I'm not feeling too hot, but I wanted to update this blog on my latest adventures in Vegetarianism. I finally ventured into Whole Foods, or at least one of them in Denver, and it was wondrous. It was like the two aisles I shop in at Safeway, but expanded into a whole store. And the samples were to die for. I really do think the prices would be comparable since the organic food at Safeway is expensive anyways, might as well have a selection. We'll see what I discover there.
Another new love: Sarah Palin's Alaska show on TLC. Oh My God why did it take so long for someone to think of this? Pure genius. I found the substitute for my Sister Wives withdrawals. Hate her or love her, the woman lives one interesting life in Alaska and makes one hell of a reality show.
Finally, things have gotten a little sketchy this past week. I don't know what it is, but I can feel the distance like its palpable. People always say that separation doesn't make the heart grow stronger, it just shows you that you can live your life without that person. And I'm worried I'm hitting the point where my life is starting to redefine itself. In 6 days I go home and I'm hoping things start falling back into place. I hope they do. I don't want this to happen.
So many things. One paper. One test. One script. One flight.
Cheers.


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Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Food Blog?
I feel like ever since I started using Tumblr again, the only times I update here are when I do something neat, which is usually food related. Today is no exception.
Tonight, Kirsten and I decided to cook again. It wasn't like the veggie pizza night, we actually had a plan when we walked into Safeway. We made asian stir fry, with tofu and fettuccine noodles. It was DELICIOUS. Literally, better than any pad thai or chinese food you could get at any restaurant. It had red peppers, onions, and snow peas, grilled tofu (that we pressed!) and bean sprouts. Then we made our own peanut sauce, which was basically soy sauce, ginger, almond butter, and JUSTIN'S (my faaaave) peanut butter. And of course the noodles.
Literally nommed the shit outta that one. I wish I had a pic to show off our amazing skills. Then we topped it off with a margarita and two Rolling Rocks. Haha. Big night. Oh, and we ate with chopsticks. Quite a challenge but totes worth the effort.
Mmmm. :)
Tonight, Kirsten and I decided to cook again. It wasn't like the veggie pizza night, we actually had a plan when we walked into Safeway. We made asian stir fry, with tofu and fettuccine noodles. It was DELICIOUS. Literally, better than any pad thai or chinese food you could get at any restaurant. It had red peppers, onions, and snow peas, grilled tofu (that we pressed!) and bean sprouts. Then we made our own peanut sauce, which was basically soy sauce, ginger, almond butter, and JUSTIN'S (my faaaave) peanut butter. And of course the noodles.
Literally nommed the shit outta that one. I wish I had a pic to show off our amazing skills. Then we topped it off with a margarita and two Rolling Rocks. Haha. Big night. Oh, and we ate with chopsticks. Quite a challenge but totes worth the effort.
Mmmm. :)
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Organic Obsession
I am OBSESSED with Justin's All Natural Nut Butter, particularly the Maple Almond. I could eat all day, errday. And the best part? It's made here in Colorado! (Boulder, to be exact). Mmmm.
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
What can you get for $40,000 a year?
The answer? NOTHING. Both institutions of higher education that I attended had a yearly tuition of over $40,000. Both small, private schools. Both refer to themselves as "The Harvard of the Midwest/West". But yet, it still baffles me that for all the money they're taking in, the people in charge still can't get their shit together!
At DePauw, dealing with housing or the registrar's office was like a personal day in Hell. Nobody knew anything. You got transferred from person to person. And in the end, you usually ended up with no answer and the option of paying for a solution.
Let me tell you about my latest issues here at Denver. I am a graduate student and as such, every professor and adviser has told me that graduate classes don't usually fill up since we have to take certain ones each quarter. LIES. Registration started on Monday at 6:20pm. I registered for my classes at 6:30pm. The classes I need to take were both open, I selected them and BAM. Done. Except for the fact that the Documentary class had a hold on it, saying "prerequisite and test score error." Whatever the fuck that meant.
