Through a Window Pane

2006-12-24T18:12:00.000-05:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

...remember that
Jesus loves you...

...alot.

My Turn on the Soapbox

2006-12-12T22:19:00.000-05:00

So this is my family. That's my grandpa on the right in the red shirt and cap. It's a rather large family...this picture only includes a little over half of us. It's a good family. Very supportive and loving. My grandpa was a good man. Very devoted to his family. Loyal to his country (he was a WWII vet and very proud of it). But most importantly he loved God. He loved talking church with my dad. He pretty much just loved talking about anything to anyone that would listen. My grandma told me today she imagined that had he been with us at that particular moment he would have been talking our ears off. I seconded that notion and replied that he was definitely not very fond of quietness...he spent all of his time either talking or snoring.

I spent the past few days with my grandmother. Things are so different now. I walk into her house and can't help but feel like something is missing. There is a void...and no one knows what to do about it. I guess that is because there is nothing we can do about it. Except miss him and cry. Spending the last forty-eight hours holding the hand of a grieving widow definitely puts life into perspective. I love the Foundation, but I didn't want to come back. I think it is because even though my grandmother doesn't know Jesus, I knew He was there. He was holding her hand, too. He was crying, too. Oh Jesus is definitely present here at the WF. I guess I am just thinking about all the scriptures where Jesus says to comfort the widows, care for the orphans, feed the hungry, cloth the naked...you get my drift. Why do we all waste so much time sitting around thinking only about ourselves? We keep asking and asking and praying and praying...God, how will you use me? What will you do through me? What is Your will for me?
Should I do this? Should I go there? Blah, blah, blah. When will we realize that it isn't about us? When will we get up off our butts and start going out and doing the things Jesus has asked of us? He didn't tell us to sit around and try to figure it out first. He said GO. Comfort the widows. Care for the orphans. Clothe the naked and feed the hungry. Make disciples! I'm tired of trying to figure it all out, ya'll. I can't do it. My human brain is just too limited. But I can go. I can be His hands and feet. I don't have to understand it...and like I realized while I was sitting next to my grandmother, I don't even have to have the right words to say...Jesus is enough. Our willingness is enough. So let's go friends!!!

Uhhh.....Hello??????

2006-11-08T11:35:00.000-05:00

....is there anybody out there?????

Okay, so you can tell that we are all really, really, really frickin' busy or just really, really, really frickin' lazy because not a one of us has posted in like over two weeks. Therefore, in spite of the numerous demands upon my life, I have decided to take a smidge of time to break through the lethargic mold and post something!!! So here it is!!!! My post!!! Yeah. Unfortunately it can't be a long one....I have to go to work soon...I can only ignore the demands for so long, ya know? Anyway, I want you all to know that you are much loved and I am praying for you during these busy times. I can really see God working in mighty ways this semester in each one of us, and that excites me. I'm glad we can share and learn and grow and love together!!! Awww, it's sweet I know....okay I'm done, now get back to work!!!!!

A Birthday Post

2006-10-23T22:39:00.000-04:00

I have been so blessed this weekend. Friday was so fun -- not only did I have an excused absence for a whole day's worth of classes, but I got to spend the day singing my little heart out with the beautiful ladies of the UK Women's Choir in Louisville, Ky. We performed-slash-recruited at two high schools, goofed off at the mall for a while, and then finished off the day with the most fantastic concert at the ever so beautiful Cathedral of the Assumption. It was a good day...I just LOVE being in choir. I love the people, I love the music, I love it all. Sigh.

Following our evening concert, my most wonderful-est boyfriend picked me up in Louisville and instead of returning to Lexington, we proceeded southward to Bowling Green to spend the next few days with my parents. I'm such a homebody, ya'll. You just don't even know the homesickness I've been feeling for my parental units lately. They are wonderful God-lovin' people, I really, really love them and really, really have missed getting to spend time with them. You see I hadn't been home since May, so this weekend was a welcome break from the Lexington life...don't get me wrong, I totally love my life here. It is just that I have always been close with my family, and I have missed them. They completely spoiled Andrew and me by taking us to movies and feeding us more food than you can imagine. They also showered me with numerous gifts...which was fun...

