tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54681432469277667752012-02-16T20:37:43.818-08:00Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-30281709978602615122010-06-14T03:26:00.000-07:002010-06-14T03:41:31.089-07:00

I was walking through a crowd of recent graduates and their proud parents, grandparents, and assorted extended family members today and I really couldn't help but think about what my graduation day would be like. Most graduates would agree that the ceremony, the cap and gown, and all the pomp and circumstance is mostly for the doting parents.Would I want to walk? I'm not sure. I know who'd I'd

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-27517472250897179262010-05-17T21:59:00.000-07:002010-05-17T22:24:26.989-07:00

I refuse to let this blog go for an entire year.Part of me thinks that the era of blogging has passed its prime. I mean, there was a time when blogs were insightful. You weren't just writing for yourself (that's what journals are for!) but also to enlighten, entertain, amuse, or just engage in intelligent arguments and conversations. What I'm trying to say is that there was real value to blogging

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-31421467741506004442009-07-09T10:34:00.001-07:002009-07-09T10:36:39.820-07:00

A new blog post is sooooo overdue. I know. It's been hectic now that I've been taking more challenging classes and (surprise!) applying myself. :)So chew on this for a bit as I get a giant update prepared.http://www.palmspringslife.com/Palm-Springs-Life/Medical-Guide/Annual-2009/Good-Grief/

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-10939664132336378262009-04-17T21:57:00.001-07:002009-04-17T22:27:56.859-07:00

Well that was a quick two weeks!I dropped my Biology class, much to my disdain. It was the right choice, though, since the entire first two weeks covered the Chemistry of biology. It's been years since high school chem so it was, well, terrifying. I'm going to take Chem during the first summer session, then Bio during the second session. So not all is lost -- more time to focus on Economics.I

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-74723624771055110452009-04-03T12:52:00.001-07:002009-04-03T13:41:54.402-07:00

Week one done.As of right now, my Biology class terrifies me - in the sense that I am going to have to work hard. But it's also exciting to be thrown into a class in which I cannot simply recall things from high school or use my wits to find a way around going to lecture but still doing well in the course. Kinda nice to be making that sort of transition.I'm taking a poultry experience course of

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-20260243287228144872009-03-31T10:23:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:49:10.763-07:00

I flew off my bike on Saturday afternoon.I was riding past the pavilion on campus, where there were about 500 people attending some robotics convention thing. So I managed to weave in and out of people, and as soon as my path cleared, I sped up. Of course, I wanted to get the hell out of all the commotion. I entered a bike circle and there was someone on the outer edge of it, so without thinking,

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-24956697749315754772009-03-27T01:40:00.000-07:002009-03-27T01:41:53.861-07:00

...Winter quarter GPA: 3.72sweeeeeeet.

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-66076401187043308112009-03-25T22:14:00.000-07:002009-03-25T22:26:25.649-07:00

I made the most beautiful broccoli for dinner tonight, and just had to share:It was $2 a pound at the farmer's market, so not only was it delicious and so very pretty, it was also organic, local, and cheap. The holy grail.I'm on spring break, which has been a lot of spring cleaning and sleeping in. Right now I'm going to sip some tea and watch TV... but tomorrow I'll be back here for a mid-March

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-5602130673531390292009-03-06T17:24:00.000-08:002009-03-06T18:20:49.762-08:00

Ah, Friday. I'm finally sitting at the computer, wasting time and not feeling guilty about it. Usually I am sitting here, with some massive amount of homework to be done, yet I find myself chatting with Danielle, planning the classes I am going to take for the next few years, making grocery lists, reading up on health news, and generally being productive -- while putting off the task at hand.But

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-73119672776026284642009-03-02T20:20:00.000-08:002009-03-02T20:31:22.294-08:00

What the hell? I'm going to be 24 this month.Although I'd love to put off the paper that i'm supposed to be writing by ranting and raving about how time flies, there is a much more important issue here:March 19. Send gifts.Back to work!

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-30315024277323245662009-02-23T15:37:00.000-08:002009-02-23T16:08:46.789-08:00

I've been back and forth on whether or not I wanted to blog about my current weight adventures, mostly because in the past, it has been my goal to just lose weight and be done with it. Around this time last year, I was mildly successful; I lost like 15 pounds on a strict no carb diet. Soon thereafter, I lost my motivation, and then I started losing my hair. And then the weight came back... and to

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-1625647214857815802009-02-15T13:15:00.000-08:002009-02-15T21:37:23.825-08:00

We woke up this morning to crazy gusts of wind, rain and cold. It's the worst day to take a bike ride, for sure... but the Tour Of California started anyway. We skipped the idea of going downtown and simply walked down the street to cheer the riders on.(You can click on the photos to enlarge them.)MarkyPeople kept darting across the street when the cop had his back turned, much to his

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-22751734573773170012009-02-15T00:36:00.000-08:002009-02-15T01:44:39.939-08:00

My house finally sold.It's a bizarre feeling; mostly relief, with a touch of nostalgia, and a tiny voice that echoes, "Now what will you call home?" But the lack of responsibility overrides this. How nice it is to finally not have to worry about a mortgage and all the lovely added expenses of being a homeowner. I'd love to own a home again someday, but next time, by choice.So... I don't know. I

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-34505980842224242252009-01-22T00:31:00.000-08:002009-01-22T15:50:38.675-08:00

I lose my spot.Ah, yes, Diego loves the bed. He's a pillow hog, loves blankets, and is basically much like a small child. There's a three part begging process to be let up on the bed, and he executes each step with great skill.1. The StareThis can vary from pathetic looking to downright goofy, depending on my mood.My first line of defense: Avoid eye contact.His response: Loud sighing/snorting.2.

