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It’s funny, the things we grow attached to over the years.

I’ve had this silly, cheap, plastic spatula for as long as I can remember.  I know every detail of it, better than I know the back of my own hand.  There is something comforting in its blackened edges, its discolored, cracked slats, and its smooth handle, worn down from a decade of cheese omelets, apple cinnamon pancakes, and chocolate chip cookies.  It’s not that I haven’t tried new spatulas.  One of the ones I tried was too awkward and unwieldy; it wasn’t what I was looking for.  Another was identical to my original spatula, except it just didn’t feel right when I held it.  I don’t know why I can’t seem to let go of it; I just love my old spatula.

FIRST FULL DAY AS A 20 YEAR OLD, and holy cow, it is still COMPLETELY the same as 19. Maybe it takes a while to kick in? Or maybe it never does. I don?t know. Whatever.

I really like Thursdays. First of all, they?re right after hump day and right before Friday. Seriously, does it get any better? Second, I only have on class at 10:30 on Thursdays (Challenge of Peace!), and then I get to spend the rest of my day doing work in the Chocolate Bar (which for all of you who don?t know is just a fabulous little caf? here on campus). I went out to dinner for my friend Courtney?s birthday to Papa Razzi. It was pretty fabulous, despite the fire alarm going off and the fact that our waitress was impressed that I [apparently] ate half a chicken. Oops?

So in class today, we were talking about how the people you choose to hang out with shape who the kind of person you become. I guess I innately knew this, but today I realized how true it actually is. I am so lucky to have the friends that I do. They?re so kind, caring, and passionate about life, and I can learn something from each and every one of them. Just talking with them and spending time with them makes me a better person, and I want them to know how grateful I am for their presence in my life.

We also talked about the cynicism our generation has regarding relationships. Back when our parents were young, it was expected that people would marry relatively young, have children, and stay together for the rest of their lives. Looking at the marriage and divorce statistics in the U.S. today is enough to prove that this is no longer the case: the divorce rate in America for first marriage is 41%. That?s almost 1 in 2 failed marriages. What hope does that leave us? The hook up culture that is so prevalent on college campuses reinforces this hopelessness; even though most people express the desire to settle down with one person, so few people are ballsy enough to get involved in a relationship that involves the tiniest shred of commitment. Even if we do find someone we think we can spend the rest of our lives with, there seems to exist an ?until-I-get-a-better-deal? kind of love. It?s kind of depressing because I don?t know if this trend can be changed or reversed any time soon. Thoughts?

Interesting thought of the day: why do people think taxis are so much safer than regular cars? I mean, think about it. When people get into a taxi, they usually don?t think twice about not buckling their seat belts. When they get into a car, however, it?s practically instinctual to buckle up. When I think about it (it has been bothering me since I got back from dinner a couple hours ago), I would venture to guess that taxis are actually more dangerous than being in cars with friends and families. Cab drivers spend so much time on the road, and are more inclined to be careless or lazy as a result.

TRUE STORY: tonight we took a cab back from dinner. We were moseying on down Comm. Ave, and our driver decides it?s a good idea to speed up to 50 m.p.h, cross the double yellow lines, and fly by the two speed-limit-following SLASH law-abiding citizens. As I was scrambling for my seat belt (which clearly was not on), I realized that the taxi/seat-belt issue needed to be addressed.

So, I?ll leave you with that important bit of advice: buckle up in cabs, or else you WILL die.