“Yet if women are so flighty, fickle, changeable, susceptible, and inconstant (as some clerks would have us believe), why is it that their suitors have to resort to such trickery to have their way with them? And why don’t women quickly succumb to them, without the need for all this skill and ingenuity in conquering them? For there is no need to go to war for a castle that is already captured. (…)
Therefore, since it is necessary to call on such skill, ingenuity, and effort in order to seduce a woman, whether of high or humble birth, the logical conclusion to draw is that women are by no means as fickle as some men claim, or as easily influenced in their behaviour. And if anyone tells me that books are full of women like these, it is this very reply, frequently given, which causes me to complain. My response is that women did not write these books nor include the material which attacks them and their morals. Those who plead their cause in the absence of an opponent can invent to their heart’s content, can pontificate without taking into account the opposite point of view and keep the best arguments for themselves, for aggressors are always quick to attack those who have no means of defence. But if women had written these books, I know full well the subject would have been handled differently. They know that they stand wrongfully accused, and that the cake has not been divided up equally, for the strongest take the lion’s share, and the one who does the sharing out keeps the biggest portion for himself.”
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My flight attendant looks like Steve and I so desperately want to ask him if he’s an appliance and demand the curtain be open because it’s the 90’s and its part of our civil rights.
My weird Asian coke tastes weird.
Charlie is boring to travel with.
Why doesn’t this plane have Wi-Fi?
Frankenweenie is a weird movie.
I really wish I hadn’t forgotten my headphones.
This airline is sucky compared to the last one we travelled on.
It is nearly impossible to type on a kindle fire without wanting to shoot yourself.
Charles is a big fat know it all.
This plane is freezing.
Charlie is being emo. But it’s kind of entertaining.
Probably one of the stupidest things that exist in life. It’s sadistic, and stupid.
As college students we need to look at why these damned things even exist. A whole week exists in our lives where we are forced to study, stay up all night, stress out, rely on enormous amounts of caffeine, and unfortunately for some, stoop to the level of taking perscription drugs in order to concentrate or get things done.
And what do final exams teach us? Nothing.
They teach us that our grades define who we are. They teach us that we need to cram our heads with temporary information to get a mark that defines who we are for the rest of our lives.
We are not defined by our grades. We are not a number. When our time comes to go to heaven, we are not let in based on whether or not we got an A on our Economics final or not. God isn’t going to say that we’re not “allowed” in heaven because we didn’t do well on a final exam.
So all I have to say is, EFFFF Finals!
I have been having a hard time lately being patient.
And let me tell you, patience is not one of my virtues. I am one of the most impatient people in the world. I will refuse to go in drive-thru at Starbucks if there are more than 3 cars in front of me. I would rather park and go inside as to not wait.
I’m pretty bad.
Right now the biggest obstacle Charles and I are facing is timing.
Charles is 25. His baby clock is ticking.
I am 20. Mine is ticking because of him.
It seems every-time I log onto Facebook or Tumblr, someone is announcing their pregnancy or taking pictures of their child.
And I’m like. -__________-
Emery is unamused.
I realize that everything is in God’s timing, we cannot control anything in this life but I am so tired of always being told to wait.
I want the nice house that people my age have, I want the wedding band on my finger, I want a baby.
I’m tired of this worrying about if Charles is going to deploy. I’m tired of worrying if he’s going to be given new orders and moved and I’m not going to be able to do anything about it.
I’m tired of renting and living in this crappy townhouse that I HATE with an absolute passion. It’s in a crappy area and it’s ugly and we’re paying WAY too much for it.
I’m tired of ALWAYS being broke. We can litterally never catch a break. Which I guess would be much worse with a child, but still. Anytime anything good happens to us, we’re just set 10 steps backwards again. It’s frustrating and heart breaking and I’m so sick of it.
But what can I do? Absolutely nothing.
And that’s the hardest part.
I cannot do anything to change it. I know that I have to wait.
And we all know how good I am at that.
I promise when I’m not absolutely and completly exhausted I will post something about food… but for the mean time here’s a few things I appreciate.. ALOT
Vodka. The good stuff… although the cheap stuff is a good mixer
Coffee. Again the good stuff. None of this American shit. The good hard Italian espressos, macchiatos, and mochas.
Pasta. Literally in any sauce. Alfredo, Marinara, Burgundy Wine… all of it.
Bacon. The good thick kind. The expensive kind that weighs ALOT.
Choice cuts of Steak. Nothing like biting into a perfectly marbled steak.
Cheesecake. The REAL kind.
Chocolate. Preferrably by Lindt, but when crisis arises, any will suffice.
Rally Burgers in Hanford California… not the greatest location but OH My! The burgers, the bacon, the perfect amount of processed cheese and tons of salt. It’s a heart attack in every bite, but delicious in every sense.
In N Out. Enough said. Nothing like good fresh burgers.
Chick Fil A. Best chicken nuggets ever. Criss-Cut fries. Milk shakes that make you gain 10 pounds, but worth every delicious moment.
Macaroni and Cheese. I’m a snob for my gourmet mac and cheese, always looking for new bacon, crackers, cheeses to add, but sometimes nothing beats the stuff from childhood in the blue box. Hey I’m in college, give me a break!
I love country music.
Honestly, I think it is the greatest music ever. It talks about life, love, and evrythign in between.
Granted I’m sure my taste in country music is not considered true country music, since I love the new things, but let me just say… I love my country.
So whether or not you care, here’s my list of top favorites right now…
Cruise- Florida Georgia Line
Why Wait- Rascal Flatts
Honey Bee- Blake Shelton
Hard to Love- Lee Brice
Who are you when I’m not looking- Blake Shelton
Fastest Girl in Town- Miranda Lambert
Better Dig Two- The Band Perry
Beer Money- Kip Moore
Springsteen- Eric Church
I like Girls who Drink Beer- Toby Keith
I have had a rough few days. No, let’s edit that. I have had a few VERY ROUGH days.
My soon to be sister in law has taken it upon herself to get involved in mine and fiance’s business, and has not made life enjoyable for me the past few days. She has done everything from blame me to spending all of Charlies’ money to question my motives in being with him. And let me say, it has taken a HECK of a lot of prayers to keep from yelling at her. So I’ve cried instead. And I’ve prayed. Because she is not worth it. She is of no value to my life.
I struggle daily with worrying about what really is worth it in life. Is it worth it to stress about that paper you know is going to get done? Who cares if you can get it done now or if it takes all night. It will get done. So get some coffee or Coke and breathe.
Read the Bible. That has been the best therapy. Reading the greatest love story ever told. Knowing that I am worth it. I am beautiful and strong and lovely and Jesus died to know me. I am strong and capable.
It doesn’t matter what she thinks of me. I don’t care. I know that I am loved by not only the greatest fiance in the world, but by the King of the Universe. And that is more than good enough for me.
Sometimes it takes a lot to know that you can make peace with yourself, especially in the middle of writing papers and still trying to be a responsible adult. But when life gets rough I know that I have a Savior who will comfort and protect me. He will help me get through it all.
I am attempting to write yet ANOTHER blog. Hopefully this one will not end like my other attempts, because let’s face it, I am running out of email addresses to use.
I am Emery. I am a Junior at Azusa Pacific University. I am studying Sociology and Political Science, but food will always be my first love. After graduation I hope to attend the Culinary Institute of America and further my expertise in all things food.
I am engaged to my love Charles. He is a Corpsman currently serving our country in the U.S Navy. He is wonderful. There are literally no words to describe him. He is my better half, my heart, my everything.
This blog is food, love, and the life of being a college student in a long distance military relationship.
“In love with love.”