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Bought a comforter set for a full/queen bed, but my featherbed is smaller than a comforter would normally be. So I spent two hours hand stitching the edges on the two perpendicular sides of the cover so that it'd fit. Even when aligning everything just right and using clothespins to baste everything, my seams were pretty sad and crooked. It's probably going to warp and come out when I throw it in the wash...even though I've already washed it two or three times in warm water. Used a basic running stitch, and I predict that it'll gather. If I did a backstitch, it would've taken me five hours. I did look into possibly turning it into a double-running stitch...I wonder if that would keep it from gathering.

Time to get a basic sewing machine. I'm too old to let my pant hems drag behind my feet. I could make my own drapes and do other things to make my apartment feel more like a home. Not sure if I want to worry about getting something that'll stitch through heavy duty fabric...I think it might be worth the investment. Maybe I'll try to make a sofa slipcover (if I ever get a couch). Although I actually suspect that thinner fabric might be more forgiving. A papasan chair cover would probably be even easier.

How do you get things mended? Did you learn to hand stitch quickly, or did you go out and get a cheap sewing machine? Which stitches do you use the most? Do you have an awesome family member or friend who will do it for you instead? What kind of stuff do you make with a thread and needle? I'm not looking to become hardcore about it, but if there's something reasonably simple that I should be able to make that would be useful to me, your feedback would be appreciated. :)

On an unrelated of my wishes is to be able to teach disadvantaged kids how to do nifty things. Like maybe simple programming. Or sewing. Or anything that'll wake up their creativity and confidence in their ability. I think that when parents are struggling to make ends meet, they don't have the time or energy to enrich their kids as much as they'd like. So I want to help.
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Oh man. There's nothing like hoping for some textured, delicious carbs in the form of fried, textured stringy noodles in chow mein and being disappointed. This sounds silly...tried it for the first time not too long ago at Panda Express when I was at Short Pump getting the first haircut I've had in over a year. (My hair is much happier, thanks.)

There's something about getting noodles at a restaurant. For example, it's hard to make good Pad Thai at home without the right stuff, so I bring business to my friendly neighborhood Thai restaurant. I've tried making garlic, oil, ricotta and broccoli rabe pasta, which was a dismal failure. So I'd probably go to Edo's Squid or Bacchus instead. After I tried chow mein, I became obsessed with the texture of the noodles and the pieces of cooked yet crisp cabbage. Told myself I'd get some tonight if I finished cleaning the kitchen and bathroom. Scrubbed like a hyperactive squirrel.

Imagine my disappointment when I got a carton full of onions and bamboo shoots. I also got a packet of the crispy noodles included with hot and sour soup and a small carton of rice. (I guess in case I actually meant to order chop suey.) In moderation, it was all delicious with the shrimp, beef, and chicken. But there are only so many onions one can eat without getting sick of them. So sad.

What really sucks is that this is arguably one of the most authentic Chinese restaurants in the area. I've heard that one can ask for the real noodles, but I think I'm afraid they'd either misunderstand me or laugh in my face.

Hey, at least I have a clean bathroom. (The kitchen I tend to take for granted - it's the first thing I start cleaning, since I have a routine down pat.)

As much as I love food, I never have and never will be a skinny person. Physically fit, sure. But never skinny.
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Just had 1/3 of a bottle of a semi-dry Gewurztraminer mixed with natural OJ...which is less sweet than zombie orange juice (in a good way).

I actually have energy tonight...only needed an hour nap. Making this easy (and probably fattening) slow cooker recipe for potato corn chowder from Southern Living. Doing laundry and dishes. Just hung another picture I bought at a model home auction. Need to buy thumb tacks.

I'm learning to stop feeling bad about not being able to get enough done, and to start enjoying the process. I have the A/C on (no windows for the allergy sufferer) and half of one of those big jars of Nutella sitting next to me. Listening to Fiona Apple. Worked on routers today at work, which was fun. Life isn't so bad, really.
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Today, I've been reading a lot of articles on topics regarding race.

I don't think it occurs to most people that affirmative action in college admissions impacts others negatively. We cry bigotry when someone protests because it hurts white people. But as it turns out, many Asian-Americans are systematically denied admission for less qualified applicants of every other race, including whites.

If that isn't scary turns out that they're also adjusting for gender. Nowadays, women have higher success rates academically, so colleges and universities adjust their admissions so that fewer qualified women are admitted.

I was for blind admissions even before learning this...but now I'm hoping that the argument is even more convincing. I'm for helping academically underrepresented populations. Such as in the form of after school programs in disadvantaged neighborhoods, or student unions for people who share the same race or culture. But not when it gets to the point where we discriminate against people for things they can't help, such as race or gender. There has to be a way to make things equal without making some people more equal than others.
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Writer's Block: Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars

What goals do you hope to achieve by the end of this year?

I hope to have a Real Job, whether it be the position of grad student, or a job that isn't in the restaurant industry.

I'd like to be in better physical shape, and to lose at least twenty pounds. I plan on doing this by spending my tax return on an elliptical trainer.

Anything else I could possibly want out of life depends on people other than myself, so I'll leave it at that.
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I sleep in the new house today for the first time. My bed (mattress + boxspring) is sprawled haphazardly on the floor with my books. Texted Cassie to ask for the wi-fi password so that I don't go any longer than I have to without internet access.

Drank the last of the orange juice in the fridge; ate the last of the leftover pizza. There are dishes, and I'll probably do them tomorrow. Keith and I hauled my bed and one of my bookshelves to the new house. (Somehow, he managed to convince the chair of the German department to lend his truck to him. lol.)

I've lived in this apartment for a year and a half, and done homework and laundry and such here for 2.5 years or more while chilling with Keith and Briana. It's the closest thing to home that I've had. This is going to be very weird. :(
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Dunkin Donuts Turbo coffee seriously rips my stomach up. hai 2 u, caffeine.

I don't have nearly enough hours in the day to get the work I need to get done finished. I'm wondering whether I can call in sick...but then my benefits would be in jeopardy, because I wouldn't be working enough hours. I don't think I have sick leave.
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Work stresses me out. It makes me painfully aware that I wasn't built for socializing. I feel as if I've learned enough about human nature to empathize with my fellow man and be relatively nonjudgmental about people's situations. And I've learned how to deal with many different types of people. I'm done with this lesson, and it's time to move on...God, please make the pain stop.

On a much brighter note....I've never had a man buy me perfume until now. J'adore by Dior. (We stopped at Nordstrom yesterday.) In a way, the fragrance he bought for himself was also for me - he never wears it, but he knows I like it. He got Acqua di Gio and Versace Man Eau Fraiche. I tried to get him to choose something he liked, but realistically, I chose them.

I might get to see him this evening, after he gets home from visiting family in D.C. (I was worried that he'd be too tired, but he insisted.)

I just took a nap after work, and I still feel icky and exhausted. This might merit a half-pot of coffee. And maybe some stretching. But certainly not another nap....except I might succumb to the urge anyway.
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I just downed two cups of coffee, and I'm about to get a shower and finally study some organic chemistry.

I've never been treated so horribly by so many people in such a short amount of time before. I feel very drained. But at least I feel somewhat liberated.

irelandsgoddess posted the following prayer on Facebook:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand,
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
- St. Francis of Assisi