Happy December!
Another month has gone by and I only posted once. I'm working on it, I'm working on it. November proved to be a little more relaxing than I thought. I really did not do much on the weekends. I've finally come out of this depression (I hope) that has been plaguing me almost all semester. I'm still down on myself for not losing all the weight I've wanted to-- but when I don't put in the effort I can't really be all too surprised. Sigh, tomorrow is another day. Depression is such a vicious cycle. I've struggled with it for years-- in and out of therapy, on and off drugs. I feel like crap so I don't want to do anything, especially nothing that will require effort like exercising or making myself a proper meal. Even though I know once I do that 15, 20, 30, or even 60 minutes on the elliptical I will feel like Super Man. It's the inability to even bring the horse to water. So last week I actually went to the fitness center at work and worked it... not for very long because it was the end of the day and I didn't have any headphones (talk about boring). However, I did feel better. I always feel thinner after working out... is that weird? I also went there again on Monday and did about 25 minutes on the elliptical-- yay for headphones! Then I had to hustle to my WW meeting where of course I gained because of Thanksgiving and all those leftovers.
Speaking of Thanksgiving. It's not my favorite holiday-- probably one of my least favorites... always has been I think because it's centered around turkey which I find dry and not very tasty. Anywho, we decided to stay home this year (we being my father, brother and myself). My brother didn't want to go anywhere because he works retail so the next day would be hell for him; my dad wanted us all to be together so home we stayed. Now, there has always been an issue with clutter in my household, however, my mother to no end kept it at bay as best as she could. Since she died things just went crazy and a volcano sort of erupted. When my brother moved home 3 years ago after an inevitable breakdown he resumed my mother's position in that he strove to clean everything all the time and would be an absolute nut and in a panic if anything was out of place-- and had no qualms letting us know. It was insane. After a few months we broke him. He no longer really cares (outwardly anyway). It took me some time to really get a grip on myself and realize that we couldn't live in the mess. Now, I must say we are not bad as many of the homes you see on Clean House, there are perfectly good floors that can be walked on without hopping or tripping; the problem is that any surface gets stuff thrown on it. Don't get me wrong-- I'm as guilty as my father is in this. So I got it together and decided we needed a change. Well, it turns out I was the only one who felt this way. When it's not technically your house to decide major renovations, it makes it hard to get anything to happen. Also, when you get no support-- it sucks. Oh, I see why my mother was always frustrated with us... and then my brother. Oops, sorry. Occasionally I've been able to kick my dad's butt in gear, but it only ever lasts a week or two and then the house goes back to bananas.
So I went through this whole long thing to say this: if Thanksgiving was going to happen at our house, and people other than the three residents were going to come, shit was gonna look presentable. After cleaning, cussing, screaming, crying, and sheer guilting-- my dad was on board with a little less animosity. Within a few days our 3 person turkey day went to a multiple person feast. I was not going to be embarrassed and making excuses to our guests, I refused. So we got to work and the place looked damn nice! Actually, it still looks pretty good a week later-- shocking! After all was said and done, I made a damn good dinner (my first Thanksgiving meal) and entertained in my pretty albeit rough around the edges home. Our guests (and I use that term loosely... more like family) had a great time and I'm so thankful for all who came to share our originally planned depressing meal with us. We ate tur-duc-hen... yes the chicken inside of duck inside of turkey thing and it was AMAZABALLS. So the official count was 9: my dad, brother, myself, friend Jessica and her mom, my dad's two siblings, and two of my brother's friends. It was so fun and yummy I'd think about doing it again next year.
By the way, I need to mention this playlist I'm currently grooving to. It's Dirty Dancing meets Mamma Mia! meets Top 40 and it's nothing short of a good time.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monthly Update! Hahahaha
Originally written on 10/13... oops...
Yes I know, it's been way too long, but I've been busy. School is kicking my @$$!! Strat (no longer strappy, that's just weird) requires most of my brain power. Meanwhile, I've been slacking on FAC because not much is required of me. I'm pretty sure I blew the test I had in it last week which means I need to bust ass on the rest of them... which is only 3. I can't let this be a repeat of undergrad where I'm awesome at all the classes I take except for the ones in my major. PS I'm probably the worst religion major ever, but it still fascinates me. I'm getting somewhat better at managing my time, but not really.