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-62031844086203731472009-01-15T16:03:00.000-08:002009-01-15T16:36:38.141-08:00

I do these things to crack myself up. If it makes you laugh, then it's even better.You can make your own Shepard Fairey-ish Obama poster here.So... here we are. It's almost the end of week 2 of school, 8 weeks left, and I am on top of everything. Everything. It's fantastic. Last minute, half-assed schoolwork is now a thing of the past. I've come to realize that I could have done better last

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-45523811148821080282009-01-03T00:54:00.000-08:002009-01-03T01:14:05.602-08:00

...December is over. I made it, I made it, I made it.I think the secret to not being miserable over the holidays was to finally drop the expectations and hopes of recreating the holidays as they once were, before the deaths, when there was a family, when it was happy without any effort. And of course, having moved out of my childhood home made things a lot easier; the echo of my father's laughter

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-28239872610413661762008-12-23T12:36:00.000-08:002008-12-23T12:39:26.971-08:00

Some jerk cleaned out my checking account with a shopping spree in Southern California! I didn't even lose my debit card... they just somehow used the number, 500 miles away.Tis the season for identity theft, fa la la la la.....

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-29644109061625753382008-12-12T15:39:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:54:37.389-08:00

Just finished my last final. ::Huge sigh of relief::My last one was Ancient Mediterranean Art, the class that has been challenging me the most... yet I've been getting the best grade in. I guess my old excuses for getting bad grades in middle school are starting to have merit... "But daaaaad, I am not being challenged enough, that is why I have a C average...."I'm sitting outside the Memorial

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-216732060223024912008-12-11T18:20:00.000-08:002008-12-11T18:36:51.697-08:00

Funny moment of the day:I'm taking my friend Weijing to the airport tonight to fly home to Mexico City for the holidays.She needs to take a shower first, so I hand her a towel and she goes in the bathroom.The water goes on, the water goes off, then on again...She comes out in a towel and says,"Um, is there hot water?""Of course there is...""Well I turned on the C knob, for Caliente, and it was

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-24741866055857494822008-12-08T18:12:00.000-08:002008-12-10T21:48:47.956-08:00

Got the papers done on time. Next up: Finals. My first final is tomorrow evening, then one each day for the rest of the week. I'm not too stressed out... I have enough time. Quite honestly, compared to paper writing, testing seems like a vacation. I wish that I could just test my way through college. I understand that it would be a horrible system, much like the standardized crap that k-12

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-43186330108961437802008-12-03T23:47:00.000-08:002008-12-04T00:43:43.509-08:00

We just put these up....yay!

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-44268207770750928352008-12-03T15:20:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:30:35.827-08:00

I just illegally downloaded mysteriously acquired this album, and I love it.SiaSome People Have Real Problems (2008)About halfway through, I realized that Sia sang for Zero 7, another fave of mine. Whoops.So here's my thorough, knowledgeable review:I like it. You might too.:)Okay back to writing my paper(s).

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-58765458901626034092008-12-01T23:02:00.000-08:002008-12-02T00:05:49.818-08:00

Time is really flying by. Somehow, this week is my last week of instruction. Whaaaaat? I just got here!We did some shopping this weekend in hopes of catching post-thanksgiving deals. The main event was our visit to IKEA. Oh man, that place is amazing. I had never been there before and I walked around touching everything and dreaming of the possibilities... And we bought a new bed! We have a

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-22116751138934238792008-11-27T20:06:00.001-08:002008-11-27T20:39:03.289-08:00

Dinner was at 4pm. We were home by 6:30 -- we got back into our lounging attire, Mark played his guitar for a bit, and I've just been online browsing around for Black Friday deals.Then the tryptophan hits him..."I'm just going to lay down for a sec...." and a few seconds later, he was out cold.Diego and Mark, doing what they do best: Snoring!Michelle: ::nudge:: "Honey, it's only 8pm, when do you

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-69759726295526667712008-11-26T14:23:00.000-08:002008-11-27T20:38:37.147-08:00

Do any of you watch Stylista? It's a reality show that I watched once and keep seeing the commercials for... basically a bunch of trendy kids fighting to the death for a position at Elle magazine. There's one girl on there that has been driving me crazy -- she looks so familiar! Where have I seen her before? Was she on some other show? Ugggh! A google search later, I realized that her name is

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08418552597181808724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468143246927766775.post-26318907495941567862008-11-22T15:08:00.000-08:002008-11-27T20:37:56.378-08:00

There's something terribly intimidating about writing the first blog post -- it's as if it will set the tone forever and ever. Of course this isn't the case; I'm pretty sure it's just procrastination masquerading around as intimidation. So I'll just write about what is near and dear to my heart: Food.Last night we went to our neighbor's house for an early thanksgiving. They're doing the

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