, my school year, how to re-do my closet, what I should eat a week in advance, how to design my home, everything!!! This comes from my parents of course. My mother is the epitome of a planner, everything must fit exactly together how she wants all of the time. My dad is a long term thinker too, "Ends