The Christmas lights are blinking, very distracting. There’s something sticky on my shirt, also very distracting. And please don’t even get me started on the tiny little itch I have on my hand that just won’t go away. My point is I am very, very busy with Final exams and yet, I can’t seem to stay focused on my homework. I feel my mind wandering. I can’t seem to cope with the idea that I am now 21 years old. Holidays make people nostalgic, and now that I’m embarking on my 21st Christmas I can’t help but think of everything I have learned throughout my life. I have found that each person, experience, and bad hair day have the potential to shape who you become; but, that is only if you let them.
With that being said, I wanted to use my final blog to remind readers to take time to let situations shape them. Get to know your parents, that’s really something I’ve been trying to do this year and trust me, I am so glad I did. Remember the compliments you receive and forget the insults. Let’s be honest, there are plenty of insensitive, narcissistic people in this world, there are only a few who give selflessly and love unconditionally. Be one of those few. Strive to rise above. Stand up for what you believe in, your silence can be deafening. Be extraordinary. Remember to read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Don’t forget to recycle; it’s good for the can.
The best advice I can really pass on is to remind you to love. It is something meant to be given. Love is the answer for most of the questions of my heart. So many people see loving as something that makes you vulnerable. However, hiding that love and storing it away doesn’t make you stronger, it can make you impenetrable and cold. While I understand that 21 years may seem short, many people have come in and out of my life. Some I was able to say goodbye to, some I wasn’t. All of them were never to be seen again, but that’s the beauty of life. Each person, each memory becomes a part of you, something you will carry with you. Love with all your heart and you will never be disappointed in yourself.
If you succeed in doing all of this, tell me how. Remember the race is long and in the end it's only with yourself. Keep in mind that love is all you need.
(Okay, but really, PLEASE recycle.)
Readers, I wish you the best of luck in your last week of finals, and in your future endeavors....Love, Meggie
Meggie Michael
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Love. (By: Meggie Michael)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Late Night Life (By: Meggie Michael)
As you get older, choosing your friends becomes more and more important. It also seems to become more complex for some reason. When you’re in elementary school, you simply choose your best friend based on the size of her Barbie collection, and on whether or not she has cooties. By the time you reach junior high, your priorities typically shift to music and taste in boys. For example, my best friend in junior high had both the Hanson and the Destiny’s Child albums, Score!! On top of that, we shared a mutual love for Lance Bass (N'Sync). We were B.F.F.L’s (Best Friends For Life), to say the very least.
I asked a few of my college-level friends how they pick and choose friends nowadays. For the most part they all agree that having a shared interest in hobbies and music is “totally important.” Many also say their best friends are those that have been there for them in “rough times.” While I totally agree those things are "muy importante", I have my own little way of selecting close friends. Believe it or not, I’m a low maintenance kind of girl. They must possess only one particular quality... they have to be nocturnal! You stay up past 11 p.m. and you have plenty of potential in my book.
Here are just some pictures of the mischief my friends and I get in to. I like them because they stay up late. I love them because they are amazing (their big hearts and great sense of humors are just an added bonus).
Downtown Riverside
World's Largest Paper Cup
CBU Apartments
Norm's Diner
Meggie Michael
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Brrrr. It's cold in here. (By: Meggie Michael)
Oh, the weather outside is frightful. And by frightful, I mean in all forms of the word. Its freezing! It’s foggy! I don’t have a jacket to match this outfit! I’m talking frightful. I just walked over to Lancer Arms, from the University Place apartments, about thirty minutes ago and I am still defrosting. My Mac must be broken because it says its only 58 degrees outside!! I put on two layers, a pea coat, mittens and my comfy Uggs for my trek here. I am just too much of a California girl, I guess.
I always say I love the cold, but the truth is that’s a lie. I like the idea of it. Sometimes my friends and I drive around in my Jeep listening to rain sound effects, just for the ambiance. But see, that’s all it is. I just like the ambience! I’m not so much a fan of the frizzy hair or the turtlenecks that I associate with cold, rainy weather. I am much more content listening to Coldplay and using my imagination.
