Tuesday, February 26, 2013

New articles

Click here for this month's newspaper articles and Comm 2309 in-class writing assignment.

As always, thanks for reading! I promise I'll get back to regularly scheduled programming soon.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Prompted: Three Wishes

Three Wishes

July 6, 2011

You bump into a genie and she offers to grant you three wishes. What are your wishes and why?

"Are you sure this is what you want," the genie asks me once more. I've had this dream since I was a little girl. If a genie were to ever come, what three wishes I would ask for. The wishes have changed over time, but the dream hasn't.

"Absolutely. This is what I want." A slower existence, more time to myself and to break away from what's considered normal to become my own person.

"Then close your eyes and count to three." I close my eyes.

"1, 2, 3." I open my eyes and find myself in an unfamiliar place. I look down at my clothes, but they're not my clothes. I look down at my hands, but they're not my hands. "What's happening? Where am I?" The genie only shakes her head.

"I get this all the time. I asked you if you were sure first did I not?"

"You did, but--"

"And you said you were."

"I was, but--"

"You asked for this, you got it. Enjoy."

"Whoa. Wait. Enjoy what?"

"Did you ever wonder how I make these wishes come true?" I shake my head. "Of course you didn't. Nobody does." She sits me down on a bed that I've never seen before, sitting down beside me. "The only way to make any of this work is to make a switch."

"A switch?"

"I take the wishes of one, compare it to another's whose wishes are the opposite, then I switch em. You asked for a slower life, more time to yourself and to break away on your own. The other girl asked to live somewhere fast paced, to always be around other people and to be normal. See? Everyone wins."

"What do you mean everyone wins? I didn't ask to be switched. Switch me back."

"Uh uh uh. You only get three wishes."

"So what do I do now?" The genie stands up and begins to leave.

Before she closes the door to a room I've never before been in, she calls out, "See if the grass is really greener on the other side...."

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Gap Year Update

Things have been going well lately as far as my gap year is concerned. So much so that I'm extending it....

Long story short, I'm postponing grad school one more semester. I didn't actually come to the decision until right before I was going to send in my apps (like the day before, had the money and everything), but something didn't feel right. Started stressing out before the thought that I can wait came to mind.

Then, I felt at peace.

So I'm going with that. New anticipated date of beginning is Spring 2014. My top four schools are still Eastern Washington and Memphis, then I've added Northwestern and Texas State.

The main reason why I decided to wait is money. I still owe a lot on loans and my car. Waiting until January gives me a lot more time to pay those debts down and put some aside in savings because once I'm gone, I'm not boomeranging back to my mom's. I have to make it this time and I'll need some more time to get everything together.

Not giving up, just giving myself a breather and not stressing that a short-term setback will eventually allow long-term success.

All for now.

Until next time...

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Been busy this week learning how to make slideshows. Once I got the hang of them, it was so easy to do.

Here are the ones I made this week:


Monday, February 4, 2013

Prompted: I Suspect She Is Far Away From Here By Now

SPAM prompt line: I suspect she is far away from here by now.

November 17, 2007
Think back to a time of departure, when someone was traveling out of your life, either temporarily or for good. The someone doesn’t have to be female, and it doesn’t have to be at Thanksgiving or any other holiday. The point is to evoke and explore that sense of distance.


I used to be a dreamer
One who thought life could only get better
Instead things only became harder
And I became bitter
Remembering how things once were
Made the present unbearable
Made any talks of future a waste of time
Kept me searching only for a way out
Now only a shell of my former self
 I still remember what used to be
The old me was a dreamer
But I suspect she is far away from here by now
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