Now it is Monday, and I am 23. I have had the most wonderful birthday. I have some really great friends who love me bunches and went out of their way to show me today. Roomie and Hulie kickstarted the day by getting up at the buttcrack of dawn to decorate my door with Disney princesses and bubbles. It made me smile. Bill spoiled me by taking me and Megan and Hulie out to lunch at a rather expensive and REALLY GOOD restaurant called Dudley's. It made me feel special. Andrew bought me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers and had planned with Megan over a week ago to bake me my favorite cake: chocolate with cream cheese icing. It made me feel loved. So right now I am pretty contented. I think I will go to bed thanking my Jesus for the many blessings He has provided and the wonderful friendships he has given me.

Prodigal

2006-10-19T19:16:00.000-04:00

I really love this song. It doesn't seem to matter where you are on your walk with Jesus, face it, your humanness is hard to escape. When I listen to this song, I am reminded of the tug-of-war I like to play with God. I'm always fighting Him over who gets complete control. I like to play this game where I try to shoulder as many burdens as I can, whether they are mine or someone elses, meanwhile I try to figure out how I can best fix them. Inevitably, it breaks me. I crumble under pressure. I forget my limitations...I forget that is not my job...I forget His awsome strength. Maybe it's a trust issue, maybe it's my pride, actually it's probably both. I do this the most with my own burdens. I hang on to them, turning inward for solutions. Then I wonder why I feel so isolated from community. Why don't I hand them over to God and let Him take care of them? Why don't I just trust that He really does have it all figured out? Why can't I get past this human way of thinking? Anyway, this may not be the most incredible song ever written or recorded, but it reminds me that my daddy is always there, He is always taking care of me, and He always loves me, in spite of my imperfections. yay.

i've held out as long as i can
now i'm letting go
and holding out my hand
daddy here i am again
will you take me back tonight?

i went and made the world my friend
and it left me high and dry
i dragged your name back through the mud
that you first found me in
not worthy to be called your son
is this to be my end?
daddy here i am
here i am....

--casting crowns

computer woes

2006-10-12T11:57:00.000-04:00

grrrrr.....computers are such crap. okay, okay, i can be realistic...i suppose they are pretty handy for emails and paper writing...and yeah they help me keep in touch with people via facebook and blogger...but....grrrrrr....sorry, the truth is they mostly just tick me off and cause even more stress for me. boo on you computer. boo. here is my issue: #1. the first episode of frustration occured when i attempted to purchase a used and therefore cheaper textbook on Amazon.com. much cheaper than buying one from the bookstore. smart, right?? wrong-o...lots of money disappeared from my bank account on the day of purchase. over three weeks later, no book. i logged onto Amazon only to discover that i had been scammed, stolen from, used, annoyed. boo. much sadness for me. #2. second source of computer related frustration occured when i logged onto this very blog site, went through the normal routine and then bam...hit by a mega-virus. boo on computer hackers and their computers. i'm still working on finding forgiveness in my heart. and now here i sit, still fuming after staying up all night writing papers and randomly checking email and on whatever willing friend i can find at the moment (thanks ju). so, all that said, now you know that i may not be able to blog at regular intervals, but i'll still be logging on, randomly checking up on you....grrrr....boo on you computer. boo.

