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I was born and raised in the same town I now live in. Many people think the small scope of my geographic experience is a disadvantage, and there are certain things about staying in the same place your whole life that can get monotonous or even boring. But I believe that it is within this very monotony that the blessings of same town life can be found.

Nothing better illustrates the solace found in the reliable than the weekly local newspaper. It has been, and I hope will always be, there when I need it. When I was in high school and wanted to know who I had to put down in order to make myself feel better, it gave me a list of the kids in my class who’d made honor roll. After I’d graduated college and needed a score card to tell me my status in the grand scheme of things, it stepped up and provided me the names of the kids in my class who’d gotten married. That one time I walked home from a bar and woke up to find that I’d lost my ID and had a vague memory of talking to a cop, its thorough coverage of recent police activity told me weather or not I was wanted by authorities.

These are all important reasons to receive a weekly account of announcements from local businesses and minutes from the city council meeting. I’m lucky enough to live in a town with two separate local newspapers. This is important because it helps make sure the news is reported objectively and that the human interest stories don’t get skewed and show too much interest in humans.

Because of the importance of local news papers to me I have a sense of calm knowing that they will never not be delivered. Even when I don’t have the three dollars the delivery kids come begging around for every six months, even when I yell obscenities and throw a box of wine at the begging delivery kids, no matter what I know that the small circular will find its way to the spot on the front porch always wet because of a leaky gutter. This past week I was shown just how reliable they will be for me. In the middle of a level 3 snow emergence, when parts of the city didn't even have mail deliverey, both of the weekly local newspapers I’ve come to depend on found their ways to my door step.

awesome topic for junior year lit paper

Compare the new Ok Go video for Do What You Want to Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaper.

What? I said this was an awesome topic, I’m not going to write the paper for you.

Not for free anyway.

an eerie vision of how things could be

I saw Children of Men and it made me see that, though things might seem bad, they could get a whole lot worse. I am currently terrified at the prospect of getting pregnant and being annoyed by people who think it’s their right to talk to and touch my stomach, but I can’t even imagine the annoyances that would come with being the only pregnant person in the world.

consumer alert

Starbucks has a new coffee out right now Guatemala Casi Cielo. Casi Cielo is classified as a medium coffee. It is not medium. It is bold.
We all make mistakes, Starbucks so I’m going to assume that the $13.00 per pound price is also a typo. No? Well I’m not surprised. Thanks again for giving me the customer service runaround for two weeks and letting the warranty on my broken, $200 coffee maker run out!
Oh Starbucks, I can’t stay mad at you. I know you only hit me because you love me.

completely stoned

I know I disappointed some people in the community a couple of months back when it was reported that I was going to movies and even watching some television shows while under no drug influence what so ever. Since the embarrassing incident I have been under the watchful eye of four top hippies and they have deemed me a complete and total stoner. You see, I discovered sobriety by accident when I couldn’t get a bag for over a week. I was just acting out when I was doing things without hitting a joint first. Sobriety was not a constant thing for me. I’ve been high for the past ninety days and that should prove to all those with doubts that I am a stoner. I do however admit to random acts of public decency, and hope that will not be held against me as I pursue my masters degree in psychology.

definitely not a rocket scientist

I’ve been in situations where I was embarrassed to tell people what I did for a living. In a way I am still normalizing the curve for my high school graduating class. At a ten year reunion with Supreme Court clerks and million dollar investment bankers there has to be a certain number of leasing agency receptionists. I don’t believe that my career makes me who I am, except when I have to say what it is I do out loud in another person’s presence. Oh, I know the anxiety I have surrounding the profession of my profession has to do with the fact that I’m not living up to my potential in my occupational choices. I also know that any job won’t sound right coming out of my mouth until I figure out where and how to best focus my energy. Until that time I can feel a little less self-conscious about telling people whatever it is I’m doing for a living. Because, while I’m not an astronaut, I never drove all night in diapers to stop a man I had a crush on from seeing another woman.

definitely not a rocket scientist

I’ve been in situations where I was embarrassed to tell people what I did for a living. In a way I am still normalizing the curve for my high school graduating class. At a ten year reunion with Supreme Court clerks and million dollar investment bankers there has to be a certain number of leasing agency receptionists. I don’t believe that my career makes me who I am, except when I have to say what it is I do out loud in another person’s presence. Oh, I know the anxiety I have surrounding the profession of my profession has to do with the fact that I’m not living up to my potential in my occupational choices. I also know that any job won’t sound right coming out of my mouth until I figure out where and how to best focus my energy. Until that time I can feel a little less self-conscious about telling people whatever it is I’m doing for a living. Because, while I’m not an astronaut, I never drove all night in diapers to stop a man I had a crush on from seeing another woman.