On a side note, I do love the Christmas spirit that the winter brings! I really, really want to decorate our apartment this week. A tiny Christmas tree, some empty boxes wrapped up to look like gifts, and maybe even a gingerbread scented candle (for looks and not to be lit, of course). To prove how much my friends and I love the most wonderful time of the year, we even made a video. (I know videos are more Tessa’s thing but I am becoming increasingly paranoid and am scared people may think my blogs are boring ones…)
So here you go...
Meggie Michael
Saturday, November 29, 2008
To-Do List 2008 (By: Meggie Michael)
On January 24th, 2008, a goal was set. Oh yes. My New Years Resolution list! Every year during the first week of the last month, I whip out that little sheet of paper and see what I have left to do. For those of you who are lucky enough to be friends with me on MySpace (I’m j/k-ing here!), you know I am an avid blogger. Back in January I posted a blog titled my To-Do List. I was perusing it today and realized I’ve actually only done two things on my list! At least I got the coolest stuff out of the way first, which was getting my tattoo and eating TWO Chipotle’s burritos in ONE sitting. Aww, that was such a great memory. That’s right. “Check my resume, I eat Chipotle’s everyday.”
Now, that still leaves a few other things on my list. Seeing as I STILL have yet to send out last year’s Christmas cards, I guess I should just give up on that one. Epic fail. And seeing as how I’m packed with academic endeavors from today until the end of Finals week, I suppose I will just cross-off “Read the last Harry Potter book” from my list. If only I had some magical way of taking all my classes at the same time.
The next two items of discussion could almost go together if I planned it right. “Take the Metro Link” and “Go on a random trip, thanks to Expedia.com”. Any suggestions?? Anyone want to help me out and take a trip with me? No takers? Fine. Moving on… I also need someone to teach me to make fajitas, preferably chicken fajitas. I’m not much of a cook. Oh, and they must bring tortillas. Well, and guacamole. You know who has good guacamole? Chipotle’s! Actually, now that I think about it, we should probably just go there…
The last item on my To-Do list is none other than my attempt to reinstate Pluto as a planet. I tried the last two years and it didn’t really work but that doesn’t matter. I won’t let it get me down. This year, 2008, has been my year. Next week I have a project in my Social Psychology class where we have to persuade our audience to do something. I’m pretty excited. I have a good feeling about this.
Wish me luck! Viva la Pluto!
Meggie Michael
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Love well (By: Meggie Michael)
I had a different blog all typed up for this week’s submission but I just can’t hold on to these thoughts that consume me so and penetrate my precious sleep time. I hate to sound like an Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. I really do. Maybe it has to do with the fact that a holiday based on giving thanks is quickly approaching. Or perhaps because exactly a month ago today, my best friend, a girl who helped so many, succumbed to a powerful disease. Whatever the reason, I simply can’t sleep knowing with each passing day I fail to love. I fail to give. I fail to acknowledge that I take for granted my unlimited supply of food in the Cafeteria, or the running water in my two-bedroom, sturdy yet somewhat smelly apartment.
On my way back to my room tonight, I met a guy (another victim of my "Meet 4 People a Day" plan). He mentioned he and a few of his friends were spending the night homeless. He listed off a few people who I really didn’t know. And I’ll be honest I’m not even sure why they’re doing it, though I have to assume it has something to do with all the outreach-awareness stuff on campus this week. I think it’s a pretty sweet concept. I’m really rather impressed. I wish I knew how to satisfy my desire to help and be part of something bigger than myself. This blog may feel jumbled and I apologize for that. It’s just that I am trying to change. I simply had all of these thoughts and I felt like maybe, just maybe, there might be someone out there who could relate. And maybe that someone might want to give more freely or love more deeply. And if you are out there, and you do want to change, I challenge you to love well and let the benefits of doing so fill you with joy. Love people. Love life.
Meggie Michael
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Hi! My name is what? (By: Megan Michael)
So, my Fall semester hasn’t exactly been easy. Not because of academics or anything like that, just due to some extra-curricular situations that felt like they were trying their hardest to push me into some sort of quarter life crisis or something. Anyhoo, I haven’t exactly been the Megan I’ve wanted to be. But I feel like things are changing; I feel like I am changing. And change is always good, right Barack?
