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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

In Memory of Nan


Last night I started my poetry class and I'm one of the first groups to submit poetry. I'm going to submit the Southern Charm poem, but I also want to write a poem in memory of my grandma. I'm just doing a free write now (my job installed Word 2013 and you can blog directly from it. J )

 

In Memory
To my best friend, mentor and light;
through thick and thin, and despite fights,
since birth, our love will be forever bound,
in death no despair will be found.


 

I remember the days when I used to pout,
and I would cry out,
"please don't leave me! Don't go!"
But, alas, you had work til the moon didn't show,
I remember the day that you retired and left,
a tinge of happiness for a five year old and her emotional heft.

I remember the days when you housed boys
from Europe and to me they would bring toys
and love from both you and Daniel, with candy,
coffee, donuts, and brandy.
It was a Saturday ritual, yes that's right.
Daniel and I would turn right,
into Bridgeport, we'd speed in your car,
off to Suzy Joe's and Starbucks coffee bar.
We'd all sit around the table,
and both of you would tell fables
of your journeys in Germany and Prague,
and the June rain and fog.

I remember my teenage years,
when you used to wipe away the tears;
you used to persuade me to stop
the cutting, screams and shouts topped--
they hate me! I just don't want to go,
as breathing became frenzied and shallow.
I remember that day,
after that diagnosis, the doctors say,
"you're bipolar two, you need it,"
as for my parents, like a brick it hit.
You championed my cause,
but doubts never paused.
You said I got better and happy,
with poems less depressing and sappy.

Now I try to forget,
the night I saw you lying wet;
calling for the light,
fighting against the horrors of night.
You let out your last breath,
and we all wept
as we said goodbye,
my gratitude will never lie.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

China Town/South Street/Academy of Natural Sciences/ Chistine's

My grandma passed early yesterday morning. I received the phone call at 4am. I was at Christine's friend's house when mom texted me to call her. I went to the kitchen, knowing, and mom told me the news. Chris and her friend just hugged me and consoled me. I had said goodbye before I went to Philadelphia for the day and just broke down crying. I had a headache. When I got the call, I was numb, but it really hit on my way home. I miss my best friend. :(

It was about 21 degrees when I went to Philadelphia. I took the el to 15th street and walked the two blocks to Cappiriccio's to get breakfast and hot apple cider before I made my trek to 19th street for the Academy of Natural Sciences. I love that place and the food was awesome. I spent 45 minutes in the cafe to keep warm since the ANS didn't open to 10am.

I arrived there a little after 10am. I paid for my ticket and asked about the behind he scenes tour. From March 2012-March 2013 the ANS is celebrating their 200th birthday and taking people on tours on how everything is done in the museum. This month is botany. Botany always interested me, so I decided to take the tour. It was at 11am. I spent the hour just touring the museum, talking to the college student dusting off fossils and went to the 200th anniversary exhibit.

I waited in front of the birthday cake they set up a little before 11. At exactly 11, the tour guide came and took me behind the scenes. It was so awesome, but really cold. They have to keep the labs cold to protect the plant samples.


I spent two hours at the ANS. I left at 12 and trekked back to the el to go to 8th Street. The cold air shocked me. Once I got to 8th Street, I had to walk two blocks to the start of China Town. I saw the gate, snapped some pictures and made my way to see other attractions and find a restaurant.



It was really too cold to do much exploring, but I did walk around for an hour until I saw the sign advertising Peking duck. I love duck. I don't know the name of the place because I don't think it has an English equivalent (and I was walking around in a fog, sorta). The place was awesome and the Peking duck was to die for.

I left around 2pm and made my way to the el to go to 5th Street to walk to South Street. The sky was cloudy and looked like it would open up at any moment with snow. After I got pierced, I went to Jon's for their awesome Sangria. It started to snow then. I had two Sangrias and after that I had to trek through the snow.



