I really put my tennies in my mouth (but at least I wasn't wearing jeans!)

Exactly one year ago, I was visiting Brandon in Italy. It would be safe to say that I didn't arrive in Italy adequately prepared for the weather. You see, Brandon told me that the weather in Italy in November was equivalent to the weather in Indiana in November.

Well, last year, November was unusually warm (which Brandon obviously did not know). So, after enjoying a fifty-degree-weather-filled-month, I packed sweaters and flats- no Uggs, no moccasins, no heavy coats...

Had I arrived in Italy with this suitcase, I would have been cold.

However, I arrived in Italy without my suitcase, as the airline lost it. So, the one coat I did have was lost for 2/3 of the trip.

With my luggage I was unprepared. Without it, I was freezing.

One afternoon, we were standing in line in Venice, attempting to watch a Venetian glass blowing show. We'd befriended the two Americans in front of us during the long wait. Soon after, I started whining about how freezing my feet were in my flats. Brandon told me I should have worn my tennis shoes. I told him that I hated it when women wear tennies with jeans (running shoes are for running). He kicked me and nodded toward the women in front of us.

Both of them were wearing jeans and runners. They had also clearly heard us. I was beyond embarrassed, and of course made an awkward attempt to revise the statement, explaining that I hate it on me but not really on other people.

I was pretty much out of luck.

Well, today, just one year later, I found myself shopping for a new pair of kicks. They didn't have the right size of the pair that I really wanted, so I decided to try on the second option.

Having bought quite a few pairs of running shoes over the course of my life, I've basically come to terms with the fact that it's not always the cutest pair that are best for your feet. And while I understood this in high school, when I was running track and cross country, I really wanted to disregard this advice today. I mean, sure, I still value my feet, but if they're not the absolute best pair for my feet, it's not like I'm letting a whole team down. Besides, if the shoes are cuter, I will feel better about myself when I'm running, thus enhancing my positive attitude, which would lead to better runs, right?

Regardless, the cute ones were too big. So, I said to my dad and Duke that I liked how the second pair felt, but I didn't like how the toe of the shoe looked. Then, the employee, Bobby (I made his name up) said, "Well, the only time you wear these shoes will be with jeans, and they'll probably cover the toe anyway."

Now, I wanted to say, "Bobby, what kind of girl's jeans come all the way over the toe of her shoes? And, Bobby dear, I am absolutely opposed to jeans and tennis shoes!"

...but I obviously didn't say that. (However, I did feel momentarily concerned for any girlfriend Bobby might be shopping for.) Instead of being rude, I just chose to put my boots back on and show Bobby, through my actions, that I'm not really the jeans and tennies type of girl.

Coincidentally, I bought those boots (the learning tool) one year ago in Italy. You see, I had to, because my feet were cold.

It really all comes full circle.

Duke: so wise at such a young age

When Duke was little, he made us very special Christmas presents every year. He would cut cardboard into animal shapes and give them to us an ornaments. Without a doubt, his best work was the elephant. I'd go so far as to call it his masterpiece.

Well, they say that a true artist is never fully appreciated in his time. And while my family undoubtedly appreciated Duke's presents, possibly even calling them our favorite gifts of the season, his ornaments are not yet being sold at Hallmark.

This year, though, it might be time to get back to Duke's Cardboard Creations (I coined them a name). After receiving an email that listed a number of stores that would be closing, yet still offering gift cards, I became a little disheartened. These stores (such as Circuit City, Sharper Imagine, Wilson's Leather...) will sell gift cards and will not tell shoppers the stores are closing. Therefore, poor unaware consumers will have useless gift cards that the stores will not honor in anyway...

At Christmas, they're doing this? The time of year when we're all supposed to spread love, joy, and merriment, regardless of the situation? They're scamming shoppers?

It just doesn't seem right.

But, a woman from the FTC came to talk in one of my classes today and apparently, doing this is not only legal, but considered to be a good business practice. It's just their way of riding out the recession. They're making a few extra dollars before they really go under. I mean, they're losing all their money, why shouldn't you?

I certainly don't support it, but I guess I can't really tell Circuit City what to do.

So, in order to steer clear of becoming a victim of chapter nine, a few steps can be taken.

1. Give gifts, not gift cards. Besides, it's more thoughtful.
2. Make your gifts. Not only is it thoughtful, but it can create a bonding experience among the makers.
3. Go green. Give money.

No, I can't put my phone away

On Monday, my very docile professor yelled at my class. He yelled so much I almost cried. He yelled until 2.11. My class ended at 2.15. My heart pounded until 2.35

He was so upset because almost everyone in the 20-person class had their phones out. He said that students had changed too much; we were pitiful if we couldn't handle 75 minutes without our phones.

OK. So maybe I'm pitiful.

If I am MIA for 75 minutes, my friends will worry. Often if I don't respond to a text within five minutes, my friends send the text again (or maybe even: "Where are you???"). If I'm MIA for 75 minutes, my emails will become daunting. I'd be seriously overwhelmed once I final reentered civilization.

And I'm not alone. Today, I had a 25 minute break between classes so I went to the Union to outline a paper. Sitting next to me, I overheard two girls talking.

Busy: Oh, I'm so tired. I want to nap.
Busier: Me too, but I don't have time at all.
Busy: I know, this week is crazy.
Busier: Last night, I was talking to my dad at 9 PM as I was scarfing down a sandwich for dinner and he was like, this is a busy week, huh? And I was like, this is my life, Dad.

And while I found Busier to be a little bit annoying and even a little bit more melodramatic, I know what she means.

It's that feeling of- maybe next week I'll be able to eat all three meals one day. Maybe next semester I'll see my friends outside of meetings. Maybe next year I'll have time to shower. (just kidding...kind of.)

We're all so over programmed. We have to join this and run for that because we want that one job. And we'll have to come in earlier and stay later because we'll want the promotion. And...

When does it stop? When do we breathe?

I don't know.

But, I take comfort in knowing I'm not alone.

Courtney, for example, hasn't blogged in over a week (not to call her out, but it makes me feel less guilty).

I can't help but think that maybe it just feels better to be busy, to have a purpose. It's the way of Generation Y.

Want to join this club? Y Not?
Want to start this organization? Y Not?
Want to be the next American President? Y Not?

Why not do everything we're capable of doing (or even not so capable of doing)? Why not just do it all?

So, maybe, just maybe, we are pitiful since we can't put away our planners because we might think of something else to add to our to do list. Maybe we have to eat dinner while walking to a meeting and talking on the phone. Maybe we have to blog in class if we ever want to get it done...

It's possible that what makes us pitiful makes us stronger. Well, as long as it doesn't kill us.