A Light Unto My Path

2006-10-04T11:52:00.000-04:00

"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." --Zephaniah 3:17

Do you have any favorite scripture verses?? Do you ever find yourself repeatedly going back to them, like they are the foundation of your scriptural knowledge?? Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm lazy or just not that into variety or something (this is a joke, not a good one by any means but you can still laugh). Sometimes I sit down for my quiet time and I just can't figure out what else to read, so I fall back on the ol' favorites. But then there are other times I read them and I spend the rest of the day marveling at their miraculous ability to reach into the very depths of myself like no other verse can. For me, some verses hold onto that magnificence for only a period of time, especially during times of intense trial or extreme joy. However, I have discovered there are some scriptures that I just can't seem to let go of. I have maybe three or four verses which seem to fit into all my life situations and those have become the verses that I go running to when I need to, or just want to hear God's voice. The Spirit really likes to whisper these verses in my ear, He just won't let me forget them. It is interesting, when He reminds of one of these verses and then I go look it up, I notice that the significance and meaning of the verse changes for me as I grow and change. Does that happen to you?? The words don't change, spelling and grammar are still correct, but the connotation transforms everytime I read it. And then I become so filled with wonderment that I can't decide if I want to stand up and shout out praises or if I want to continue quietly sitting and pondering the brilliancy of my God....His words are so powerful...it gets me everytime....

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust." --Psalm 91:1-2

T-Minus Seven Days!!

2006-09-27T13:09:00.000-04:00

It's Wednesday!! I can't wait till next week, ya'll. The countdown has officially begun!! I'm so excited, I just might pee myself!! Okay, that's gross, but I can't help it!!Multitudes of questions have been plaguing my mind all summer long...who will Kate finally choose -- Jack or Sawyer? What's really going on with this whole button pushing thing? Why did the Others take Jack, Sawyer, Kate and Hurley, and leave everyone else at the beach? Where has Walt been all this time (and my how much older he looks!)? Umm, is Libby real or just a figment of Hurley's imagination? Is Jin really the father of Sun's baby? Has Charlie finally kicked his heroine addiction? And oh yeah, how could Michael betray us like that?!

Friends, the waiting and apprehension which we have endured this summer has almost reached its end. Yes, the moment we have been waiting for is nearly upon us. In just one (hopefully) short week we will all gather together in the WF basement to witness the premier of Lost's third season. I know what's on your mind, because it is on my mind, too. Will we get any answers this season? Will secrets be revealed? Will there be unexpected plot twists? Will characters we have come to know and love, or in some cases hate (*cough*AnaLucia*cough*) be killed off? We will know soon, my friends, very soon. And once again we will journey through it together, as true Lost Cause/Losers do. So mark your calendars, and I'll see you in the front row.

These words of my own, from my heart flow...

2006-09-22T12:08:00.000-04:00

i love the fall. i love sweaters and jackets. i love shakespeare. i love sleeping in. i love any shade of blue. i love reading. i love pie. i love pictures of friends around my room. i love flowers. i love jesus. i love learning new things. i love dangly earrings. i love meaningful conversations. i love the rain. i love laughing till it hurts. i love ice cream. i love traveling to new places. i love my family. i love being organized. i love my bed. i love chocolate. i love playing tennis. i love watching tennis. i love my boyfriend. i love oreos with milk. i love the beach. i love most movies. i love shopping with my mom. i love the sky. i love free time. i love weekends. i love being remembered. i love talking about books. i love being warm. i love sweet tea. i love the smell of fall. i love kentucky.

untitled

2006-09-19T21:13:00.000-04:00

what is it to be desperate?
do you really want to know?
i claimed once that i did
He heard me, and answered
words so easy to say
their meaning so difficult to grasp
i became desperate
realizing your imperfection
a slow breaking down of the barriers between you
do you really want to know?
such pride in innocence
and then you fall
do you really want to see?
do you understand the desperation?
unanswered questions plague your mind
basic beliefs altered
not what you once believed
not who you once thought
why did i want to know?
i remain desperate

Soundtrack #1

2006-09-08T12:30:00.000-04:00

Have you ever heard a song that totally fits a specific time in your life? The lyrics summing up how felt or acted? The music arousing those feelings within you again? The whole experience transporting you back into time? I know of quite a few songs that have elements of nostalgia for me, but there are a certain few that seem to hit the nail square on its head. If I had a soundtrack for my life, I would put those certain few songs on it. I've decided to post these songs at random on my blog because, well, I want to. So here goes...the first one to make the list is titled How To Save A Life, by The Fray. If any of you knew me and my struggles last spring, you will totally see how this song fits exactly what I felt/thought/experienced.

