Can you believe it? I'm actually writing an entry! I'm up way past my bedtime because I was finishing a paper. But don't get excited for long, my friends...this is my last official xanga post, so read it and weep...

Things are going well here. My job is up and down, but I know it's from the Lord and so I'm determined to do it for His glory and see what he has to teach me through it. And classes are almost over for the semester, hallelujah! That should increase my energy level a bit.

I'm a little sad that so many Indian friends are going back to India over break, but it will give me some downtime and also help me to focus on being intentional with those who are here. My friend Mayank is getting married in India on Christmas Eve, so guess who's throwing him a bachelor party? You guessed it...me! How funny is that? But his good friends are all girls and his fiancee isn't in the U.S., so we have to do something to celebrate before the wedding...it should be quite an experience. Don't worry, nothing shady will happen. ;)

I hope to keep reading your blogs from time to time. Love you all!

A little inspiration for today...it's never too late to make your dreams come true:

I just read an article on BBC.com about an old couple in their 80s who just did their first skydive to celebrate 60 yrs of marriage. They said they just woke up one day and said, "we're boring," and decided to do something about it. That's so cool! I hope I do crazy things like that when I'm old.

I am becoming quite talented at that satisfying "slap-crunch-squish" of stepping on dying cockroaches. Yep, they're slowly dying, which makes them much easier to kill than when they were scurrying around in crazy zigzags. Every time I come home, I go through my little routine of checking all over the floor for the ugly dudes. The big ones are really gross--when I step on them, they have all this roach juice inside that kinda goes everywhere. Maybe I could sell that as a delicacy. Any takers? Drew, you've been pretty adventurous lately, maybe you can be the first taste-tester of Robyn's Secret Recipe Roach Juice. Mmmmm. 

I just remembered that I used to have neighbors named the Roaches. They had this wooden sign by their door that said "The Roaches," and I could never really tell if the picture carved on the sign was supposed to be a pineapple or a roach. Kinda scary. But they always gave out Reese's Cups on Halloween, so my sister and I liked them.

You've probably heard the phrase "out of sorts" before...well, that is how I am feeling this week. I've felt so moody, tired, and easily frustrated...and I can't figure out why. I think it's a mixture of various stressors, and the growing cockroach club in my apartment is not making it any better. For those of you who think I am easygoing all the time, you should see me when a roach crosses my path. I am lethal with a shoe or a can of Raid. And I tend to blurt out spontaneous phrases that are not exactly the nicest...but anyway, it's making for some good bonding time with my new roommate, Aarti. I kill the bugs, and she disposes of the remains. What a team.

But this morning, Aarti missed the action. At 4:45 a.m., I woke up and I couldn't fall back asleep because I was thinking about the bugs. So I went through the kitchen and bathroom on a cockroach annhilation mission...I don't even know how many I slaughtered. They're definately not all gone, but I had some satisfaction from showing them who's boss  Today I bought "RAID Deep Roach Fogger" (a fog bomb that's supposed to kill them all). I'm determined to end the cockroach invasion. Creepy crawlies, prepare to meet your doom. Victory will be mine!!

Hello, my furry friends (Peggy, that was for you)--

I'm here in my sauna-like room on Exchange St, the heart of the Akron experience--you know, neighbors who smoke pot, neighbors who throw furniture at 2 a.m., scary men peering through the windows, cars getting hit at night, the list goes on...

And I'm thinking, hmmm, this is my last week here. I'm moving next weekend. So I'm looking around the apartment and imagining it empty. Am I sad? NOT A BIT. It's time to goooo awaaaaay  to a much more climate-sensitive and safe place (hopefully). Then again, who am I kidding? It's Allyn St! I'm sure I'll have many adventures over there too. In fact, I've been told by my future roomie that our bathroom and kitchen have a wonderful little bug population that no one told me about before.

But in preparation for my big half-mile move, I'm going through all my stuff, deciding what to throw away and what to keep. I hate that I have so much STUFF. Do I really need most of it? No. But still, something holds me back from getting rid of it. It's not like I would miss it...but I don't want to waste it, either. Hmmm. So, if anyone is interested in purchasing tons of post-it notes, legal pads, and push-pins, let me know. Office Max is about to face some serious competition with Office Robyn.