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Once upon a time there was a little looseleaf. He was a good little looseleaf who’s favorite thing to do was hang around in a green knapsack from the Yukon where all the other cool looseleaves hung out. Then one day a girl came along and took him out. The girl herself was wonderful – […]
Read More The Poor Little LooseleafLiving in the Yukon has provided me with some very interesting stories, for no one else experiences life as us. Achitecturally we are very advanced with our three-story igloos, but we have no electricity, and we still have outhouses. We take our snowmobiles, or dog sleds, to school each day. I remember one day my […]
Read More unedited from my teenaged self: 5/4/1995Seminary. Not just any seminary, but early morning seminary. the name, in itself, causes our teenage minds to quake at the thought. The thought of what? Well, of rolling our over-worked, under-rested bodies out of the comfort and security of a warm bed, of stumbling across the cold floor as we methodically prepare ourselves for […]
Read More unedited from my teenaged self: 2/24/1996“Professional Bum — terrible pay, great hours” To me that displays perfectly a summer without a job. In the trade of Professional Bum some of us are luckier than others. We have showers, couches, and, most importantly, remote control televisions. Every morning I would raise myself from the world of the dead to have a […]
Read More Summer Jobs & Activities (uneditied and written by my teenaged self in 1994)Sometimes in the summer I get so caught up with enjoying summer and being free that I forget to look at the calendar. Unfortunately, the fun doesn’t assuage the guilt of missing a lesson or — worse — standing up a friend.
Read More oopsListen: This isn’t rocket science. Or brain surgery. Or astrophysics. This is basic. It’s as basic as it comes. When you eat better, you feel better. When you eat junk, you feel like junk. You know how it feels when you haven’t been eating well; you feel bloated, tired, a little depressed. It’s okay to have […]
Read More A Cookie is a Sometimes FoodIt’s very possible that tonight or sometime tomorrow I feel be filled with remorse for what I’m about to do. It’s equally possible that I will feel no such guilt. After all, it isn’t called self-medication for nothing, obviously there are some benefits to drowning one’s sorrow in ice cream. It’s been five weeks of […]
Read More We’re All Changing, but not all change is good
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