So, this challenge has been going around facebook and it’s really annoying me that I haven’t been nominated yet. I’ve been an avid reader since I learned how to read and quite frankly, I’m a little insulted that no one’s nominated me. So, I’m taking it upon myself to nominate myself and just do it. Right here, right now. Because I want to, and because why not?
This was super difficult and I’m not quite sure if I can possibly rank them from 1-10, as that’s just mean. To the books.They all have influenced me in some way and those ways are all important. So, this is just a list, and a list has to start somewhere, right? Without further ado, here I go!
Continue reading “The Top Ten Books That Have Influenced Me”
So, maybe I can make this blog thing work if I just tell small stories on a regular basis rather than writing extensive posts every two months? We’ll see. Anywho, today I had an experience, which I will happily define under “Vegetarian Problems.”
For those of you who don’t know, I have been a vegetarian for around three and a half years (for the record, please don’t ask me why I am a vegetarian…this is one of my greatest pet peeves. You don’t go around asking meat eaters why they eat meat, so please don’t go asking people with special diets why they don’t eat meat, dairy, gluten, etc). Well, okay, actually I’m a pescetarian (meaning I DO eat fish just because I love it too much to give it up) but I usually just say vegetarian because pescetarian isn’t as common of a word (PROOF: right now, “pescetarian” is underlined in red as I write this, meaning that WordPress thinks I have a spelling error. They suggest I change my word choice to “proletarian”…lawlz).
So anywho, back to my story. Today, I was going to get some lunch at one of the eateries on campus. They had a delicious sounding portobello burger on the menu, which I thought meant a burger that had a portobello mushroom in place of the hamburger patty on the bun. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Welp, I was wrong. When I received my burger, I could clearly see that it was made out of meat. Yes, the portobellos existed, but only in the form of three or four measly ones on top of the hamburger patty. I really shouldn’t have expected anything more from dining services (okay, it actually was a pretty good looking burger; it also had lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese, plus a pickle on the side. It just you know, had meat on it, which I don’t eat). Well, I painstakingly took the hamburger patty off the bun and proceeded to eat the burger free of the patty Continue reading “#vegetarianproblems”
Since this is a new blog, I’d love more than anything to sit down every night or every other night and just write for a bit. However, I made the brilliant decision to start a new blog around the same time as the start of the school year. For anyone who’s ever been in college before, you know that that was probably not a very wise idea. I’ve never been the type of person to overbook myself, even in college, because as an introvert, I understand that I need my alone time. However, I seem to have done that this semester, something I attribute to wanting to make the most of my senior year. I have way more going on than I ever have had before in college, which is a little exciting and a little terrifying.
I have one or two ideas floating around in my head that I’d like to write down, but I’ve been so busy that I don’t have a lot of time to sit down and write extensively about matters that aren’t related to homework assignments.
Continue reading “New School Year=Very Little Free Time!”
“Love, she believed, should arrive all at once with thunder and lightning–a whirlwind from the skies that affects life, turns it every which way, wrests resolutions away like leaves, and plunged the entire heart into an abyss.
She did not know that rain forms lakes on house terraces when the gutters are stopped up, and she remained secure in her ignorance until she suddenly discovered a crack in the wall.”
– Flaubert, Madame Bovary
For those of you who don’t know, I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic and a great enthusiast of word porn. I didn’t get much reading done this summer, as I was busy being an intern in D.C., but I did make it through Madame Bovary (though it took a couple months). If you know anything about Madame Bovary, you know that it is most certainly not a happy love story of any sorts, which is fine by me. Although I do consider myself a hopeless romantic, I also realize that neither real life, nor the stories that often reflect real life, are romantic fairy tales (that’s also not to say that Madame Bovary in particular reflects real life, I’m just trying to get across that stories don’t always have happy endings either, and in fact, are sometimes more meaningful when they don’t). However, there were a few spots throughout the book that took my breath away, and this was one of them. I just can’t get over how beautiful this statement is (I must, in part, give major props to the translator of the edition I own, as the original text is in French). I probably reread it about ten times after first reading it because, not only do I find it to be exceptionally beautiful, but also deeply rooted in truth.
Gustave Flaubert may have been a major misogynist, which the character of Emma Bovary is a clear testimony to, but goodness could he write.
May you enjoy this bit of Bovary as much as I do.
Today marks the last day of summer before my senior year of college.
Tomorrow I begin the end of my journey as a student at the University of Minnesota-Morris. It doesn’t seem real. I know I have a whole year ahead of me and I shouldn’t be feeling sad yet, but I also know this year is going to go by incredibly fast.
I really cannot believe that I’m already a senior. Where did the time go? I feel like I just got here as the over excited and anxious freshman that I was. I was so excited for college; I spent my last quarter of high school complaining about how I just did not want to be there anymore and how I just could not wait to be at Morris and now my time here is almost over. I am most definitely not the same person I was when I arrived here freshman year. I have grown and learned so much about myself since arriving here in the fall of 2011. I have met amazing people and I have made lasting friendships. It hasn’t always been easy–I went through some of my darkest days while here at Morris–but I wouldn’t change it for the world. The dark times have shaped me into the person I am today, a much stronger and confidant individual than I was when I started here. Furthermore, all the laughs and crazy moments, as well as the support I’ve received from my friends here shine so bright Continue reading “Preparing for College, Round Four (a.k.a. Senior Year)”
You may be asking this question right now. Or maybe I’m just way too self-centered and you’re actually not. Regardless, I’m going to tell you anyways.
As many of you know, I already have two blogs. One blog that I used specifically for my Washington D.C. internship, and the other, a more generalized blog that I started a little under a year ago (Letting the World Fall Into Place). While the Washington D.C. blog was all fine and dandy, it really doesn’t have a place to continue now that I’m not longer interning in The District. “Letting the World Fall Into Place,” however, could keep going forever if I wanted it too. Like my goal for this blog, it concentrates more on sharing little tidbits of my life as a means of self-discovery. However, I’ve decided to say goodbye to this blog for a couple of different reasons (though I haven’t officially made the announcement Continue reading “So, What’s with This New Blog, Britta?”