Manfull's Handfull

HE'S BACKKKKK. The stalker that is. I did a pretty good job of dodging, diving, and ducking him yesterday... I may have run outside the side door of Van Allen and hidden behind two people (a couple at that.. thanks Kat) in hopes that he would continue his walk far away from me. He stood on the corner and looked around for a bit but finally continued on his way. Thank God. However my luck ran out today. I was in a coma of a nap (my most favorite part of any day) when my alarm finally went off. When you wake up to a song with lyrics "ANOTHER ROUND GOING DOWN LIKE WATER, I WANNA GO ALL NIGHT LONGER" it's really hard to not get up. So i shuffled on my birkenstocks (no, I am not a lesbian) and looked at the clock- great 15 min to get to Burge, normally a 20 minute walk. Luckily my mom called and asked if I needed a ride to class, with 2 minutes to spare I strolled into class (you da best momma). However there were only two seats left because we combined discussion c...

Today I could write about the fact that I pulled my hamstring doing lunges (approximately 30 lunges at that), or that my boss gave me $5 for stopping into work for 20 minutes to help out with random things. I didn't tell her my original intent was to just grab a mini-red velvet to reward myself for doing lunges (logically), but hey I guess it all worked out in the end. But instead I think I'll share about something I learned in class today; poverty is something we see daily, but never really have to think twice about it because we're the lucky ones. As much as I joke around about how unlucky I am with life's curveballs, I have a roof over my head, I have a job (which I love), I have a family that supports me emotionally and financially (thanks guys, IOU..lol), and the best friends I often don't deserve. I may not be a millionaire, but looking at everything I have, I'm pretty rich in life. As we sat in class today, watching the documentary 30 Days , I couldn...

It was Thursday of last week that I met my stalker. He came from out of the woodworks, a shy little fellow- yet uncannily creepy. He followed me out of the doors as I began my walk home, and then he asked me about my day just as I was about to put my earbuds in. See right there is where I should have know this guy was problematic- do not disturb someone as they are about to be swept away in there own world of music! Well he continued to talk even though I clearly had other goals in mind (country music was calling my name), and ended up walking me far away from where he needed to be (oh yeah, he told me where he lived). I thought ok, maybe this guy just needed to talk to someone today- maybe he just needed someone to listen. I'm all for listening to random people's nags and needs, but if it happens more frequently it becomes a bit of a hassle. See it was only four days later that he popped up again- literally waiting for me outside of our lecture hall. He decided he needed to se...

As I sit in the Kappa kitchen, I can't help but let my mind wander toward this whole "blogging" thing. Obviously I should be studying for my test tomorrow but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. I want to blog because i'm amused by my daily encounters and mishaps- and no one ever seems to listen to my stories verbally, so maybe they'll read? Doubtful, but hey- at least i'll have some documentation of my daily adventures. Welcome to a day in the life of Manfull, yes these stories are true.