I arrived at Christine's at 6pm all snowy and wet. We were supposed to see Blackhorse at Paddy Whacks on 2nd and Lombard. We got there late because of the bus and getting a little lost (it's fun walking around the snow in the dark). When we got there, they were taking everything down because they played for an hour and no one was there. They felt really bad since I traveled so far and the next time I see them they're going to do something special. :) Christine and I stayed for a bit to eat and talk. The place was empty and we decided to leave.

We ended up at a bar near her house called Benchwarmers (originally Diego's but had to change the name for racial issues). True story. Chris Walsh and I walked into Benchwarmers and all of a sudden I hear, "is that a Ravens jersey!?" I panicked a little inside, but said, "Yes." "Cool! Let me buy the Ravens fan and her friend a drink!" It turned into three rounds and then some! As dad said, "maybe you should wear that jersey more often -- it pays off!" Haha. It was a good time and we met one of her friend's, which we stayed at his house. :)


Enjoying the free drink.

I decided to make the Green Bay piece my debut piece for the Quad. Today I'm going to try to work on it. I don't think I'm needed at the funeral home. If worse comes to worse, I'll submit what I posted. It wasn't bad right?

My 2nd piece will be China Town.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Off to China Town

My grandma is dying. She was only given a few days. My parents said I should go to China Town today because there's nothing I can do. So, today I will be going to China Town in her memory. I'll have pictures and updates.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Ridin' The Zippin Pippin


Ridin’ The Zippin Pippin

August 15, 2012; the day I was supposed to meet my pen pal that I had conversed with for a year and half over Facebook that the excitement—and nervousness, was a bit overwhelming.

“Since you are going to Bay Beach, be sure to ride the Zippin Pippin!” The bus driver exclaimed as we were en route to Bay Beach Wildlife Sanctuary, which is in the vicinity of the park (maybe 5-10 minutes away). I knew vaguely what she was talking about. Every January I am sent a magazine advertising Green Bay and I painstakingly plan my trip through the sacred magazine. I have always seen it advertised and was always curious, but I was never a fan of roller coasters.

Purchased in 2010 from Memphis Tennessee, Bay Beach Amusement Park in Green Bay, WI now houses one of the United States oldest wooden roller coasters and the most famous. To the delight of the bus driver and I see the smile that lit her face in the mirror, as it’s really impressive to boast, was Elvis’s favorite ride.

According to their site, 200,000 were expected to ride the new attraction as of May 2011. Since then, if I remember from the sign correctly, over a million people have ridden the Zippin Pippin. The cost is nominal at $1, or two tickets, per ride.

It’s nice to finally meet my pen pal. We zipped through the winding streets of downtown Green Bay. “Let’s ride the Zippin Pippin!” was the first thing out of her mouth once we arrived at Bay Beach. I was hesitant, but I figured that we only live once and the experience would be one I would treasure of Green Bay for a long time.

My heart pounded and my nails broke as the Zippin Pippin knocked us from side to side, it’s almost violent. We couldn’t help but laugh, however. I held on for dear life and that’s why my nails broke and despite that and the butterflies in my stomach, I had a lot of fun. My nails on the other hand, not so much, as the green nail polish hung off to my chagrin (as the big game was on the 16th). We wanted to ride again, but opted not to because we wanted to ride the other rides the park had to offer. The other rides are just as fun and laugh worthy.

I can see why the park is now popular to kids and folks of all ages not only in Green Bay, but from all over the country. According to Wisconsin’s travel bureau, attendance is up 65% from 2010.  If you happen to be on a road trip and travel through Wisconsin, it’s worth it to go to Green Bay to not only ride the Zippin Pippin or visit Bay Beach, but to see other attractions the small city has to offer. The travel bureau can be found at the following site http://www.greenbay.com/

 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Travel Writing for the Quad

I'll be having a section of travel writing for my school newspaper, the Quad. I'm excited, yet nervous at the same time. I have never wrote a travel piece for a paper. I found a few sites, somewhat helpful:

Wandering Carol

Any advice would be welcomed!

