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Thanks so much again. Just so I know, what did you get? my friend has a car, so I may pick up some things and I don’t want to duplicate.
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A twelve pack of Ski, cran-raspberry juice, a can of pringles, some Stacy’s chips, some Bugles, dark chocolate M&Ms, a couple of dark chocolate Hershey bars, some chex mix and a black printer ink. I think that’s it.
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about a minute agoMatthew McCue
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SKI!!?!?!? YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!
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Oh, and Club crakcers.
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about a minute agoMatthew McCue
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BUGLES!!!
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STACY’S!!!! CLUB!
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We got it last fall so I hope it doesn’t get old.
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about a minute agoMatthew McCue
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M AND M’S CHEX AND CRAN!!!!
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So, grandma of the year is decided by February… unusually early this year.
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I saved back a 12 pack for you and forgot to send it home at Christmas and then didn’t see you before you went back to school again.
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Hahahahaha,
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I think the voting begins in November. Wait and see how you feel about that then.
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I’m really not sure who came up with the phrase “forgive and forget.”
I’m not sure I like them very much.
I’ve realized that one of the things I have and will probably always struggle with is forgiveness. In honesty, I am thrilled with the idea of the concept of forgiveness. It’s the only thing that can give any of us hope and the ability to move on with our lives. Still, it’s been increasingly obvious to me that the aftermath of forgiveness is something I have and will always have trouble dealing with.
Let me explain. Let’s say you are five and someone on the playground hits you. They later ask for forgiveness and you oblige by saying “I forgive you.” And you mean it, you really do. But what happens when that person comes near you on the playground again? If they hit you again, it’s rough, but you can still forgive them. But how do you act the same way, even if they don’t hit you again? Would you be excited to be around that person? Would you play as far away from them as possible on the playground? I would.
That’s my struggle. I can’t forget. I often find myself ranting or venting to someone about a situation that is as old as 5-10 years old! When I do that, I realize it isn’t really right to be complaining. That’s something I need to work on. But how could you possibly expect me to not act differently?
What’s worse, I find that I can’t even forgive myself for things. I often dream or think about the past, I always go back to moments where I’ve messed up or made mistakes. Everyone forgives, everyone forgets. Everyone but me. How can I forget when I can’t even forget things I do?
I’m not sure I can come to any good conclusions or revelations during this. I wish I could. Still I’m aware, and I’m sure that’s the first step. I think the ability to remember what we’ve done wrong is good, and comes from God. We need to learn from mistakes, and perhaps this is something that will drive me forward.
As always, prayer’s a good way to start.
I’ve often heard the idea that men’s brains and women’s brains work differently. For instance, men think in boxes, where each thought has its own category and these boxes are not connected. Things in the box may remind you of things in another box, but you must first put away the first box in order to open another box. In the same way, women’s brains are like balls of yarn. Everything is connected and one though leads to another. This can often cause confusion. I myself have recently experienced said confusion due to a lack of explanation on the connection between boxes (I’m not a mind reader, you have to actually SAY OUT LOUD the connection!).
But, with this observation in place, I offer another: why is it that women store everything in boxes and men pile everything up? Seriously, our brains may work one way, but our living spaces are completely opposite.
In conclusion, men have organized brains and messy houses, while women have messy brains and organized houses.
I think I’ll keep my organized brain, thank you.
Take a shot every time somebody mentions “Gender Equality.”
Good luck.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1X6hG2u89xk
Community, Season 3, episode 10, Regional Holiday Music. Scene 5: Troy and Abed’s (And Anne’s)
(Abed comes in humming…)
Abed: Merry Christmas, Troy!
Troy: (Somber) Abed, you look gleeful.
Abed: Troy, Don’t you think it might actually be fun doing this Christmas pagent for the glee club?
Troy: Abed, we hate the glee club.
Abed: Yeah. I guess I just like liking things.
Troy: Abed! Look, you know I’d do anything you did, but I’m a Jehovah’s Witness. We’re not supposed to celebrate Christmas.
Abed: I’ve been thinking about that. I may have a loophole. (Music begins playing) What if you were a Jehovah’s Witness who was actually pretending to celebrate Christmas, gathering clues and blending in to take down the holidays from within?
Troy: You mean like a spy investigating? Making it seem like I’m celebrating, when ACTUALLY I’m infiltrating Santa’s operation?!
Abed: Yoip!
(The rap begins)
Troy: Going deep cover, past enemy lines
Making everybody think I’m on the Christmas side
Racking warm sweaters, hanging big ass lights
If the fat man can see me, yo it’s gotta look bright
I’d watch all the T.V. specials that i never could
I’ll even cry during the sad ones, like James Bond would
And when the big night comes it’s time to set the bait
Cold milk, Hot cookies, chequered plate!
And he’ll come down the chimney it’ll just be him and me
But he won’t know we’re enemies ‘cause I play sincere
Bring a trap like that, hug him tight, get on his lap and tell him
He can come back every year
‘Cause I am Jehovahs’ most secret witness
So I might have to dedicate my life to Christmas
And act just like I love it ‘till the day I die.
Abed: A-B-E-D, got a sort of Christmas
On the spectrum, none of your business
Thoughts too fast to comprehend
Just wanna do right, by my friends
If years were seasons, this December
Would be the December of our December
More blueprints than Howard Hughes
But if there are blue prints, how do we choose?
We have to be happy to get to the end
We have to save Christmas to save our friends
Troy and Abed: We have to save Christmas to save our friends
We have to save Christmas to save our friends!
I’m 14 days away from coming home the United States. And honestly, I’m completely fine with that.
Completely.
I have enjoyed my time over here in Europe a lot, and I will totally remember it as a good time. I just have been hearing so much lately from U.S. students here about how much they want to study graduate studies in Europe, travel for a semester more, and just be abroad and carefree. I just don’t feel that way.
Honestly? I’m psyched to come back to ISU. I can’t wait to start working again at the Rec and begin my internship at the McLean County State Attorney’s office. I miss hanging out, playing pool and grabbing lunch with Sean. And I certainly miss being able to walk to any one of my classes in 10 minutes.
I also miss Mahomet. Honestly! I miss the game nights (that usually melted into simply awesome hangouts) with the guys and watching movies and shows with Aaron. I can’t wait for New Years for that reason. I really miss my family, especially Julia and Carolyn (Don’t worry, Andrew and James would say the same thing, we all accept that the girls will just be loved more, haha!), and was really down when I wasn’t able to be around during Thanksgiving. I’m really, really excited for Christmas.
And finally, I miss my wonderful Breanna Joy Norton. I’ve had several people tell me that you shouldn’t let your relationships at home affect whether or not you study abroad or if you make the most of your time. That doesn’t mean you can’t look forward to getting back home to the ones you love.
So, if I’m writing “honestly,” then I know that that December 20th will be a pretty great great day and that this Christmas break and New Year are going to be great.
