what is this feeling?
So, ugh. Running today. Evil, evil running. It hurts, it burns, it attempt to kill me, but it fails. Besides ever-present scratchy pain in my lungs/throat area, there is another bizarre side-effect I've encountered. I feel good. Great, actually. Healthier, more cheery, more awake.
And when I go to eat my body says: "feed me fruit and good things!"
and I say: "poptarts?"
and it says: "no, I want apples!"
and I say: "soda?"
and it says: "no, I want water!"
and I say: "cheez-its?"
and it says: "no, I want whole grains!"
and I say: "HWHAAAAT?".
And then I ate cake.
But before the cake there was powder puff football practice, where we stood out in the cold in tiny shorts and learned nothing. well, that's not fair. technically Nikki and I learned nothing NEW because we played the same positions last year, but the newbies learned quite a bit, I'm sure. And I had fun, because besides wanting health food, my body is also craving exercise. It's like crack, and I, I am a crackhead. For exercise. Not actual crack.
[Do I smoke crack?! Hell no I don't smoke crack; do you know who I am? I'm Whitney Houston! Would Whitney Houston smoke crack? Answer: never! Crack is cheap.] Not a direct quote, but I captured the essence of it. I'm sure the mcnarnia could provide a helpful youtube link in her capacity as King of the Internet.
Anyway, back to things that are not Whitney Houston. Besides running and football and becoming a tree-hugging, granola-loving, free hug-giving hippie (and I mean no offense to these people, I am in fact best friends with one of the best) I also worked on my thesis today. One of my stories, let's call it CS, has recently gone from 8 pages to 25. How did this happen, you ask? I HAVE NO IDEA. It kind of wrote itself, which is nice, but I will be very lost during the revision process I'm sure. Due mainly to this story, my thesis has gone from 38 pages to 57 IN THE LAST WEEK. Holy progress Batman!
So yeah, that's what's going on with me. I'm going to go work on my thesis now. Weird.
p.s. The cake mentioned above was not something I WANTED to eat, it was something I HAD to eat. It was the half-birthday cake of a dear friend, and not accepting a piece would be seen as an insult in his culture. That is to say, white, American culture. I DID want the second piece however. And now my stomach wants me to share in its unhappiness. Boo.
p.p.s. Huh. Post scripts on lj posts. Am I a revolutionary? Probably not.
And when I go to eat my body says: "feed me fruit and good things!"
and I say: "poptarts?"
and it says: "no, I want apples!"
and I say: "soda?"
and it says: "no, I want water!"
and I say: "cheez-its?"
and it says: "no, I want whole grains!"
and I say: "HWHAAAAT?".
And then I ate cake.
But before the cake there was powder puff football practice, where we stood out in the cold in tiny shorts and learned nothing. well, that's not fair. technically Nikki and I learned nothing NEW because we played the same positions last year, but the newbies learned quite a bit, I'm sure. And I had fun, because besides wanting health food, my body is also craving exercise. It's like crack, and I, I am a crackhead. For exercise. Not actual crack.
[Do I smoke crack?! Hell no I don't smoke crack; do you know who I am? I'm Whitney Houston! Would Whitney Houston smoke crack? Answer: never! Crack is cheap.] Not a direct quote, but I captured the essence of it. I'm sure the mcnarnia could provide a helpful youtube link in her capacity as King of the Internet.
Anyway, back to things that are not Whitney Houston. Besides running and football and becoming a tree-hugging, granola-loving, free hug-giving hippie (and I mean no offense to these people, I am in fact best friends with one of the best) I also worked on my thesis today. One of my stories, let's call it CS, has recently gone from 8 pages to 25. How did this happen, you ask? I HAVE NO IDEA. It kind of wrote itself, which is nice, but I will be very lost during the revision process I'm sure. Due mainly to this story, my thesis has gone from 38 pages to 57 IN THE LAST WEEK. Holy progress Batman!
So yeah, that's what's going on with me. I'm going to go work on my thesis now. Weird.
p.s. The cake mentioned above was not something I WANTED to eat, it was something I HAD to eat. It was the half-birthday cake of a dear friend, and not accepting a piece would be seen as an insult in his culture. That is to say, white, American culture. I DID want the second piece however. And now my stomach wants me to share in its unhappiness. Boo.
p.p.s. Huh. Post scripts on lj posts. Am I a revolutionary? Probably not.