How To Save A Life

(Verse 1)
Step one, you say we need to talk.
He walks, you say sit down it's just a talk.
He smiles politely back at you,
you stare politely right on through.
Some sort of window to your right,
as he goes left and you stay right.
Between the lines of fear and blame
and you begin to wonder why you came.

(Chorus)
Where did I go wrong?
I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness
and I would have stayed up with you all night
had I known how to save a life.

(Verse 2)
Let him know that you know best
cause after, all you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense
without granting innocence.
Lay down a list of what is wrong
the things you've told him all along.
And pray to God he hears you,
pray to God he hears you.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
As he begins to raise his voice,
you lower yours and grant him one last choice.
Drive until you lose the road
or break with the ones you've followed.
He will do one of two things,
he will admit to everything
or he'll say he's just not the same
and you'll begin to wonder why you came.

(Chorus)

There's an arrow in my heel!!!

2006-09-04T00:24:00.000-04:00

So I spent pretty much all day today at the mall with my mom. I'm not what you would call a huge fan of shopping, but I love being with my mom. My mom loves to shop, so we shop when we are together. I have to say that I'm okay with it, mostly because I get totally spoiled pretty much every time we go out. Don't judge me! I'm telling you it all happens so fast! Like today for instance...one minute we are walking around, eating pretzels and laughing...next thing I know she's buying me new jeans, a pair of shoes, earrings, and a new (rather expensive) purse.

SIDENOTE: Here is where I must take the time to be honest with you: I have a purse fetish. If you didn't know it before, you know it now. From now on, if you'll pay attention you will realize just how deep this fetish goes as you begin to notice how I carry a different bag just about every month or so. It's true people. As if that's not bad enough, I wish I could follow by telling you that they are all cheap purses I typically take a liking to, however I would be flat out lying. It's pretty sickening, I realize. This is my one weakness, my indisputable Achilles' heel. Stupid Achilles and his stupid heel. But it's my only weakness, I promise.......really. You can blame Thetis, not me. Alright, I'm done with the mythology.

So..................anyway..................I know, I know, I'm a terrible daughter. Though in my defense, I must add that this experience truly explains a piece of my mother. Just hang with me a moment, okay? See, my mom, she loves to give people gifts. Giving of gifts is her way of expressing her love for the person receiving the gift. In this instance, it was me. So I don't mind taking the gift because she is giving as an expression of love. Am I justifying? Maybe. To me it's all about perspective people. So I think I'll just remember today as a fun and happy day with my mommy...*sigh*...what a good memory it is.

A Poem on Waiting

2006-09-01T13:08:00.000-04:00

I am finding it difficult to find motivation to complete my work. Okay, so I have accepted the fact that I will not be going to nursing school in the next year, possibly two. I fully believe that God will provide the way when He desires for me to go. However, this waiting period is proving to be a challenge. I keep feeling this sense of obligation to complete the school year with a major that I picked up for enjoyment, not because I have a desire to use it for anything in my life. This is making my schoolwork really, really difficult. Waiting for dreams to begin is so grueling. Interestingly, I have noticed among my dearest friends that this idea of waiting has become a common theme in our lives lately. The other day I ran across a simple untitled poem by Russell Kelfer which really spoke to me. He embraces waiting, suggesting that God calls each of us at some point in life to wait upon Him for some reason or another. It is rather lengthy, but stick with it, I promise it is worth it. I hope it speaks to you as much as it did to me......

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...
and the Master so gently said, "Wait."

"Wait? You say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming Your Word."

"My future and all to which I relate
hangs in the balance and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign."

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate.
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause the mountains to run."

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint."

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all that you see."

"You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart."

"The glow of my comfort late into the night
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask,
From an infinite God who makes what you have last."

"You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you."

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know Me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "wait."