I feel like my days left on this campus are numbered. Probably because I actually just counted how many days I have left. Well, a rough count anyways. (Private school-ed all my life and simple math is still a struggle for me. Sorry, Dad.) Anyway, back to what I was saying. Seven days in a week, and 24 weeks left. Multiply them together, don’t forget to carry the one, and you might come out with 168. Oh!..Wait..But I don’t just have 168 days left! I only go to school 3 days a week….Wow. Is it sad that I just realized that right now while I was typing it out? (Your money was well spent on private school, Dad. I swear!) Let’s start over. Alright, so I really only have 72 days left. Poof! More than half of my days left here just evaporated. I wish my research papers would do that.
There you have it. Roughly 72 days left. I decided yesterday that I was going to make it a point to talk to four new people a day. Four sounded better than three but five just seemed a little too “over achieving” and I started to annoy myself. So I shot for four. Now, when I say new people, of course they aren’t technically new people. On a good day there are only 20 people to my upper division classes so I cant really expect to socialize with a bunch of new people I’ve never seen before. I’m just making it a point to talk to four people outside of my close circle. Yesterday was a success. I seriously impressed myself. I sat with someone entirely new in chapel. I walked a classmate to their next class. I went to Spaghetti Factory with girls that I’m working on a group project with. (Double props to me because it was off-campus…. Wait…Do kids even give out props these days? No, not really? I just asked my roommate Bethany if people still say that. She answered that she’s not the person to ask about “cool things”. Fine then. She’s not “cool”. No props to her. More props for myself! I wonder... whatever shall I do with all these mad props I’ve collected over the years?)
What’s that? Three, you say? You just realized my little paragraph above only had three new people in it. I bet you think you’ve caught me. I bet you think you’re so “cool”. (This is getting lame, enough with the quotes) Get this! I even emailed the guest speaker in one of my classes and I have set up an appointment to meet with her privately so we can chat about career options. Boo-yah! (Okay. No one says “boo-yah” anymore. Even I know that one. But I kind of feel like my cool-ness factor fell out the window when I started bragging about emailing guest speakers.) So there you have it. Four new-ish people. I am awesome.
One day down, 71 more to go. Honestly, I dare you to do the same thing. It’s hard work meeting new people. I wonder how long I can keep this up for. In any case, I think we should all be nicer to each other. Time is definitely something that has a habit of evaporating, unlike props, as props are something really, really important that you keep forever. Right??
Meggie Michael
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
City by the River (By: Megan Michael)
Now, I want you all to envision a quiet place, maybe in the middle of an orchard. You sit peacefully as the sun warms your body and while the gentle, cool breeze brushes through the fruit trees filling your nose with a sweet scent. Awe, breathe it in. Riverside is the place to be.
So as many of you know, Riverside was once known for its many orchards, particularly orange trees. Hence, the Annual Orange Festival and the murals of oranges painted through out the city. Very exciting, I know. Anyway, I was thinking that with so many new students this year perhaps it would be a good idea to just run through some info for the kiddies. You know, just some fun little facts they can throw out at parties.
For instance, I feel it should be noted that Riverside produces more than just great oranges. Other natives to the Riverside area include Reggie Miller, Adam Kennedy, Barry Bonds, Travis Barker and Hilary Duff. Okay, so maybe not Hillary Duff! In any case, Riverside breeds some pretty cool people, myself included. Now, did you know that there's over 20 Starbucks within six miles of our campus! Shazaam!
Besides, Riverside has a prime location. We're about 45 minutes from the mountains, desert and ocean. If you can't wait that long you can always visit the city's own Mt. Rubidoux. However, if trekking the 773 feet to it's peak sounds too exhausting, you can splash around in the Santa Ana River, which runs through the city. Except seeing how it’s really just a way for sewage and rainwater to meet the ocean, it is really not all that advisable.
So in a few days from now when the weekend rolls around and you find yourself saying "there's nothing to do." Hop in your car and jump on the 91 east, then drive two off-ramps to the Riverside Plaza and eat at my favorite restaurant... Chipotle’s. Or you can drive two off-ramps in the opposite direction (west) and come visit me at my job by the Tyler Mall. But if this isn't enough and you're STILL feeling really adventurous, I mean crazy, out-of-your-mind inquisitive, drive about 11 minutes east from here and visit the World's Largest Paper Cup. I won't say anything other than that. Just go see it! You'll be happy you did.
