I don't often feel like a very good friend to people. I know I'm easy to get along with and all, but I've got a lot of shortcomings. The most I can usually offer when someone really needs a friend is a hug and a shoulder to cry on. Read More »
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Deciding When to Move Out: A Personal Challenge
Hello, ProU! I'm back! I've been gone a long time. School eats up everything, including my ability to blog coherently.
But now I'm home again, spending my summer away from the city I never adjusted to, and surrounded by the family I had grown to miss and appreciate.
So why am I aching to go back to Chicago so soon? Read More »

Feeling Helpless in the Face of Cruelty
After being away from home for college for four months, I was finally starting to appreciate my home county. It's one of those places where everyone born here just kinda wants out. There's not much to do, the people aren't friendly, crossing streets is hazardous to your life. But there's not a city to be accounted for, and that's the biggie for me. Read More »

I'm So Proud of My Mom!
Yes, you read that title correctly! I'm here in celebration of a momentous step forward on the part of my mother! And I apologize to those of you who feel this topic is over-blogged on, but it is concerning the presidential election. Read More »

I'm Sick of Watching the Sprinklers Run in the Rain!
After reading Green Underbelly's blog, I started thinking about how cool it would be if there was a program to use a portion of the campus grounds to grow food for the cafeteria. Read More »

When Individual Growth Conflicts with Love for a Mother
I know, I know... Two blogs in a row. Bad Kinkatia, bad! Read More »

Cats and Pumpkin Carving: The Little Things Make All the Difference
Today was magical. Today, I proved to myself how far I've come and realized once again that the little things make all the difference. Read More »

I Wish I Didn't Understand...
I wish he hadn't been so nice and apologetic about it. I wish I could find a reason to be angry at him, because anger is the emotion I handle best. I wish I could just chuck a shoe at the nearest wall, corner my roommate or some other unfortunate passerby, and rant for an hour or two until I'd gotten all the anger worked out of my system and had come to terms with everything.
But I can't. Read More »