Ok, so now I write, the date is 11/12... almost a month since I last attempted to post. October was busy! I missed Halloween because I had bronchitis, no biggie, I didn't pull my "French" costume completely together so I guess I sort of lucked out in that regard. That test I was talking about I did "bomb" so to speak... a 71% in my book is bombing... it's probably the worst grade I've received so far in grad school. I know I started this blog to try and help myself and others with the stresses of grad school and working and being social, but I obviously fail in the self help category haha. So here goes again. This past week marked the end of crazy assignments being due every week in Strat. Although, I still have one assignment I need to tackle and turn in and one I need to send to him because it somehow got sucked in a vortex that is my instructor's house, car, bag... life? I actually had another test in my FAC class this past week... I studied a lot more for that one than I did for the first one-- so I'm hoping for more positive results. Last weekend was like the twilight zone for me. I actually had a perfect balance of school and social life... now if only I could have thrown some laundry in there would it have been truly perfect lol.
This weekend is scheduled to be INTENSE. Jessica's birthday is today so we're going out tonight and tomorrow night to celebrate... I know what you're thinking... two days? But it's usually a week long celebration so I figure we've gotten off easy this year ;) (love you whoadie). Tomorrow during the day will be spent running around DC for a scavenger hunt that I put together for a friend of the family who is like my little brother. He turns 18 on the 16th and this is what he wanted to do for his bday. Sunday, I'm thinking rest. Lots of it. Oh, and probably homework. I have this group project thing that we've yet to solidify. It's only worth 100 points... no biggie...
I skipped my WW meeting this week because I've been working at home and in the office due to renovations. Oh, and because I've fallen off the horse and my previous three weigh-ins have been gains... not a lot, but still. It's discouraging. I also have not been working out like I should be-- but I'm making my way out of a month and a half long depression, so hopefully I'll be able to start anew (once again). I know working out makes you feel better, but if you're not feeling well it's hard to get there. I have a couple of goals though-- I don't want to be the Michelin Man at yet another graduation, and I'm going to Kosovo next year to visit a friend of mine and if they are all anything like her... then it is a stick thin nation. I don't need to stick out more than I already will for being American. Plus, I haven't seen her in years so it'd be nice to look different and not just with a haircut or something.
Oh also, the guy I liked for a very long time, has steadily proven to me over the past few months that he is batshit crazy, so I guess I'm glad I sort of dodged that bullet.
Yes I know, it's been way too long, but I've been busy. School is kicking my @$$!! Strat (no longer strappy, that's just weird) requires most of my brain power. Meanwhile, I've been slacking on FAC because not much is required of me. I'm pretty sure I blew the test I had in it last week which means I need to bust ass on the rest of them... which is only 3. I can't let this be a repeat of undergrad where I'm awesome at all the classes I take except for the ones in my major. PS I'm probably the worst religion major ever, but it still fascinates me. I'm getting somewhat better at managing my time, but not really.
Ok, so now I write, the date is 11/12... almost a month since I last attempted to post. October was busy! I missed Halloween because I had bronchitis, no biggie, I didn't pull my "French" costume completely together so I guess I sort of lucked out in that regard. That test I was talking about I did "bomb" so to speak... a 71% in my book is bombing... it's probably the worst grade I've received so far in grad school. I know I started this blog to try and help myself and others with the stresses of grad school and working and being social, but I obviously fail in the self help category haha. So here goes again. This past week marked the end of crazy assignments being due every week in Strat. Although, I still have one assignment I need to tackle and turn in and one I need to send to him because it somehow got sucked in a vortex that is my instructor's house, car, bag... life? I actually had another test in my FAC class this past week... I studied a lot more for that one than I did for the first one-- so I'm hoping for more positive results. Last weekend was like the twilight zone for me. I actually had a perfect balance of school and social life... now if only I could have thrown some laundry in there would it have been truly perfect lol.
This weekend is scheduled to be INTENSE. Jessica's birthday is today so we're going out tonight and tomorrow night to celebrate... I know what you're thinking... two days? But it's usually a week long celebration so I figure we've gotten off easy this year ;) (love you whoadie). Tomorrow during the day will be spent running around DC for a scavenger hunt that I put together for a friend of the family who is like my little brother. He turns 18 on the 16th and this is what he wanted to do for his bday. Sunday, I'm thinking rest. Lots of it. Oh, and probably homework. I have this group project thing that we've yet to solidify. It's only worth 100 points... no biggie...