Long story short, many emails and 24 hours later, I was finally able to surpass the hold. Unfortunately, at that point, the class was full and closed to registration. When I emailed the professor, explaining the situation, she told me that she would have to ask the other professor if it was okay to let me in. ARE YOU FUCKING ME!? I would have easily been in that class if not for the university's stupid errors. And now you're telling me that I may not get into the class at all because of NO ERROR ON MY PART!?
This department better hope they decide to let me in the class. If not, Hurricane Keri is hitting the building and there will be no survivors.
At DePauw, dealing with housing or the registrar's office was like a personal day in Hell. Nobody knew anything. You got transferred from person to person. And in the end, you usually ended up with no answer and the option of paying for a solution.
Let me tell you about my latest issues here at Denver. I am a graduate student and as such, every professor and adviser has told me that graduate classes don't usually fill up since we have to take certain ones each quarter. LIES. Registration started on Monday at 6:20pm. I registered for my classes at 6:30pm. The classes I need to take were both open, I selected them and BAM. Done. Except for the fact that the Documentary class had a hold on it, saying "prerequisite and test score error." Whatever the fuck that meant.
Long story short, many emails and 24 hours later, I was finally able to surpass the hold. Unfortunately, at that point, the class was full and closed to registration. When I emailed the professor, explaining the situation, she told me that she would have to ask the other professor if it was okay to let me in. ARE YOU FUCKING ME!? I would have easily been in that class if not for the university's stupid errors. And now you're telling me that I may not get into the class at all because of NO ERROR ON MY PART!?
This department better hope they decide to let me in the class. If not, Hurricane Keri is hitting the building and there will be no survivors.
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Monday, November 1, 2010
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Hello. My Name is Tofu. Eat Me.
Well, I did it. I don't think you can call yourself a vegetarian unless you've at least TRIED tofu. I cooked a tofu dish tonight. It took me a good half hour to track down all these crazy ingredients in the local Safeway like toasted sesame seed oil, tahini sauce, and tamari soy sauce. But it was quick and easy to make. And relatively low in calories/points.
Will I cook it again? Maybe, but not anytime soon. :)
Cheers!
Will I cook it again? Maybe, but not anytime soon. :)
Cheers!
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Eerie Erie
I feel that I must start this blog off with a quote from my friend, Heather. "Graduating college in four years is like leaving the party at 10pm." Well, my friends, I did graduate college in four years, and last night, I did leave the party at 10pm. Actually, 9:45pm. It's just that my whole schedule has changed, I don't drink as much, and basically, I'm just an old fart.
But I did enjoy my Bob the Builder costume. It was a hit. Funny enough, there was a guy at Emily's party who dressed up as Al from Home Improvement. He had real tools and a real tool belt. I was just the G version.
But I'm glad I went to bed early because these damn undergrads (hah!) were partying loudly late into the night last night. I had to get up at 7am to get ready for the big 5K today. Ate my plain, toasted bagel with pumpkin cream cheese (freaking YUM) from Bruegger's Bagels and then Kirsten, her friend Chris, and I set off for Erie, CO. Small little, historic town about 40 minutes away. Super close to the mountains, so the scenery was gorgeous. Plus, this event was the highlight of the town's day. Everyone was out in their costumes ready to run. The mayor himself started the race off with a resounding, "Go." Haha.
For running in high elevation, I don't think I did too badly. We finished somewhere around 37-38 minutes, which is SLOW, yes I know that. But that averages to a 12 minute miles or 5mph which is typical of a beginning runner. Plus, that's including the walk time so that's not too shabby. Though it was rough on the ol' lungs. Next time, I'm bringing my own oxygen tank.
My has been calling my name for the past two hours, so I'm hitting the hay. On a quick side note, if you haven't seen Jesus Camp, please watch it. It's disturbing and crazy, but definitely worth the watch.
Cheers!
But I did enjoy my Bob the Builder costume. It was a hit. Funny enough, there was a guy at Emily's party who dressed up as Al from Home Improvement. He had real tools and a real tool belt. I was just the G version.
