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As my sister is gallivanting around Europe, sampling the beer in Belgium and snapping photos in Amsterdam, I am working her secretarial job.  And not just any secretarial job, oh no, I get to be secretary for a series of Christian History books that I know shit all about. It’s not an awful job. I don’t go home with oozing blisters or peeling sunburns and  my coworkers greet me regularly with smiles, but photocopying, answering telephones and printing off envelopes isn’t too brain stimulating.  Fortunately most days  I have time to write, time to cruise the web and basically time to fritter away looking up photos of delicious gr

If I wrote a blog , I wonder if anyone would read it. My problem is that I am far too self indulgent. When I write about myself I tend to write what I would call self-therapy. I talk myself through those bad spiral into depression and choke on self doubt moments. Besides my life isn't spent toiling on a ranch, concocting spectacular foods or scaling mountains for thrills.  My life consists of going to school, watching the boob tube and occasionally getting creative whether it be with my camera, my words or my canvas.  As for passion so far my romance life has been sporadic and there have certainly been no dash through the rain ,wrap myself ar

Stats is one of the most wretched classes. Every time I pick up my homework assignments I see my mediocre performance circled in a number on the top of the page. It also usually happens to be the lowest number among all the other circled digits. Needless to say it does not inspire any pride, though I am grateful I am not utterly screwing up. There is just one more homework assignment to go, one more lab and one more exam. I don't know if I can bring myself to start finish off that last assignment. Sure I will do the labs. The labs are simple enough and my TA is a smiley faced immigrant from China who knows my name and is only too eager to hel