Archive for August, 2009

Intercourse

August 20th, 2009 by Manda | 4 Comments | Filed in Travel

Intercourse

I picked up this brochure at a hotel I stayed in while I was busy road-tripping it up. The brochure is an advertisement for the illustrious town of Intercourse, located in the heart of Amish Country in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. As immature as it was, my brother and I spent a good five minutes laughing ourselves silly at the name!

But seriously, not only is the name incredibly suggestive (even though the acquisition of the name “Intercourse” has no actual sexual connotation in this context) but the picture of the happy, affectionate couple on the front cover doesn’t exactly prevent people from jumping to conclusions about what goes on in that town!

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Away for a Week

August 12th, 2009 by Manda | 12 Comments | Filed in Online

Tomorrow I will be leaving to go on a short vacation to visit family. After that, I’ll be moving into my dorm at college, and it won’t be until I am settled in my dorm room will I have steady internet access. I’ll be doing a lot of shuffling back and forth between various cities and in the midst of all these moves and changes, the last thing I want to deal with is blogging regularly so I’m putting this blog on a one-week hiatus starting today.

I should return to blogging on August 20, if everything goes according to plan. I’ll see you all in a week! :)

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A Million Other Girls

August 11th, 2009 by Manda | 5 Comments | Filed in Relationships

My second favorite book is Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen. As much as I love Scarlett, the best friend in the book, it is the story of Halley, the main character, and the trials and tribulations she goes through with her family, falling in love for the first time, and her friendship with Scarlett that resonates with me.

There are many amazing quotes in the book, but this one in particular stands out to me every time I read it:

Everything, each line I’d held close to my heart, had been said a million times to a million other girls under their windows and in their side yards, on back streets and in backseats, in dark rooms at parties, with the door locked tight.

It’s hard to remember that there were a million other girls before you, let alone remembering that there will be a million other girls after you. It’s hard not to wonder why you were different and it’s even harder to wonder why you were the same in the end. But when the truth finally hits you and you realize the true meaning behind every action, every word, and every thought, it’s easy to understand why you have to let things go.

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