But I'm glad I went to bed early because these damn undergrads (hah!) were partying loudly late into the night last night. I had to get up at 7am to get ready for the big 5K today. Ate my plain, toasted bagel with pumpkin cream cheese (freaking YUM) from Bruegger's Bagels and then Kirsten, her friend Chris, and I set off for Erie, CO. Small little, historic town about 40 minutes away. Super close to the mountains, so the scenery was gorgeous. Plus, this event was the highlight of the town's day. Everyone was out in their costumes ready to run. The mayor himself started the race off with a resounding, "Go." Haha.
For running in high elevation, I don't think I did too badly. We finished somewhere around 37-38 minutes, which is SLOW, yes I know that. But that averages to a 12 minute miles or 5mph which is typical of a beginning runner. Plus, that's including the walk time so that's not too shabby. Though it was rough on the ol' lungs. Next time, I'm bringing my own oxygen tank.
My has been calling my name for the past two hours, so I'm hitting the hay. On a quick side note, if you haven't seen Jesus Camp, please watch it. It's disturbing and crazy, but definitely worth the watch.
Cheers!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Autumn: The Time of Change
I was just re-reading some of my older posts. (Very literally, I'm trying to waste time so that I can digest breakfast before I go out and run.) It's amazing how much things have changed since I first blogged here in CO. I was miserable. I had no friends, I sat in my apartment all day, and I was homesick. I missed my family, my friends, my boyfriend, and that's all I talked about. And I'm not judging myself because of it--it was really hard to move out here alone and start over. It's a romanticized notion of adventure. But after the first month or so, it really does start to live up to its expectations.
Of course I still miss everyone, but it's not a physical pain anymore. It's just a thought in the back of my mind. Does that sound bad? I don't mean it to. Plus, I have a steady friend base (and by that, I mean three people). But they get me out of my apartment at least every weekend, usually more. I do need to focus on my work more, especially with only three weeks left, but I'm just too excited to get out and live in Denver. As cheesy as that is.
That's my reflection on change, not the leaves kind. Although, I have to say, Colorado Falls kick any other states' ass. So gorgeous! I don't even want to take a picture because I doubt it will do it justice.
On other news, the vegetarianism still lives on. Further cooking adventures have been Spaghetti Squash (FIVE STARS!) and Garlic & Olive Oil Couscous, also delish. And the running part of me is doing a 5k on Saturday morning up in Erie, CO. It's called the Eerie Erie, hah. Basically, you run in your costume. I'm sure I'll have more to say about Halloween weekend later.
Until then, cheers!
Of course I still miss everyone, but it's not a physical pain anymore. It's just a thought in the back of my mind. Does that sound bad? I don't mean it to. Plus, I have a steady friend base (and by that, I mean three people). But they get me out of my apartment at least every weekend, usually more. I do need to focus on my work more, especially with only three weeks left, but I'm just too excited to get out and live in Denver. As cheesy as that is.
That's my reflection on change, not the leaves kind. Although, I have to say, Colorado Falls kick any other states' ass. So gorgeous! I don't even want to take a picture because I doubt it will do it justice.
On other news, the vegetarianism still lives on. Further cooking adventures have been Spaghetti Squash (FIVE STARS!) and Garlic & Olive Oil Couscous, also delish. And the running part of me is doing a 5k on Saturday morning up in Erie, CO. It's called the Eerie Erie, hah. Basically, you run in your costume. I'm sure I'll have more to say about Halloween weekend later.
Until then, cheers!
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Monday, October 25, 2010
The Sun Never Sets On A Badass
I have to say, yesterday was a big day for me. Kirsten, Heather, and I went to Sol Tribe downtown for tattoo consultations (and piercing, in Heather's case). I've wanted a tattoo for at least a year now--it was on my Senior Year Bucket List, but no one at DePauw would actually do it. They were all talk, no action. And getting my first tattoo, I couldn't go alone! Shit. But after researching for hours Saturday about what design I wanted, what phrase I wanted, and where I could get it that would be the least painful, I was ready.