Summer Tidbits

2006-08-27T22:43:00.000-04:00

I really should be reading right now...Richard III is calling my name, prompting me to come back to him for more...but I'm just not ready to face him again. My initial plan was to kick back this evening and watch a movie, but my movie date bailed out due to a serious lack of sleep in the past few days. So instead I have decided to log onto Procrastination Central and write a new blog. I'm due a new entry anyway. So here it goes...

Now that the summer is over and the school year has begun, I've spent quite a bit of my thought life reflecting on the past few months. Throughout the week I have realized that I learned quite a few new things, while re-learning some old things, about myself this summer. Being my first summer away from home (meaning: living somewhere other than my parent's house), I was free to question various aspects of life all the while realizing the truth about who I am and who God has created me to be. Here are a few tidbits about me, or some of my general thoughts on this past summer, that you may or may not know......

1. I didn't read a single book this summer that wasn't a part of a series.
2. Watching a tropical depression out at sea while sitting on the beach wasn't frightening, but was one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
3. I have a pretty severe addiction to coca-cola. I'm trying to work on that.
4. There are some people in this world who will drop $200+ on their pets and not think twice about it.
5. I actually really enjoy the X-Files, even the scary ones.
6. God really does bring forth life and purpose from situations we once considered dead or lost.
7. Speaking of which I really, really, really missed LOST.
8. I hardly ever use my computer when I'm not in school.
9. Parents are human beings who aren't perfect and also make mistakes.
10. Dog food is really heavy and really expensive.
11. I love caring for the elderly. I hate seeing them suffer through depression because we forget that they are people who need love.
12. It is impossible to find a shampoo that doesn't make my hair fall out.
13. I didn't get sun poisoning at the beach this year! First time in three years! Woohoo!
14. Struggle and miscommunication is very common in relationships.
15. I can't sleep through snoring. I get pretty irritated.
16. People will take advantage of you.
17. Tattoos really aren't that bad and don't really hurt.
18. I hate cleaning up dog crap.
19. I wasn't devastated about not getting into nursing school. I have a deep confidence and peace that I will get there someday, when the timing is just right.
20. If I had to pick one word to describe myself = Redeemed. Coming to terms with your imperfections can be a difficult thing. Lately God has been teaching me that he has called me to a righteous life, not an innocent life. Innocence to me is inexperience, misunderstanding, and cluelessness about the effects of sin. Which seems to be a good thing, but inevitably we all loose that innocence because we all sin and fall short of Him. Righteous persons, however, have encountered the inevitable sin, have fallen into that sin, but have accepted what Jesus by His grace has done for them and are therefore covered in His blood and are made acceptable in His sight. I don't know, maybe you disagree, and maybe I am wrong. It seems such a basic Christian concept, yet it is so hard for my simple mind to understand. I've only just scratched the surface on this idea of grace and righteousness...and like I said accepting your faults is never easy, but I am working on it.

omygoodnessmylifeissooobusy!

2006-08-23T21:20:00.000-04:00

Okay, okay bandwagoners calm yourselves...I'm posting!!

Can I just tell you about the whirlwind my life has been lately! Here's little Leah, minding my own business, enjoying freedom, friends and summer warmth when BAM! Night class, clincals, homework, practical exams, and Incredipet busyness came rushing in! Next thing I know I'm eating dinner at 9:30pm and desperately searching for the time to take a shower.

Adding to the surmounting craziness, on the evening my class ended I went and took the final exam and then Andrew and I drove all night to North Carolina to visit my grandma, his best friend Mark and wife Samantha, as well as my big brother and sister-in-law. After arriving at my grandma's at 3:30am, we took it easy on Thursday.

Friday evening we spent at the Triangle Mall where Andrew proceeded to select various formal gowns for me to try on, which I did, and then we took about a hundred pictures of me acting silly in them...hence all the random pictures. It was pretty entertaining, I must admit. Saturday we played Apples to Apples (my favorite game!) with my brother and sister-in-law and Sunday we spent swimming and boogie-boarding at Wrightville Beach with Mark and Samantha. I got burnt...Andrew got more tan. Needless to say, we had a blast, ya'll.