I skipped my WW meeting this week because I've been working at home and in the office due to renovations. Oh, and because I've fallen off the horse and my previous three weigh-ins have been gains... not a lot, but still. It's discouraging. I also have not been working out like I should be-- but I'm making my way out of a month and a half long depression, so hopefully I'll be able to start anew (once again). I know working out makes you feel better, but if you're not feeling well it's hard to get there. I have a couple of goals though-- I don't want to be the Michelin Man at yet another graduation, and I'm going to Kosovo next year to visit a friend of mine and if they are all anything like her... then it is a stick thin nation. I don't need to stick out more than I already will for being American. Plus, I haven't seen her in years so it'd be nice to look different and not just with a haircut or something.
Oh also, the guy I liked for a very long time, has steadily proven to me over the past few months that he is batshit crazy, so I guess I'm glad I sort of dodged that bullet.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Hangovers, Homework, and Homecoming
Happy October to all you Libras and Scorpios out there!
So about that homework I did in an hour last Wednesday...
I guess first I should explained how I met friends at the usual spot last Tuesday night and proceeded to get completely shitcanned. Crown and Coke is not my friend, at least not 3 or 4 of them. I watched the bartender pour the final one and I remember saying "Oh Jesus" because he damn near filled my glass with Crown before adding a little Coke for color. After I was verbally ridiculous, I ended up ripping some things down off the wall and whatever was strung around the bar. So we left there and instead of going home we all go to ANOTHER bar. As I'm walking in I'm not feeling right, so I grab the van that is sitting in front of the place and hurl my guts out all over the street. Then, gracefully, I walk into the bar, drink a beer, say more ridiculous things about having a threesome or something. We close that bar down and I am whisked away to my house. Shannon accompanies me inside-- gets me a cup of water, and an empty cup-- and leaves. I proceed up to my room, lay down and immediately regret any conscious decision I made that night involving alcohol because now my entire world was spinning and I could feel whatever was left after the episode on the street was about to make an appearance for the first time. I grab the empty cup (a sort of trademark of mine) and wretch demons into it. Then I run to the bathroom and wrap my arms around the toilet-- it is the greatest embrace ever. All I really want to do is go to sleep in my bed so I get up and I manage to fall asleep despite the less aggressive spins I have.
When I finally wake up Wednesday morning, I first panic because I am supposed to pick my friend up and take her to work, then I realize how insanely hungover I am because my survival instincts have now kicked in and tell me to get the F back in bed and sleep off the drunk. But I can't, I must take Jessica to work. And since I'll be out, I might as well go to work too... especially since I have homework due for my class that night. Alright, cool. So I pick Jessica up... traffic sucks ass as usual. Sucks even more getting to my job. I am about a minute-minute and a half away from parking and I can't hold it in anymore... I throw up all over myself. I finally park, open the door and throw up some more. Luckily, I was wearing a hoodie so I peeled that off, balled it up and went into work. After attempting to eat greasy breakfast I threw up again, decide it's for the birds, go home and sleep for a good few hours. When I woke up I called Shan and had her bring me McD's. I still was trying to do my homework for the evening. After Shan left, I was busy working on my stuff when she called and said her car broke down at the bottom of the hill. So I go and attempt to jump it for 20 minutes. I have to leave her, but her dad was on the way so no biggie. At this point I have one hour to get everything done. Somehow by the grace of God I do it and get to class with time to spare.
Now what did I get on this homework? PERFECT FREAKIN SCORES. What did I get on the previous one and the one after... NOT PERFECT FREAKIN SCORES. Somebody explain this to me? Do I need to have the worst hangover of my life every week? I seriously hope not, that why I'm going to chock it up to birthday week magic.
This weekend is CUA's homecoming. Of course this year I plan to not go and all these ladies are coming in for it. So I will go out with them tonight, but I really must be on my best behavior the rest of this weekend because I have a big test on Monday... F! Maybe I should take off. Eh, cross that bridge when I get to it. School is going to once again kick my ass this semester. I need to learn how to study effectively. Though, if I haven't learned by now, I think it's kind of a lost cause. Hahaha. Are you all doing anything fun this weekend?
So about that homework I did in an hour last Wednesday...
