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Friday. 12.14.12 2:02 am
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Aspirations and Kale
Sunday. 12.2.12 3:40 pm

I should be studying, but I'm not, so here we are!

Yesterday, I went out to help Habitat for Humanity build some local homes. My arms still hurt from all the lifting, hammering, et cetera. It felt good, though; it made me think of Levin helping mow the fields in Anna Karenina, but I was working with other college students and members of the community, instead of impoverished field workers. One of the women helping build had had her home built by Habitat, which blew me away. This is one of the few times I've been emotionally touched by an organization's ability to cause reciprocation or some sort of forward "payment."

I was surprised at the low turnout, and asked if the volunteer organization at the university couldn't pair up with out university Habitat chapter; she said it would only work with more transportation, but...that's never been an issue. So maybe we'll set that up, next semester.

Really, though, it started me thinking: I love volunteerism. I mean, as far as all the things I do with my time, I think volunteering is something I consistently enjoy and look forward to. So, I thought, maybe I should see if I can plug that into whatever I do with the rest of my life. --Which started me thinking about the homeless population and the lack of accessibility to good mental healthcare.

I sat in bed for a couple of hours, this morning, asking myself how we could fix this. I wouldn't be super rich, but I don't want a giant house, or super nice cars, or a billion pairs of shoes, anyway. I just want a motorcycle, the financial ability to buy as much fresh produce as I would like, and a lot of counter space in my kitchen and bathrooms, without having to worry about paying anything off for the rest of my life.

The point, I guess, is that I always wanted to go into psychology/the medical field because it's a helping field. What I want to do, specifically, is be able to pinpoint the people who need it most and have the least access to it, and get them back on their feet.

I'm not one of those people who has been freakishly excellent at the medical sciences from a young age. But I do like people, a lot.

PS: If you spray olive oil on de-stemmed kale leaves, sprinkle them in sea salt, and bake them on a cookie sheet at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for fifteen minutes, they come out crispy and taste pretty close to potato chips.

I am probably the healthiest unreformed junk food addict.

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On the topics of turkey and urine:
Sunday. 11.25.12 9:53 pm
odi et amo quare id faciam fortasse requiris
nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior

You know, Latin love poems really aren't the best way to say "We're just friends who share romantic feelings."

Anyway, hello, friends!

Thanksgiving was good, my break was long. It felt shorter than it was, because we did absolutely nothing, most of the time. I had a lot of plans with friends, but they were in bursts, and nothing was really awesome except for getting to see my best friend for a couple hours. I talked too much and bothered myself; I'm not sure why I get so chatty around her, lately; it might be because we haven't written one another in a year or so.

Or it might just be because my love life is in a constant state of confusion. If you haven't noticed.

Anyway, it was nice to see her and EAT SOME SALAD! As wonderful it is that my mum thinks of me, she always buys all junk food and carbs, because I guess she's still going off what I liked to eat when I was ten (AKA the chubby days). I crave fruits and vegetables like a fiend, after visiting home for a week. Blegh. To Harris Teeter, for some kale! Huzzah!

Last but not least, I ran out to my car to get some pajamas, and our puppy thought I'd left. I came back inside without him realizing and changed in the bathroom, then went to find him and playfully approached him a couple of times, like usual.

He peed himself in fear. He had no idea who I was.

I didn't even mind cleaning up that urine. It was worth it.

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