E-mail:
Jessica,

 

That would be great! Just make sure to email me letting me know when you are planning on submitting an article, that way I can plan to have space for it. Our issues are published on Sundays, so if you could let me know by Tuesday if you will be submitting one, that would be great. I don't need the actual article until Fridays or Saturdays.

 

Samantha Schaule

Features Editor

 

Monday, January 21, 2013

RAVENS TO SUPER BOWL

MY #2 TEAM MADE THE SUPER BOWL! THEY'LL BE PLAYING IN NEW ORLEANS ON FEBRUARY 3RD! RAVENS NATION! (Now next year they should play my Packers ^_^)

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Moving Blog?

In 2004 I created a LiveJournal that I used up until 2007 with a brief appearance in 2010. I want to return, but this is my main blog and I'm unsure what I should have for the main content of LJ? Maybe moving?

Friday, January 18, 2013

Baltimore, Baltimore! I love you Baltimore!

I wrote this poem three years ago after my last visit. :)


Baltimore, Baltimore! I Love You, Baltimore!
Jessica Marie
5/17/2010


The sun rising over the Chesapeake Bay,
Hagey's bus rolls in, wind hitting our faces
as the door opens, releasing us—perfect day.
Salt permeates the air, fishes splash
in and out of water, the gulls laugh.
All peaceful in the Harbor, a moment's flash
captures the serenity and the groups sitting.

Let's go! Let's go! The boat loops
excitedly against the waves.
Baltimore's city scene in the backdrop,
Fell's Point,
where Douglass and other slaves
finding freedom, working hard.
The Aquarium--
God's deep sea wonder
saved from man's dark, filmy lard.
Civil War museums, The Poe House--
Our nation's history resides here
despite the British attempt to dowse.

Preserved in the distance, the flag flies—
Ft. McHenry, the brick fortress stands.
Bombs illuminating the night skies
With the rocket's red glare
and bursting in the air;
Frances Scott Key, mesmerized, writes,
Sitting in the boat, like me, captured
by the history around us in full light.
Mesmerized by the voice of the tour,
Ducks swimming, wind messing my hair.
Baltimore, Baltimore! I love you, Baltimore!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Beginning August 14

It's not done yet, but what do you think thus far?


Mom’s birthday. My first time that I’m away for her big day. I woke up around 7 and immediately texted her a big Happy Birthday. They were in Virginia; they were enjoying the beach at that time (Wisconsin is an hour behind the East Coast, it was already 8 or 8:30am) and strolling along looking at the birds, at least according to the pictures mom texted me. I laze around in my pajamas a bit while I watched the training camp reports on Green Bay’s local news channel. I’d be leaving what I hoped to be in an hour.

When I finally get out of my lazy funk, I visited the computer in the lobby. In the Ramada, internet is free for guests. I missed the 8:30am bus; I decided I’d go to Big D’s for breakfast because it was cheap, delicious and their Screwdrivers are to die for (who said drinking vodka at 7:30 in the morning wasn’t fun?). I decided to keep the alcohol out this morning—I knew it was bad to drink before sitting in the sun for most of the afternoon. It would be my first training camp and I wasn’t sure how long it would last. Instead I opted for the orange juice with a cinnamon bun and hash browns.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Entry: August 14, 2012

I’ve been working on Lambeau Leapin’ Through Wisconsin and I feel like I’m working out of order, which I am. I’m working on memories that come to my first instead of going day by day. It’s slow, but I think it’s better to do it that way. I’m going to send you an entry from Tuesday, August 14th from my adventure in Frozen in Time ice cream parlor. Let me know what you think. Also do you think the font Arial is too distracting or less formal than Times New Roman and how does the font size look to you? I want my manuscript to be legible and I like Arial a little better than Calibri and Times New Roman. Anything would be helpful. J

According to the Lambeau Field website, an ice cream parlor by the name of Frozen in Time, offers a wide array of scrumptious Breyers© premium ice cream flavors, direct-from-the-oven cinnamon rolls, gourmet coffee, cappuccino, espresso, cookies and cakes.