I guess first I should explained how I met friends at the usual spot last Tuesday night and proceeded to get completely shitcanned. Crown and Coke is not my friend, at least not 3 or 4 of them. I watched the bartender pour the final one and I remember saying "Oh Jesus" because he damn near filled my glass with Crown before adding a little Coke for color. After I was verbally ridiculous, I ended up ripping some things down off the wall and whatever was strung around the bar. So we left there and instead of going home we all go to ANOTHER bar. As I'm walking in I'm not feeling right, so I grab the van that is sitting in front of the place and hurl my guts out all over the street. Then, gracefully, I walk into the bar, drink a beer, say more ridiculous things about having a threesome or something. We close that bar down and I am whisked away to my house. Shannon accompanies me inside-- gets me a cup of water, and an empty cup-- and leaves. I proceed up to my room, lay down and immediately regret any conscious decision I made that night involving alcohol because now my entire world was spinning and I could feel whatever was left after the episode on the street was about to make an appearance for the first time. I grab the empty cup (a sort of trademark of mine) and wretch demons into it. Then I run to the bathroom and wrap my arms around the toilet-- it is the greatest embrace ever. All I really want to do is go to sleep in my bed so I get up and I manage to fall asleep despite the less aggressive spins I have.
When I finally wake up Wednesday morning, I first panic because I am supposed to pick my friend up and take her to work, then I realize how insanely hungover I am because my survival instincts have now kicked in and tell me to get the F back in bed and sleep off the drunk. But I can't, I must take Jessica to work. And since I'll be out, I might as well go to work too... especially since I have homework due for my class that night. Alright, cool. So I pick Jessica up... traffic sucks ass as usual. Sucks even more getting to my job. I am about a minute-minute and a half away from parking and I can't hold it in anymore... I throw up all over myself. I finally park, open the door and throw up some more. Luckily, I was wearing a hoodie so I peeled that off, balled it up and went into work. After attempting to eat greasy breakfast I threw up again, decide it's for the birds, go home and sleep for a good few hours. When I woke up I called Shan and had her bring me McD's. I still was trying to do my homework for the evening. After Shan left, I was busy working on my stuff when she called and said her car broke down at the bottom of the hill. So I go and attempt to jump it for 20 minutes. I have to leave her, but her dad was on the way so no biggie. At this point I have one hour to get everything done. Somehow by the grace of God I do it and get to class with time to spare.
Now what did I get on this homework? PERFECT FREAKIN SCORES. What did I get on the previous one and the one after... NOT PERFECT FREAKIN SCORES. Somebody explain this to me? Do I need to have the worst hangover of my life every week? I seriously hope not, that why I'm going to chock it up to birthday week magic.
This weekend is CUA's homecoming. Of course this year I plan to not go and all these ladies are coming in for it. So I will go out with them tonight, but I really must be on my best behavior the rest of this weekend because I have a big test on Monday... F! Maybe I should take off. Eh, cross that bridge when I get to it. School is going to once again kick my ass this semester. I need to learn how to study effectively. Though, if I haven't learned by now, I think it's kind of a lost cause. Hahaha. Are you all doing anything fun this weekend?
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sweet September
Last Friday I turned 25! I had a good time all last week, really. Tuesday night I met up at the Corner Pub with the usual suspects and somehow got hammered. I had the worst hangover on Wednesday that I have had in at least a couple of years. Sorry I have to make this quick otherwise I would go into more detail.
Thursday I took off of work, so did Jessica, and we made our way downtown to chase food truck, in particular the Lobster Truck. I feel like I grew up in Maine a little bit, I spent entire summers in South Portland when I was a kid... that to me is when kids really grow up, over summers. Anyway, I digress, we got a lobster roll, a shrimp roll, and a whoopi pie... AMAZABALLS! My fav was the lobster, hers was the shrimp-- which really worked out quite well. We noticed (via Twitter) there was another food truck in our vicinity so we went to find it, but found a different one instead. It was something to do with sauces? I ended up getting some Indian type dish that was in a pita or naan... yeah I'm really bad at this. Bottom line? It was delicious and I was so stuffed I could only eat a few bites. Jessica got the fish taco (hehe) and it was spicy as hell, but still pretty good. Like me, she could not even think about finishing that joker... so we had good dinners!
Friday was my normal day off from work... how perfect for it to fall on my birthday? What did I do? Well I was taken out for breakfast in the morning. Then I just went home and watched True Blood season 1 and did laundry and cleaned up a little before my girls came over later that night. It was a great day. Then some of my girls came and brought me alcohol and we ate pizza rolls and party pizza! We also watched Notting Hill (my fav movie) and part of Ever After (I think I maybe saw it once 10+ years ago).
Saturday was my big mamma jamma party where most all of my friends came (a good number did not show up... punks) but it was fun. I got a keg and had good food and everyone was happy and drunk which is all I can ask for.
