What they don't tell you about being a virgin in college

I feel like if I were to go to buy a new pair of pants, everything would be all better.

It's rough being a virgin in college. Everyone expects you to intimately understand what they're talking about when they say things about their love lives. And I'm just like, "Gosh guys.... If I wanted to be exposed to this, I'd go find a porno channel somewhere...." People tell me to make my writing erotic. That's like asking me to write a scene using profanity. It just doesn't happen. And then Teacher Bill reads poetry in class that "normal" people "get" -- and by that, I mean, aroused -- and then he says, "But you're all Lutherans from Minnesota and none of you ever think about or engage in these things, do you?" with that witty chuckle in his voice, as if he's the most clever person ever. And I'm just like, "Actually, no, I don't." And I have this sneaking suspicion that I'm the only person in the class that his words apply to. (Except for the Minnesota part.) Sometimes, I feel like it would make my classes easier if I were to go find some boy somewhere and take care of business. But then I think, "No. That would be taking the easy way out." Somebody's got to stand up for truth and justice and the unAmerican way.
~MJ

I'm spent

I went grocery shopping. I'm spent. In more ways than one.

I lugged every speck of my $76 purchases up to my third floor room in one trip.

I got enough yogurt and bread/bagels and lunch meat, fruits and veggies to last a week.

I got enough cereal, Easy Mac, Hamburger Helper, pasta, rice, cheese and air freshner to last a month.

I got enough butter and salad dressing to last 3 months.

I got a toaster that (hopefully) will last at least until May.

I got dish detergent, stain remover, laundry detergent and dryer sheets that will hopefully last until May.

Last week, I got a blender.

This week, I got a toaster.

Next week I get a microwave.

Or measuring cups.
~MJ

Mmmm

I just had some chicken broth and I feel fat.

I've lost so much weight lately that it's nuts -- but somehow I still feel fat. Maybe it's because my tummy is full and all stretched out.

It's definitely not because I AM fat.... I'm still overweight but I'm getting there. I don't weigh myself more than once a month because I don't want to get obsessed with it, but I'm a lot smaller than I was 3 weeks ago when I weighed myself last. Even my smallest clothes are horrendously large. It's weird.

It's kinda cool because as all this extra baggage is coming off, I'm losing some stuff that I used to think was vitally important -- walls of protection that did nothing for me but isolate me. Not only do I look different, but I'm way different than I was. It's really cool how that's working out....
~MJ

Don't count this as the first entry on the page!!

Quote from my little brother's buddy:

"I'm so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat inside me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis."

If you say so, Adam.... (That made me chuckle.)

I lsot 10 pounds in the ten weeks between when I moved to Fargo and this week. Yay! God is good!

Time to go prep for my Bible Study and then go to bed. Or do something else and then go to bed. I heart you!
~MJ