I’m parched by the time I make it to the atrium. I wished at that moment that I had a water bottle or that the merchandise trucks sold bottles. The cold air hits me in what I think is my beet-red, sun-kissed face. I knew it was too early to go to Curly’s Pub; I explore the atrium a bit and spot an ice cream parlor—Frozen in Time.

I haven’t been in an ice cream parlor in eons, I think to myself. The wooden doors are wide open and like the sensation I had walking into Lambeau Field, another burst of cold air hits me on my sweaty shoulders. Even with my I YPackers shirt on, I shivered. I’m not sure what I want, the whole room smelled delicious, and anything could be a possibility. I heard the ice cream; like the cheese, is good in Wisconsin and that might have been why the parlor was teeming with excitement—it’s a bit loud with kids running around with their ice cream dripping on the shiny hardwood floor. Standing near the front, I look at the sign and I’m greeted by a young lady. “How may I help you?”

“I’m not from around here; this is my first time here. I need a few moments.”

“Okay, just let me know when you’re ready.”

I would say it took me a good five minutes to decide what I wanted as there were a myriad of delicious possibilities and it wasn’t limited to ice cream. The cookies and coffee smelled heavenly as well, but I knew coffee would be too hot on a hot August day. I settle on a snicker-doodle and mint chocolate chip ice cream—in a cone—with chocolate sprinkles. It was cheap too. For both, it came to $3 or $4 (in Pennsylvania it would have been slightly more expensive).

I search for a clean table, which surprisingly all of them were clean. I smiled; it’s nice to see staff keep up with cleanliness as busy places don’t necessarily keep up. I decided I want to sit away from the source of screaming kids; I pick a seat in front of a mirror.  And to my surprise, my face wasn’t as red as I thought! Two months prior at a friend’s graduation, I had sun poisoning and learned a lesson of carrying sun screen with me at all times. This Neutrogena sun screen had worked in the two hours I was watching Clay and Jordie and Aaron run around on the nicely kept green grass of Nitschke Field.

My ice cream began to drip. That’s why I usually didn’t like eating from a cone, but they looked so delicious that I couldn’t pass it up. I was sitting next to a foreign couple and they began to laugh at my dismay when I carefully tried to suck the ice cream from the bottom of the cone, but risked ice cream falling from the top.

“I normally eat ice cream from a bowel. This is my first time here; I wanted to try something new.”

“We’re not from around here either.”

“Oh, where are you from?”

I don’t remember where they said they were from—somewhere in the U.S. after moving from somewhere in Asia—but they asked me about Green Bay and what I would recommend.

“It’s a nice little town with a lot to do, actually. It might not seem like it at first, but there are several restaurants, an animal sanctuary, a botanical garden, you name it. And it’s relatively cheap here compared to Philadelphia.”

“You came that far? Are you here by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. You’re brave.”

We chat for a few more minutes—as the ice cream drip, drip, drips on me, until they get up saying they have to carry on with their travels.

 

I showed Andrew this poem yesterday and he liked #2. What do you think? I might write another poem to go along with this entry, so if I do I’ll send it out later! Also, do you think a poem would look better at the beginning or ending? I’m thinking the end.

I.

Is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?

August sun--the hottest in history,

the ice cream melts upon my hands

as the kids around me scream in joy--

900 miles alone; surrounded by love;

cold air blows upon my shoulders and face.

A meeting place for friends,

from near and far -- the memories not forgotten--

is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?

 

 

II.

Is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?

August sun-- the hottest in Mid-Western history;

faces, a beat red, lips white from smiles.

The ice cream melts upon my hands,

in a form of relief from training camp heat;

as the kids around me scream in joy--

900 miles alone, surrounded by love;

cold air blows upon my shoulder,

green with Packers love, pride and fanaticism.

A meeting place for friends,

from near and far -- the memories not forgotten--

is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?

 

Thanks for your time and help!

Monday, January 14, 2013

Frozen in Time

Which do you like best?

