it must be finals, i'm updating!
I really need to be writing a 12 page paper on 'the politics of fear' being that it's due tomorrow morning. I really don't think it's going to be that hard to write once I actually buckle down and start writing. Though i've been saying that for the last few days. I've got a really go intro and lots of notes so if I ever stop procrastinating I'm good to go.
Yesterday, I basically sat around for 12 hours accomplishing absolutely nothing. I downloaded music. Read old emails from Drew. Cleared off my desk. Took a nap. Ate some really yummy campbell's soup. Watched Trading Spaces. Wallowed on the phone with Jeff. Downloaded more music. Watched Iron Chef. Went to bed.
This morning I woke up early to go running. I didn't want to go because I knew it would be cold, and I was quite content lying in my warm bed. I checked my email before I left, and Drew had written me, which put a smile on my face, and I didn't really feel the cold.
I only ran about three miles which normally would be fine, but I am running the Turkey Trot 10K on thanksgiving day with my dad and brother, and I haven't ran more than 3 miles at a time since the Marathon so I really need build up my milage a bit before next week. Oh well, such is life. My calves felt very tight while I was running. And so I stopped and streched a bit and had the following conversation with a fellow runner.
Guy: Hey there foxy lady
Me: *rolls eyes* uh, hello.
Guy: So you run?
Me: It appears that way, doesn't it?
Guy: So do you run fast?
Me: Not really, I'm more concerned with distance.
Guy: ah, a marathoner
Me: Yep
Guy: That's hot. I can go the distance too.
Me: Good for you.
(And at this point I should've walked away, but for some reason I kept talking to the guy)
Guy: So baby, i'm single,
Me: Again, good for you.
Guy: So how about we go mingle?
Me: *bursts out laugh* If you are going to try to pick someone up, I suggest you not use a line that rhymes.
Guy: Alright, I'll try another.
Me: Save your breathe, buddy.
(And at this point, I walked away and began running)
So entertaining. The conversations you can have on the lakefront. I feel nastalgic for my pace group. I don't like running alone. I do enjoy having the time to think about things, but I already over-analyze things more than I should.
When I returned home, Drew was online, which was nice because we hadn't talked in awhile. We had a really nice conversation. very reassuring. There's something between us, what exactly i'm not sure, but something's there. I suppose we'll figure that out when he visits next month.
AHH! I feel like all I do is talk about him. God knows that pretty much all I seem to think about. I really need to get control of myself and just calm the fuck down. There is nothing I can do until he at least gets home from Germany, even then he's still in another region the country. I guess time will tell.
So my birthday is Wednesday Whoop-de-do. Not really excited, turning 20 is kinda pointless. Nothing eventful will be going on being that I have a project due Wednesday night and two exams on thursday. Happy fucking birthday to me. And when that's all over I have one final paper due Tuesday and then it's home for a week.
I'm actually looking foward to going home. Bham with Jeff. Black Friday shopping with Amanda. Perhaps a trip to our friendly neighbor to the North.
I'm staying in Chicago over winter break. I plan on working, knitting myself a cashmere scarf, reading good books, and catching up on the movies I want to see. sounds heavenly. I can't wait.
but break won't be so enjoyable if I don't pass my classes, so I better get to work and write this fucking paper.
blah.
I realize this was a pointless, poorly written entry, but it was merely an effort to procrastinate. thanks to those who actually wasted time and read it.
Yesterday, I basically sat around for 12 hours accomplishing absolutely nothing. I downloaded music. Read old emails from Drew. Cleared off my desk. Took a nap. Ate some really yummy campbell's soup. Watched Trading Spaces. Wallowed on the phone with Jeff. Downloaded more music. Watched Iron Chef. Went to bed.
This morning I woke up early to go running. I didn't want to go because I knew it would be cold, and I was quite content lying in my warm bed. I checked my email before I left, and Drew had written me, which put a smile on my face, and I didn't really feel the cold.
I only ran about three miles which normally would be fine, but I am running the Turkey Trot 10K on thanksgiving day with my dad and brother, and I haven't ran more than 3 miles at a time since the Marathon so I really need build up my milage a bit before next week. Oh well, such is life. My calves felt very tight while I was running. And so I stopped and streched a bit and had the following conversation with a fellow runner.
Guy: Hey there foxy lady
Me: *rolls eyes* uh, hello.
Guy: So you run?
Me: It appears that way, doesn't it?
Guy: So do you run fast?
Me: Not really, I'm more concerned with distance.
Guy: ah, a marathoner
Me: Yep
Guy: That's hot. I can go the distance too.
Me: Good for you.
(And at this point I should've walked away, but for some reason I kept talking to the guy)
Guy: So baby, i'm single,
Me: Again, good for you.
Guy: So how about we go mingle?
Me: *bursts out laugh* If you are going to try to pick someone up, I suggest you not use a line that rhymes.
Guy: Alright, I'll try another.
Me: Save your breathe, buddy.
(And at this point, I walked away and began running)
So entertaining. The conversations you can have on the lakefront. I feel nastalgic for my pace group. I don't like running alone. I do enjoy having the time to think about things, but I already over-analyze things more than I should.
When I returned home, Drew was online, which was nice because we hadn't talked in awhile. We had a really nice conversation. very reassuring. There's something between us, what exactly i'm not sure, but something's there. I suppose we'll figure that out when he visits next month.
AHH! I feel like all I do is talk about him. God knows that pretty much all I seem to think about. I really need to get control of myself and just calm the fuck down. There is nothing I can do until he at least gets home from Germany, even then he's still in another region the country. I guess time will tell.
So my birthday is Wednesday Whoop-de-do. Not really excited, turning 20 is kinda pointless. Nothing eventful will be going on being that I have a project due Wednesday night and two exams on thursday. Happy fucking birthday to me. And when that's all over I have one final paper due Tuesday and then it's home for a week.
I'm actually looking foward to going home. Bham with Jeff. Black Friday shopping with Amanda. Perhaps a trip to our friendly neighbor to the North.
I'm staying in Chicago over winter break. I plan on working, knitting myself a cashmere scarf, reading good books, and catching up on the movies I want to see. sounds heavenly. I can't wait.
but break won't be so enjoyable if I don't pass my classes, so I better get to work and write this fucking paper.
blah.
I realize this was a pointless, poorly written entry, but it was merely an effort to procrastinate. thanks to those who actually wasted time and read it.