Larkin died a little bit ago. My mom warned me this morning, she was taking Larkin to the vet and she was not doing well. A second call warned me that there was something on her spleen, and they would be operating. A third call from Amanda was the news... she died on the operating table ( Read more... )

an hour and a half, multiple facebook searches, the pulling out of every single piece of paper I've saved from Venezuela to find a last name written SOMEWHERE, and five poorly written spanish messages, and I have now friended two (2) of my host siblings and three (3) of my very best friends from school in venezuela.  Why I suddenly got the urge, I ( Read more... )

This is from Frank Warren's (Post Secret founder) commencement address at St Mary's College.  He asked students to write down one sentence commencement addresses, what they and their classmates need to hear.  One person wrote:

. . . I might be over the all-nighters in Baltimore Hall, the shower shoes, the no-soap-or-paper-towels-in-the-dispenser, ( Read more... )

1.  I came into consciousness this morning and knew something was wrong.  I don't make a point to do a body scan when I wake up, but this morning, I was suddenly very aware that my stomach was... off... and I knew immediately that I would most likely NOT be running 12 miles today.  But I got up, ate some oatmeal, tried to relax a little.  Here it ( Read more... )

omg omg omg omg omg omg omg

I am 34 pages into "A Race Like No Other: 26.2 Miles Through the Streets of New York."  I finally stopped procrastinating and put my name down for the lottery to enter the NYC marathong.  OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMG

So scared.

So nervous.

OMG.

A slow, painful, horrible, muddy, "I- can't- believe-I'm- doing- this-kill-me-now," embarrassingly weak, many walk breaks 12 miles today.

But still, 12 miles.

Next weekend, harder, better, faster, stronger.

Holy fuck.

Reading Katie's facebook profile reminded me of this little gem from Easter... I find it hilarious for some reason ( Read more... )

One good thing that's come out of Hamilton's funeral is I've sort of reconnected with Chad... Dear old Chad.  It's like, he hugged me and I was suddenly right back where I once was, my friend back again.  We've emailed a few times back and forth, hopefully it continues.  It's so great to hear about his life and how he experiences the world.  At the ( Read more... )

I'm heading home tomorrow, the second weekend in a row ( Read more... )

I can't believe it about Hamilton...  I'm not going to sit here and be all "he was a great friend, you will be missed!!!!" when I haven't talked to him in four years, but in high school, he was a great guy.  He had every reason to be a dick- well liked, class president, sporty... and he wasn't.  That just wasn't him.  He was a great guy, and the ( Read more... )