Meggie Michael
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Good food. (By: Megan Michael)
I am a lot of things. An only child. A good student. A hard worker. Humble ?? (I am being sarcastic.) There are tons of adjectives to describe me, some nice ones and some mean ones. One word I never considered was “cultured”. Sure, I spent my summer in the United Kingdom but even then I did my fair share of eating at McDonald’s and Hard Rocks. Born and raised in southern California by a middle class Caucasian family doesn’t necessarily sound like someone who may know a whole lot about other parts of the world. On the contrary, I am happy to announce my new love for other cultures. Well, at least for their food, that is.
Here I am sitting in our cafeteria, the Alumni Dining Commons if you will. Can I just tell you how many different cultures I’ve experienced in the last 45 minutes? Let’s see. We will start with the best part of my meal, which was the sushi. Konnichiwa!! (Which means “hello” in Japanese) Those little rolls were delicious. Then I decided to move a little more to the west and try out our Italian cheese tortellini. Mmmm! Bellisimo! Next we simply need to talk about how thankful I am for Belgium and their scrumptious waffles. I also treated myself to a little side of nachos, complete with jalapenos. Mucho gusto! Even my choice of beverage was a little worldly. Icee’s are probably Icelandic, right?
I was essentially writing to inform anyone who may be under the impression that CBU only serves good food on Sundays. False! The truth is the food is pretty tasty on any day that ends in “y”. Tuesday and Wednesday are my favorite days as those are the official sushi days. Get there early if you want veggie rolls though. There is no sarcasm in this statement. Seriously, I will beat you there.
Meggie Michael
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Meow (By: Megan Michael)
Why do people have to die? I guess it’s to make life important. I for one have been so wrapped up in planning out my future and complaining about the past to really get involved in the present. I think for that reason alone London was so important to me this past summer. I actually lived in the moment. I lived life! I was in a place I had never been, both physically and mentally.
I made a friend that showed me I took life way too seriously. I’m typically someone who can be very silly but when it comes to such things as responsibilities and repercussions, I become quite prudent. I called it practical and she called it boring. I can honestly say I have never been easily influenced by others. Hence, why I still buy Hilary Duff songs on iTunes and wear leggings even though they are very “last season”. In high school, peer pressure was never an issue. I never partied and I never had to say “no” to drugs because I was simply never offered any. What I am trying to say, is that I have never been talked in, or talked out of doing something, not by someone who was just a friend anyways, until I met Katharine.
Katharine or Kitty Kat, as only I can call her, came into my life at a time when I needed her most, a very pivotal point for me (I understand this may sound cliche but it doesn’t make it any less true). We bonded over things no one could possibly understand, and after just seven weeks together I looked to her as a sister, in all forms of the word. Sisters have an unbreakable relationship, have lived under the same circumstances, and always share clothes! Kitty Kat and I celebrated our “seven week anniversary” together on our last night in London, and exactly seven weeks later she would be diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of leukemia.
During those seven weeks together she talked me into so many things I would have never done, both good things and bad things. I believe she was an angel, although she could be quite the little devil at times too. She is the reason I got my first tattoo! She planned our spontaneous trip to Ireland, made me watch all four seasons of The Office within one week, dragged me all around the city in a quest for a thick and creamy American milkshake (Thank goodness McDonald’s is global), and most of all taught me to be happy with life and find peace in that particular moment, a concept that I have vowed to live out from now on.
My public blog must end here. I am doing my best to keep this light. I could write (and have written) pages on Kitty Kat and all that she means. The truth is the world will never know the loss it has suffered with her passing. I do not know what Heaven will be like. I pray for her sake it is filled with chocolate milkshakes and California rolls.
Kitty Kat, you brought me peace. I hope you have found rest in yours.
Here we are at the Tower of London...She thought it would be fun if we volunteered to participate in a historical re-enactment of catapult shooting...
Meggie Michael
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Shhh! (By: Megan Michael)
I have a secret. Don’t tell anybody. Some might even think it’s a little embarrassing, so maybe we can just keep this between you and I? The truth is: I am a senior in college but technically I am Undeclared. Oh sure, the attendance sign in sheet says I’m a Psychology major and in all forms of the word, I suppose I am. My next and final semester at Cal Baptist is strictly elective units, which is to say I have taken every psychology course that ever existed during my time here. Since I was very young, I thought I wanted to be a counselor, basically, someone who simply listened and gave advice. Maybe that’s because of all the mediating I did in my junior high years trying to keep the peace between the Backstreet Boys fans and the N’SYNCers. Needless to say, here I am. Graduation looming in my very near future and I have yet to declare, at least to myself, what exactly my next step is.