I.
Is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?
August sun--the hottest in history,
the ice cream melts upon my hands
as the kids around me scream in joy--
900 miles alone; surrounded by love;
cold air blows upon my shoulders and face.
A meeting place for friends,
from near and far -- the memories not forgotten--
is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?

II.
Is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?
August sun-- the hottest in Mid Western history;
faces, a beat red, lips white from smiles.
The ice cream melts upon my hands,
in a form of relief from training camp heat;
as the kids around me scream in joy--
900 miles alone, surrounded by love;
cold air blows upon my shoulder,
green with Packers love, pride and fanaticism.
A meeting place for friends,
from near and far -- the memories not forgotten--
is it a bad thing to be frozen in time?

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Lambeau Magic (Second Take)

I wrote another Lambeau poem, this time in a Rondeau. Which one do you like best? I'll post the rondeau first, then the other one.

The NFL critics that say
the magic is lost in Green Bay.
For in the infamous Lambeau,
more losses than wins, echo
"GO PACK GO," the shouts slay--

in the dark night, the words stay,
against the Browns, a quick play,
"GO PACK GO! GO PACK GO!"
the magic isn't lost.

Win, lose, or tie; our love never delays,
Cheeseheads til our hair turns gray--
til death, actually, we don't hang low,
and our travels never slow
to our beloved Green Bay--
the magic isn't lost.

Poem #2:


The NFL critics say,
Lambeau Field has lost its magic,
a touch of victory--it named Green Bay;
inspiring everyone in town and out,
fans from outside flock; like the hajj to Mecca,
fanaticismm and tears and screams and shouts,
laughter and GO PACK GO echo
throughout the red, white and tan--
fans have helped build the story of Lambeau.
The NFL critics say,
with the myriad of losses here--
the magic is lost to Green Bay;
but I don't believe so--
win, lose or tie, us cheeseheads are fans til death
and we flock to our beloved Lambeau
that houses memories so fond
in the heat or cold of Wisconsin's nights
and the Great Lake that leaves snow ponds.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Southern Charm

I saw you stand in front of me
on a Friday night, so lovely.
You were setting lights in the bar,
to shine brightly on his guitar—
a translucent white, too hard to see.

I see your smile, a subtle plea
hitting me like a wave from sea;
your tune up of strings and vocals on par—
in the pale light of the moon.

You made your loud decree,
with Skynyrd’s Southern melody;
and above us with the stars,
you hit me like a freight car—
to my heart you held the key
in the pale light of the moon.

MLK Tribute Documentary

Every year my school makes a documentary about Dr. King and it asks students, faculty and staff a few questions about Dr. King's vision. This year the question was:


“What’s happening today? Are we closer to reaching Dr. King’s dream today? What’s the NOW? Please give an example?”

My response was this: In response to the question, I believe we're reaching the goal of Dr. King's dream, though, I do think there is still some work to be done. In November our first black president was reelected showing that people put aside prejudice for what they think is the most competent man for the job. In America and Western societies we see all different groups interacting with one another, especially in the co-exist movement. However, we're not all inclusive, but more so than 50 years ago.

She asked me to elaborate on the world 50 years ago and I explained, "my dad was born in 1955 and when he went to a Catholic school and even when he switched over to public school, King of Prussia was an all white, English speaking, Christian community. My mom was born in '64 and had a dad that was in the military and it was the same way. My area has substantially changed in the past 15 years -- we have many Jews, Muslims, Sikhs, all different faiths living in our community and the library I work for shows it. We have all sorts of books in different languages and I'm currently working on an Arabic children's book. I'm not really sure about West Chester, but I see the same growth in our university as more diversity classes are being offered, especially in the English department. This semester I'm taking a modern Latina literature course and in the past you wouldn't have seen it, it would probably be only white, male authors to study.

She asked if I voted for Obama. I replied, "No. I'm a libertarian." I didn't want to say that I'm not too fond of Mr. Obama. I have a different ideology than he has and he doesn't represent my interests. Neither do republicans, mind you. I find I'm better represented by the libertarian party.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Lambeau Magic

I;m really unsure about this poem; I might try a new rhyme scheme. Do you like the content though?