So Sunday, after getting in around 7 in the morning, I just kind of chilled out.
Quarter of a century... how does it feel? Honestly, I'm counting my blessings that I'm still in my twenties and alive... that's kind of a big deal. Fat Camp? Back to basic training for me... was too hungover to go to the weigh-in last week... oops.
Thursday I took off of work, so did Jessica, and we made our way downtown to chase food truck, in particular the Lobster Truck. I feel like I grew up in Maine a little bit, I spent entire summers in South Portland when I was a kid... that to me is when kids really grow up, over summers. Anyway, I digress, we got a lobster roll, a shrimp roll, and a whoopi pie... AMAZABALLS! My fav was the lobster, hers was the shrimp-- which really worked out quite well. We noticed (via Twitter) there was another food truck in our vicinity so we went to find it, but found a different one instead. It was something to do with sauces? I ended up getting some Indian type dish that was in a pita or naan... yeah I'm really bad at this. Bottom line? It was delicious and I was so stuffed I could only eat a few bites. Jessica got the fish taco (hehe) and it was spicy as hell, but still pretty good. Like me, she could not even think about finishing that joker... so we had good dinners!
Friday was my normal day off from work... how perfect for it to fall on my birthday? What did I do? Well I was taken out for breakfast in the morning. Then I just went home and watched True Blood season 1 and did laundry and cleaned up a little before my girls came over later that night. It was a great day. Then some of my girls came and brought me alcohol and we ate pizza rolls and party pizza! We also watched Notting Hill (my fav movie) and part of Ever After (I think I maybe saw it once 10+ years ago).
Saturday was my big mamma jamma party where most all of my friends came (a good number did not show up... punks) but it was fun. I got a keg and had good food and everyone was happy and drunk which is all I can ask for.
So Sunday, after getting in around 7 in the morning, I just kind of chilled out.
Quarter of a century... how does it feel? Honestly, I'm counting my blessings that I'm still in my twenties and alive... that's kind of a big deal. Fat Camp? Back to basic training for me... was too hungover to go to the weigh-in last week... oops.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Go Team!
This past weekend was an extremely sports-filled weekend. Saturday the Orioles were taking on the Yankees at Camden Yards. I hate the Yankees with a fiery burning passion so I was definitely game to go. My friend Mary who is a huge Yankees fan came too, along with Catherine, Danielle, and Shannon (O's fans by default, not huge baseball fans). I was hopeful because even though my O's are doing horribly this season, and the Yankees are number 1 in the AL East-- we beat them 2 out of 3 in NY a week or two ago. Well, we got the pants beat off of us. 11-3... very upsetting. The most upsetting part was that in some of the plays it looked as if the O's weren't trying at all, but who am I? Not a professional baseball player, so who knows.
Sunday, Shannon had an extra ticket to the Redskins/Texans game... HAIL! That game was super exciting! All the way until the fourth quarter we were happy and screaming and all that fun stuff. Then it was tied and the game ended/went into OT. Then we got robbed... multiple times. Then we lost. WTF?!? On a lighter note, my Orioles beat the Yankees that day haha. Trust, I was conflicted with feelings haha.
Here are some pics from the game:
Sunday, Shannon had an extra ticket to the Redskins/Texans game... HAIL! That game was super exciting! All the way until the fourth quarter we were happy and screaming and all that fun stuff. Then it was tied and the game ended/went into OT. Then we got robbed... multiple times. Then we lost. WTF?!? On a lighter note, my Orioles beat the Yankees that day haha. Trust, I was conflicted with feelings haha.
Here are some pics from the game:
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| Danny and Melissa |
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| FedEx Field and the Redskins marching band. |
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| Me, Shan, Sean. |
Friday, September 17, 2010
I Blame 2005 and Glioblastoma Multiforme
Started this on 9/15
As I'm attempting to type up an educated response to this BlackBoard question/posting thing, I can't help but curse my mother's brain for the strain mine goes through whenever trying to relay information intelligently on paper.
In August 2005, just before my junior year at CUA started, my mother was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme stage 4... translation... brain cancer that would give her 9 months to a year of life. She died after 8 months and I've never been the same since. I pressed on with undergrad getting long term extensions in all of my spring semester classes that year. I even managed to graduate on time senior year.
Continuing on...