Lately, I have been considering a number of options, none of which will really put to use the specifics of my major but that’s okay, right? Despite what my Grandpa may think, being uncertain about career choices really isn’t the end of the world. Recently, one of my
Sorry to sound like an infomercial. It’s just that I’ve been so busy trying to convince my parents that this is what I want to. So I thought I should throw it out there for everyone else to consider.
Meggie Michael
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Quad (By: Megan Michael)
The Quad, such a crucial part of any
Like I was saying, the Quad is a huge part of our social lives. It’s where we meet up in between periods to talk about the ever-pressing issues we weren’t able to text about in our classes. Ten minutes to the hour those empty tables outside of Wanda’s become filled with students huddling together, index cards in hand, gathering for some last minute study sessions. Personally, it’s where I sit to spy on whatever cute outfits may pass through. Just speaking from experience, it takes a certain kind of woman to be able to trek across that cobblestone in high heels. It’s harder than it looks, boys!
The reason why I wanted to write about the Quad is for no other reason then the fact that it is currently under construction, as many of you are aware. While I could easily throw in some sarcastic comments about the smells that seem to be steaming up from the soil, I thought it best to perhaps reflect on the overlooked importance of the role in which the Quad plays. Consider this my tribute, just don’t ask me what the word “quad” is short for because I honestly do not know, nor do any of my roommates for that matter. I am simply thankful the tractors (and the stench) will soon disappear and grass will begin to sprout. While the Quad may seem less than visually appealing at the moment, I shall simply focus on the fact that flowers will grow where dirt used to be. Actually on second thought, that’s such a great outlook to have on life in general. Beauty can grow from the most inconceivable things.
Meggie Michael
Help! (By: Megan Michael)
I really need to find a place to study abroad. I just have to. I’m addicted. I’ve spent the better part of my weekend going blind reviewing different study abroad websites. Sure, I had homework: a few essays, a discussion board, and things of that nature. I even half-heartedly filled out some note cards for my statistics exam today. All that work seemed to take a back seat to my own little project I have assigned myself: find a place to study abroad.
See, I spent a little over six weeks of this past summer wandering the streets of
My trip was out of this world, I even got to take The Beatles tour! I learned so much. Cheesy, I know but I seriously did though! Not just school stuff mind you; I learned real stuff! I am now quite skilled at hailing a taxi. I mastered how to use the underground railway system. I know to watch my purse in crowded places. (I actually learned that last one the hard way.) Basically, I studied a number of different things the glorious city of
I also learned a lot about people, and in some cases more than I wanted to know. Those things tend to happen on long trips such as this one. I prepared myself to be exposed to the different cultures across the world but I had no idea different cultures across my own country existed. How ignorant, right? Needless to say, I feel much more cultured then I did the day my parents dropped me off at the LAX airport and hugged me goodbye. Well, more than just hugged me goodbye. Believe me. I really thought security was going to have to escort my sobbing mother out of the building.
While I am happy to be back in my own comfort zone, surrounded by palm trees and fast-food joints, I still feel this incredible urge to travel, to see new things, and to meet new people. Thus, I have been frantically searching for a place to spend my next summer in. You have to help me! I’m thinking something more tropical, but keep in mind I have naturally frizzy hair. I really want to submerge myself in a culture, but I still need my Starbucks! I’m going to set aside quite a bit of money, so also keep in mind the currency rates. Maybe someplace hot, but not too hot because I just can’t handle that. Okay. Any suggestions?
Tea time, amazing!
Nap time, equally amazing!
Meggie Michael
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Friends (By: Megan Michael)
Friends. It's more than just a classic TV show from past American pop-culture. I have come to find that life without friends is really no life at all. Even now, lying on the floor regretting my irrational decision to attend a late night Alberto's Mexican food outing, I look around the room and realize the great company I'm surrounded by. Just one month ago I didn't even know half my roommates but now, three weeks into the school year, I can't imagine what life would be like had I chose to live at home. Let's say I was a commuter. It is currently 10:55 pm on a Thursday night, what would I be doing? Maybe I would be cleaning my room; maybe I would be doing homework. Notice that I said "maybe", that's a very keyword. My point is simply that I would not be here, on the floor, with my greasy quesadilla and my four "roomies" chitchatting about our very important weekend plans as season seven of Friends plays inconspicuously in the background.
