Call a girl out - I'm a SLACKER! and how niiiiiiice. This, coming from the 24 year old female living with a HS friend and her handsome hubby who hasn't been in one place for more than two months in over a year and who is always quick to title another the depressive, degrading, and demeaning adjective... let me have it Alex. I'm a slacker.
Sure as shootin, my beliefs on my friendships has been confirmed - they are my everything. As soon as I feel like I'm losin sight, or drowning in my own millions of thoughts of critisicm, one of them unexpectedly pops into my life in one way, the first just as wonderful as the next - a text, a blog entry, a phone call, or a lengthy lovely email, there they are breathing life back into my soul.
Shout out, blog dedication(?) to Ming. And Josh. Tyler. Denny. Kayleah. V. Scott. Anna. Emily.... I'm losing sight. Lets stick with Ming. Let the story begin with Ming...
Struggling, and I mean STRUGGLING, to write the past couple of weeks, I sat down this evening like many evenings, one thing leading to another, open up Ming's blog and let the laughter ROLL BABY ROLL. Now I'm a believer, without a trace of doubt in my mind... nah nah nah. Cracked me up, her 17 post (no, the blog in its ENTIRETY) telling it like it is and confessing in (cough cough) unnattractive human tendicies in which we all dabble but most often won't admit! Ming - I love you. And yet I hate you. Why didn't you explain majoring in nursing at GU was the best route because it led to travel extravaganzas whilst helping the hospitalized?! Perhaps the hesitation I had sitting in Jane Hessinos office my freshman year was legitimate - giving presentations, drawing economic graphs and playing beer pong wasn't the best route to success... or rather, I just have yet to stumble upon (or found) the society of Gonzaga alums dedicated to speaking at Public Schools instilling a pillar of motivation to our youth asking them, challenging them, to believe in themselves, take pride in their work, and strive for a future of peace, justice, leadership, and service. . All the while polishing their athletic abilities in an activity of their choice. Pick up ball was the best hangover cure. I'll swear by it till they... forget it. I'll never stop swearing by it. Get up and get going you lazy.
I'm serious kids. I want to reach out. So much it makes me lips quiver.
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oh dear.
now would be a good time to advise you that sometimes, you forget that people read your blog. i've been under this delusion that it's really just my journal and has nothing to do with the people who glance it over every few months. yikes. i could pretend that your blog shout out made me uncomfortable, and that i write for the betterment of my own psyche, but we both know i lie. I love being mentioned. any and all publicity appreciated.
as for the nursing bit....a sage mentor told me once to pick your career based on what kind of life you want to lead outside of your job. best advice i have ever gotten. i now pass it on to you, young grasshopper.
love love love
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