God help me.

Help me like the idea of things less and the actual things more. Help me to not just make good choices, but to make good mistakes too. Help me remember that when a life isn't full of mistakes, it's probably not much of anything.

how do i explain?

Is it wrong for me to admit that I didn't miss home when I was there? That I didn't want to come home? That I don't want to BE home? That "home" feels farther away now than ever before?

i’m the black sheep. the anomaly. the outlaw.

It's like I set such high standards for myself, like I'd rather spend all my energy proving that I'm actually an alright person. That I'm funny (even when I'm not). That I'm not awkward (even when I am). That I'm not the dumb blonde sorority girl. That there actually IS a brain in there and I'm not just some obtuse, flaky dunce.

i just haven’t met you yet – an ode to the single people

As vulnerable as it makes me to admit, I'm really just an anxious wreck who wants the fairytale.

dude. chill.

Let's be real...unless you're trying to protect a secret nuclear bomb, or you're creating a cure for (no, not cancer), the obesity epidemic, the future of mankind doesn't depend on you and whether you check everything off this week's to-do list.

nothing less than champions

It's April...and I'm happy to (once again), call today a "game day." It isn't unusual for Kansas to be playing in April. Tonight's game will mark our ninth NCAA Championship appearance. It is, however, still exciting that this team has once again gotten to the last dance on the biggest stage.

bible beaters

I had grown up in a Christian home and considered myself saved, but these people were just plain weird about it. Sure, they seemed happy, but why did they have to plaster their faith everywhere? Didn't they KNOW what others thought of them?

can anybody hear me?

Sometimes when I think about this blog I think, "Is anyone even reading what I'm writing?"