The NFL critics say,
Lambeau Field has lost its magic,
a touch of victory--it named Green Bay;
inspiring everyone in town and out,
fans from outside flock; like the hajj to Mecca,
fanaticismm and tears and screams and shouts,
laughter and GO PACK GO echo
throughout the red, white and tan--
fans have helped build the story of Lambeau.
The NFL critics say,
with the myriad of losses here--
the magic is lost to Green Bay;
but I don't believe so--
win, lose or tie, us cheeseheads are fans til death
and we flock to our beloved Lambeau
that houses memories so fond
in the heat or cold of Wisconsin's nights
and the Great Lake that leaves snow ponds.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Milwaukee Zoo ghazals

Which do you like best? For me, I like the 2nd.


The city comes alive with many fast people,
900 miles away from home--strolling past people.

On the bus to the zoo bound; getting off last people,
African landscapes, peacocks tended by many mast people.

Watch up above you, macaws perch, run the gassed people,
but, alas, I find peace with zebras in the rushed cast people.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

The city comes alive with many fast people,
900 miles away from home--strolling past people.

To the zoo I am bound--through hell or high water!
On the bus sitting a front, getting off last people;

African landscapes, peacocks roam the streets ahead
and macaws above in the trees tended by gassed people.

Zebras and lions and bears, oh my! In the grass they hide,
but, alas, I find peace with them in the rushed cast people!

Saturday, January 5, 2013

A Night with Black Horse

It was a last minute thing last night since Black Horse doesn't have an official "like" page on Facebook and just a group, when I logged onto my computer I saw something was posted to the group and they were going to be at Screwballs! I had to go and I'm glad I did. So much fun even more so since the bar was fairly quiet. ^^ I decided that I would try out the black and white feature on my camera. Mom liked the feature more than the colour pictures. What do you think?

I just absolutely love the drum set. I love the horse that decorates it.



He was cute. I think we were flirting with one another; a few of the songs he was the lead vocalist and during Lynyrd Skynyrd's What's Your Name and he pointed at me during the chorus and winked at me. I did introduce myself (ironically before the show I added him on Facebook on a whim) and we talked a good 10 minutes during the break. Then throughout the final set he kept winking. When the show ended, a mutual friend said to me (in front of him), "he's a good guy and if he isn't, then we'll put him in line," then he kissed my cheek (I kissed back, that's just normal response for me when someone does something to me... I hope I didn't offend). It actually made me feel good -- it reaffirms my notion that I get along better with older people than people my own age (for the most part). I just feel more comfortable and confident with older folk. They also make me feel more welcomed and I just like that. I've been thinking about my New Years resolutions and I think I might make some changes to my non-existent love life, but I'm not sure how yet. I've spent the whole day thinking about that and last night. We talked on Facebook today and he said it was great meeting me and he wants to see me again. So, who knows. All I know is I'm letting go and whatever happens, I'll let it happen naturally instead of forcing it, which hey; that's a good step for me! :) So, stay tuned for the year! ;)



Friday, January 4, 2013

Baltimore

Starting this week I'll be starting to save for a trip to Baltimore in August . It's been three years since my last trip.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Dear Me -- full letter draft


Dear Me,
You cried at midnight; the first moment of 2013! What an awful way to welcome in a new year, especially when it’s over a weight issue. I know, you’re on bipolar medicine and are hypothyroid, but maybe this year you should work with a specialist. Also, be less harsh on yourself; you’re still healthy and that worrying just adds unneeded stress. A wise and good friend said she lost weight from being kind to herself and getting rid of the unneeded stress in her life by ignoring all the criticism. Maybe that's what you ought to do in 2013. Maybe if you also worked with that specialist or talked to NP Frasier, you can find a myriad of ways to lose at least fifteen pounds by the time you graduate in December.