As a senior, I have officially lived in four different places on campus. Freshman year was the dorms, of course. The dorms were quite an experience, to say the least, but hey! at least we had maid service! Next year came the cottages. Oh, how I loved the cottages! My RA was my best friend and my six other roommates were like my sisters. Sure, we argued over who’s dishes were overflowing in the sink but we all made sure to be at every cottage event together. My junior year was in Lancer Arm apartments, which was a much more mature episode in my life. Well, not too mature. Our decorations were simply finger painted masterpieces created by yours truly, as well as, the other roommates. Now finally, my senior year, I have graduated to the University Place apartments, the single greatest location on campus, in my opinion. The UP apartments aren’t exactly beachfront property but they are just a hop, skip and a jump away from most classrooms. It must also be made known that they are the closest apartments to the cafeteria, which is really such a huge selling point for someone like myself. Aside from our central air-conditioning system being locked at what I now believe is the new Freezing Point, an arctic 75 degrees Fahrenheit, I really can’t complain about our incredible apartment.
I guess what I was trying to say is that I am forever grateful for all the friends I’ve made here on campus. And while I may not be exactly satisfied with this fatty, cheesy tortilla concoction I have now devoured, I will always be fond of the memories I’ve made while living within these various housing options. The tears, the laughs and the heartaches/ stomachaches I’ve shared with my past roommates over these last four years have decisively shaped who I am today. It’s good to know that they will be there for you when the rain starts to pour, like they’ve been there before, ‘cause I’m there for them too…(That’s an excerpt from the Friends theme song, if no one caught that.) In just a few more months I will be nothing more than a mere CBU alumni forced to find my own housing complete with utilities. I am certain that just as the cancelling of the Friends sitcom marked the end of an era thus so will my move-out day.
Meggie Michael
Saturday, September 13, 2008
My last "First Week of School" (By: Megan Michael)
Alas, I have finally embarked on the thing I have coveted the most since my early childhood. Well, technically not since early childhood. In all honesty, my early childhood dream was actually to become a member of the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. I always thought I could be an honorary 7th member, maybe the Purple Ranger? I think I look nice in purple. Anyway, as I was saying, at last I have reached a milestone in my life, one of which I have dreamt of for so long. My last "First Week of School". I'll type that one out again and just let you soak it up. My LAST "First Week of School". Can you believe it?
Since I was 16, I've thought to myself, "Self, what will your last 'First Week of School' feel like?" Trust me, it feels as marvelous as I had imagined. I just feel so ridiculously positive about this year, and I am really only focused on one thing: making my last year at CBU count! I've made a personal vow to participate in all of the fun things coming up on campus this year; for example, iWrite (a student-made club that offers Open Mic night every Wednesday) or Sushi Day (which is every Tuesday in the ADC). This is also my chance to dive back into all the hobbies I had my freshman year. Call it a quarter-life crisis perhaps, but I really want to feel that spontaneity I had that year. You know, back when senior projects and grad school applications were not in my vocabulary.
Now, is the time for me and the rest of the senior class, to seize the day, sign up for some intramural sports, and hug Wanda extra tight because these chances won't be around forever. Someday soon our last "Last Week of School" will commence and then where will we be? Wow, such a scary question! Believe it or not one day in the very near future we'll be cooking our own meals, paying off student loans and reminiscing about the days when the hardest part of life was trying to find a parking spot near our apartment. I can't stress enough the importance of enjoying what time we have left here on campus because one day these moments will simply be memories. They'll be history. So we have to remember to treasure these moments. Since, sometimes the most important history is the history we're making today.
Whoa! Sorry about that. I didn't mean to get so emotional on the topic, perhaps it's another symptom of that quarter-life crisis I was talking about. Needless to say, I simply wanted to reiterate how certain I am that this will be the coolest year yet, and not just because our apartment's thermostat is locked at 75 degrees.
Meggie Michael