Upon our return to Lexington we were immediately swept into WF orientation events, buying books, meeting and greeting the newbies, running much needed errands, and taking a midnight indulgence spree to the Waffle House. And now it is Wednesday, which has done nothing but contribute to my busy lifestyle as I got up early this morning in order to set out on the first day of what is my fifth and hopefully my last year of college. Now it is afternoon and here I am...finally finding the time to appease my friendly bandwagoners. Just a short and simple explanation of my long absence from blog...how I have missed it.

In looking to the future I must put in that I am sooo excited about my roomie coming home tonight!! I've missed my beautiful Nessa, but I have loved all the laughter filled evenings I've spent with Ju as my summer roomie. I have the greatest friends...I'm so blessed!

How I Became Pocahantas

2006-08-16T15:52:00.000-04:00

So I have a new identity. The internet told me so, and it is a known fact that everything on the internet is true. As the story goes...one lonely Sunday evening, while all my friends were either in Indiana or at staff meetings or somewhere else that is not the Wesley Foundation, I let my boredom get the best of me. It is true that I not only have a profile set up on blog, but I have furthered my exploitation by creating a profile on "the Facebook." I know, I have a problem. Anyway, as I haphazardly rummaged through the endless profiles of my Facebook connections, I came face to face with my destiny. There before me in hot pink letters was a link to an online quiz that boasted Which Disney Princess Are You? I admit I was intrigued and decided to take the quiz. I wrestled with each question, convinced that it was essential for me to select the most accurate answer so that I would be awarded the most suitable princess. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing over each question, I reached the end of the quiz and pressed the DONE button at the bottom of the screen. I impatiently waited for my computer to connect with the next page...when...it appeared. "You are Pocahantas. Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is what guides you through life. Even so, you have a playful side that loves adventure and excitement." Now, doesn't that sound like me?? I'll let you decide...

so..which Princess are you?? http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354

Will the REAL Leah Powers please stand up?

2006-08-15T15:40:00.000-04:00

I'm not a liar. I'm not leading you on. I promise you it's there. Why does no one believe me?! I have multiple emails from long-time friends who still cannot accept the fact that I have a tattoo. It's there people, I promise you. It's 100% real. So believe it. Ju? Can you back me up on this one? I've even gotten on facebook and posted a picture of myself getting the tattoo, but it is not enough...my credibility is still in question. They say something about me not being the type to ever get a tattoo...perhaps there is some truth in that. However, I would argue that I exterminated that possibility when I went and got the tattoo.

Maybe you are questioning if you ever really knew the real Leah? Well, let me continue. You see it wasn't a peer pressure thing and it isn't vulgar; in fact, I think I am pretty capable of making decisions. Furthermore, when it came to tattoo-gettin' time, I chose the cross believing that I chose a very tasteful external display of the commitment and love I have for the One who chose to make a rather violent external display of His commitment and everlasting love for me. It's a two way street kind of thing. This tattoo was more than an impulse...it was, essentially, scarring myself for the One who had scarred himself for me. It is a symbol, the symbol upon which my entire belief system is built. Maybe it sounds a bit ridicules to you, but for me, choosing Him is a choice I will never regret.

"Why I Write"

2006-08-14T13:32:00.000-04:00

I don't know many people who are not on MySpace or Blogger or Xanga or some other online journal-type website. While I am not really one to absentmindedly jump onto any bandwagons, I am also not one to miss out on great opportunities to make connections with interesting people. Therefore, I decided to create a blog for myself. Now you can log on at any random time and read about all the interesting things I think about throughout the day. Either that or I just created yet another source of procrastination for myself. We shall see...as for the title of my blog site, when prompted to create a title I was reminded of a quote from George Orwell's essay Why I Write (get used to the literary references, I am an English major), "Good prose is like a window pane; one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to articulate one's own personality." I like the idea of opening ourselves up enough to allow people to get to know our real selves...even if it is through a very small window of writing out our mundane thoughts on an unrestricted website.