As a football junkie, I think you can get some inspiration from that slideshow. You've been thinking about signing up for that flag football class that you so desperately wanted to do last year, but never did it. This year you should! You love football; you love the way it's played and all the intricacies that factor in. I think it would be a good experience and it's cheap. I know you want to save money for the goal of moving to Wisconsin in 2014, but I think this expense would also contribute to the weight loss goal of yours. I also think it'll help your wellbeing because the experts say exercise makes you happier. This past fall you were miserable, I think it would help the drug/talk therapy regimen. And I know you could use some happiness.

Speaking of saving money, you work two jobs; I think you'll be able to save at most $1000 towards going to graduate school and your move in the fall of 2014. You should also capitalize on freelance writing, Straw Beary sent you a link and Britta sent you a flyer about the job she's currently working looking for freelance writers. I know you want to be a travel writer and I believe this would be a great stepping stone. Remember, though, don't do too much at once (as this will be a third job) and maybe wait until the summer when you're off from school and in the fall when you're part time. For the spring, just start light (you do have 6 classes) so that way you can get a feel for it and won't overwhelm yourself. Also remember, enjoy yourself too! Take that three day vacation to Baltimore in August and go see a Ravens game! I think you should also treat dad to a Ravens game as well, as he's done so much for you. He was understanding in 2012 about not going to the Ravens game you promised him, but this year surprise him by fulfilling that promise.

But, before that trip to Baltimore, remember your travel narrative book about Wisconsin from your trip in August 2012. I think you can get a majority of it done this year, just don't overwhelm yourself, and work on bits at a time. Don't punish yourself if you are a slacker at times. Sometimes it takes writers a few years to write books; think of this as a long time goal. Although you've put a book out every year, you don't need to do that for this book—take your time. You also want to try your hand at publishing instead of self-publishing. I think you should start with publishers in Wisconsin, wait to see what they have to say, and then possibly move onto publishing houses that focus on travel writers and/or memoirs (this book might also count as a memoir). Don't be afraid to consult the Writer's Market manual, Dr. Luanne Smith, and Dr. Pollard for some help and advice either! They might surprise you.

One last thing, you graduate in December. It's not that far away—only two semesters left as an undergraduate. You did well in the fall 2012 semester with three A’s, two B’s and a 3.6 GPA. I think you can continue achieving those marks and I want you to make the honor roll for graduation. You were so close in high school and you are spending 5.5 years in college, I think you should do it for yourself to achieve that great honor (and you’re only two points away from it).
2013 is going to be one busy year. I hope you accomplish most of that, but don't forget to enjoy the fruits of your labor. I wish you the best of luck for a happy and healthy 2013.

Love,
Me

Word Count: 771

Beginning "Dear Me" Letter

Each year Writing.com has a contest called Dear Me where you can write a letter to yourself about goals you'd like to accomplish throughout the year. The prizes are cash. :) This year my goal is to win cash. I started a bit of my letter; how does it sound so far?


Dear Me,

You cried at midnight; the first moment of 2013! What an awful way to welcome in a new year, especially when it’s over a weight issue. I know, you’re on bipolar medicine and are hypothyroid, but maybe this year you should work with a specialist. Also, be less harsh on yourself; you’re still healthy and that worrying just adds unneeded stress. Maybe if you worked with a specialist or talked to NP Frasier, you can find a way to lose at least fifteen pounds by the time you graduate in December 2013.




I can't wait to work on it throughout the weekend. :)

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

New Years Eve 2012

I had fun at XFinity Live center. The only thing was all the people I was with had someone hit on them and had dancing partners. That made me feel ugly and fat -- I cried at midnight. I'm making changes for 2013, I'm thinking of going off my bipolar meds (begging the doctors) and only stay on the thyroid pill. Of course this is unless they prescribe me a weight loss pill (I would still stay on the thyroid pill regardless because I need that hormone to function). I want to be back down to my normal weight of 100-124 lbs (I'm 4'11).

Anyway, here are pictures:

Before going to XFinity Live.
 
Obligatory toast picture :)