Since I was pretty much in just-get-it-done-so-i-can-get-out-of-here-in-2007 mode, my writing and analytical skills went down the tubes. I used to be an excellent writer. Writing would save my ass all through school. Generally, I would bomb tests, but ace papers no contest. Now I can't help but feel like I've lost it completely. I am definitely able to bang out papers faster (to some degree) than I did in high school and the first part of undergrad, but the quality just does not seem to be there. The flip side of this is that I have a 3.95... in grad school... and I'm bitching that my writing sucks. I must be doing something right, but there's that gut feeling like I could be doing better (not necessarily grade-wise, but perhaps pride-wise).
As much as I love school sometimes I can't help but think that I'm not smart enough to be in it.
As I'm attempting to type up an educated response to this BlackBoard question/posting thing, I can't help but curse my mother's brain for the strain mine goes through whenever trying to relay information intelligently on paper.
In August 2005, just before my junior year at CUA started, my mother was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme stage 4... translation... brain cancer that would give her 9 months to a year of life. She died after 8 months and I've never been the same since. I pressed on with undergrad getting long term extensions in all of my spring semester classes that year. I even managed to graduate on time senior year.
Continuing on...
Since I was pretty much in just-get-it-done-so-i-can-get-out-of-here-in-2007 mode, my writing and analytical skills went down the tubes. I used to be an excellent writer. Writing would save my ass all through school. Generally, I would bomb tests, but ace papers no contest. Now I can't help but feel like I've lost it completely. I am definitely able to bang out papers faster (to some degree) than I did in high school and the first part of undergrad, but the quality just does not seem to be there. The flip side of this is that I have a 3.95... in grad school... and I'm bitching that my writing sucks. I must be doing something right, but there's that gut feeling like I could be doing better (not necessarily grade-wise, but perhaps pride-wise).
As much as I love school sometimes I can't help but think that I'm not smart enough to be in it.
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Weekend and Mediocrity
I had big plans for myself this weekend to get all of my schoolwork done on Saturday so I could relax the rest of the weekend on so many fronts. Friday was my day off so I figured the majority of my goofing around/relaxing would happen then. For the most part this held true- I got a massage from Heather, ate lunch with her and Kris, then went to a couple bars that night, oh and I took a nap (so awesome). Saturday was reserved for STRAPI reading/discussion boards/case study/whatever the hell else it is I have to do for that class. I slept in which was fine, but then I ended up going grocery shopping with my dad for pretty much the rest of the afternoon. I read my chapter for about an hour before going and eating crabs (which were/are delicious and I want more now). I tried to tell myself it was okay if I didn't get everything done because Sunday was still around the corner and all I was planning on doing was laundry that NEEDED to be tackled... like whoa-- after going and cheering on Lauren as she crossed the finish line of her 27th half marathon. However, the cousins called after chapter reading, before crabs and requested mine and my father's presence at their house the following afternoon/evening for dinner and cake for the 19 yr. old's birthday. Neither my father, nor myself had the balls to turn them down despite all the crap we had to do to get ready for the coming week (my laundry pile is going to eat me in my sleep). We always have a good time with them so it's not a bad thing, I'm just being whiny about it. Sunday rolled around, I woke up and wandered around Bethesda looking for the finish line of the Parks half because I was trying to look at the interactive course map on my phone which was not really working out so well. Whatever, I found it and waited... and waited... and waited because Lauren had told me she'd prob finish like 2:10 or something well, it was getting to be 2:30 so i called her and it rang... and rang... and rang and then it picks up and I hear ::heavy breathing:: "still running!" and i'm like... oh shit... kbye! Turns out she was a little pukey throughout the race so she took her time, you can read about it some here. After that we went to Silver Diner and I got a belgian waffle with eggs and bacon... yumtastic. By the time I got home and showered (like I was the one running haha, I just rolled outta bed and into my car that morning) it was time to go to the cousins. Ate way more than I should have there... came home... watched the Redskins scalp the Cowboys and went to bed.
Now I am trying to figure out why I can never do anything and stick to it full force. Procrastinating already this semester, do I never learn? Also, I'm failing at fat camp to the point where I'm starting not to care anymore. BUT-- NSYNC's Girlfriend is playing... the version with Nelly... I'm kinda happy at the moment. Le sigh, how I miss pop music.
Now I am trying to figure out why I can never do anything and stick to it full force. Procrastinating already this semester, do I never learn? Also, I'm failing at fat camp to the point where I'm starting not to care anymore. BUT-- NSYNC's Girlfriend is playing... the version with Nelly... I'm kinda happy at the moment. Le sigh, how I miss pop music.
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