A bunch of unrelated things
I woke up at 3 again today, but that wasn't my fault. I went to bed around three last night, hoping I'd be able to make it up around noon. However, my plans were tossed to the wind when I woke up at 6 am. I went to the bathroom, since I wasn't able to ignore it for very long, and fully expected to fall back asleep. Then whatever it is responsible for such things was like "uh, nope, you're not sleepy." So I internetted til around 9 am, which I knew would be bad news, cuz there's no way I would voluntarily allow myself only 6 hours of sleep on a Sunday. So up at 3 it is. Tomorrow we're, as in me and all my AmeriCorps people, are volunteering for MLK Day, so I don't really have to be coherent, so that's nice at least.
Ever since moving to Seattle I've changed my eating habits. Certainly for the better, but don't think that everyday of my fucking life I don't think about pizza, burritos, or junk food, CUZ I TOTALLY FUCKING DO.
One of the things I do is eat a fruit with lunch. And now that I live in Washington, I eat a lot of apples. Apples were certainly never my favorite fruit as a kid, but now I'm on my 3rd week of apples for lunch, cuz they've been cheaper than my favorite pears, bosc. The last two weeks it was these giant, delicious Fuji apples, this week I've got some smaller braeburns. I didn't even know there were such a variety as braeburn before I moved here.
The other thing I do is try to be really conscious of my high fructose corn syrup intake. I'm actually really good at that, since I don't buy much processed or pre-packaged food. I thought I'd take a glance at my pantry today, and noticed some high fructose corn syrup in my croutons of all places. That shit can turn up in anything.
I'm gonna take it down a somber direction now, cuz these are the kinds things that never have a right time to be mentioned. My mom called me Friday to tell me her aunt, Geraldine, died. She was in the hospital when me and my brother were in town, but we never got around to seeing her. Mom did visit her Thursday, and talked to her about us and how we were doing. Apparently she died two hours before her 76th birthday. I didn't know her well, which is probably what I'll be saying anytime one of my plethora of relatives dies for the rest of my life.
From 1000 Awesome Things, number 592- which I totally agree with.
From Cracked, scroll down for #4: "What's something people do every day? Sleep! Death Bed: The Bed That Eats. It's like Hannibal Lecter meets IKEA. Bang, done. Someone pass the cocaine."
The ice-cream parlour with 860 different flavours
Never thought I'd say this, but thank god for male models.
Ever since moving to Seattle I've changed my eating habits. Certainly for the better, but don't think that everyday of my fucking life I don't think about pizza, burritos, or junk food, CUZ I TOTALLY FUCKING DO.
One of the things I do is eat a fruit with lunch. And now that I live in Washington, I eat a lot of apples. Apples were certainly never my favorite fruit as a kid, but now I'm on my 3rd week of apples for lunch, cuz they've been cheaper than my favorite pears, bosc. The last two weeks it was these giant, delicious Fuji apples, this week I've got some smaller braeburns. I didn't even know there were such a variety as braeburn before I moved here.
The other thing I do is try to be really conscious of my high fructose corn syrup intake. I'm actually really good at that, since I don't buy much processed or pre-packaged food. I thought I'd take a glance at my pantry today, and noticed some high fructose corn syrup in my croutons of all places. That shit can turn up in anything.
I'm gonna take it down a somber direction now, cuz these are the kinds things that never have a right time to be mentioned. My mom called me Friday to tell me her aunt, Geraldine, died. She was in the hospital when me and my brother were in town, but we never got around to seeing her. Mom did visit her Thursday, and talked to her about us and how we were doing. Apparently she died two hours before her 76th birthday. I didn't know her well, which is probably what I'll be saying anytime one of my plethora of relatives dies for the rest of my life.
From 1000 Awesome Things, number 592- which I totally agree with.
From Cracked, scroll down for #4: "What's something people do every day? Sleep! Death Bed: The Bed That Eats. It's like Hannibal Lecter meets IKEA. Bang, done. Someone pass the cocaine."
The ice-cream parlour with 860 different flavours
Never thought I'd say this, but thank god for male models.