After I met with the guy, Ben (?), he asked for my license to get the paperwork started. He looks at it and says, "Oh, you're from Indiana?" And I'm like, yes, are you? He proceeds to tell me that he went to the University of Louisville for a while, but grew up in Evansville. No way, me too! But here's the even better kicker, we talk for a while more and he fucking grew up in my neighborhood, like a street away!! What a ridiculous coincidence.
Needless to say, we talked very easily while I was getting inked. It wasn't too terrible. There were no tears or fainting, just a lot of nervous sweat. Haha. And I'll admit, it's still really sore but I LOVE it so much.
If you're reading and you want a picture of it, go to my facebook page. I'm heading over there now to put up a pic (blocking all parentals and familia though).
Oh, and the Packers pulled out a W against the Vikings! Too wonderful. :)
After I met with the guy, Ben (?), he asked for my license to get the paperwork started. He looks at it and says, "Oh, you're from Indiana?" And I'm like, yes, are you? He proceeds to tell me that he went to the University of Louisville for a while, but grew up in Evansville. No way, me too! But here's the even better kicker, we talk for a while more and he fucking grew up in my neighborhood, like a street away!! What a ridiculous coincidence.
Needless to say, we talked very easily while I was getting inked. It wasn't too terrible. There were no tears or fainting, just a lot of nervous sweat. Haha. And I'll admit, it's still really sore but I LOVE it so much.
If you're reading and you want a picture of it, go to my facebook page. I'm heading over there now to put up a pic (blocking all parentals and familia though).
Oh, and the Packers pulled out a W against the Vikings! Too wonderful. :)
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Friday, October 15, 2010
The Makings of a Hippie...?
I feel like moving to Colorado has really caused me to re-evaluate my nasty, Indiana lifestyle. I know my last post was about my transition into vegetarianism, but now I've added something else to the list. No, it's not pot. But I have taken up running.
I really hate gyms, but realized that I should really work out while it's still nice outside. So I found a park about half a mile away and have begun running there. I found a training program for people who have never been "runners" and I have to say, it's still pretty rough. But really, nothing beats running in the morning and seeing the snow-capped mountains off in the distance. While listening to Glee, obvi.
I am excited to finally be able to just set off and run when I want to. I just hope that it stays nice long enough to stick to it. I think I'm starting to really get into this place. :)
I really hate gyms, but realized that I should really work out while it's still nice outside. So I found a park about half a mile away and have begun running there. I found a training program for people who have never been "runners" and I have to say, it's still pretty rough. But really, nothing beats running in the morning and seeing the snow-capped mountains off in the distance. While listening to Glee, obvi.
I am excited to finally be able to just set off and run when I want to. I just hope that it stays nice long enough to stick to it. I think I'm starting to really get into this place. :)
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
The Big O
It's been a very lonely first month here, but I have met some cool people that I've hung out with a few times. One of them, named Kirsten, doesn't eat meat all that often. It's not because she's a vegetarian, per say, but more because she doesn't have a dishwasher and is afraid of the idea of raw meat not being washed off her pans well enough. That's legit. We started talking about the documentary film, Food Inc. If you haven't seen it, you should. It's very eye-opening, and in a way that SuperSize Me just doesn't quite get across. After our discussion, I decided to watch the film and boy was I amazed. It physically disgusted me to think about putting another piece of meat into my mouth. Backup for second, because I guess I should explain that I've always had a problem with meat. I mean, I eat it and like it, but I've always been VERY picky when it comes to the fat, color, consistency, etc... (When I was five, I declared myself a vegetarian. It didn't last too long considering I was five, but I was way ahead of my times.) Anyways, so this movie was literally was pushed me over the edge. The next day, I went to Safeway and not only didn't I buy any meat, I bought only (well, okay...mostly) organic food. It was expensive, but I was happy with my decision. And then last night, I talked to a friend who recently became a vegan. She gave me some websites to look at, blogs for recipes, and such...and I think I am going to do it. I feel like I'm giving in to Colorado lifestyle, but it's really my disgust for the companies that are packaging out food. I won't preach, but if you want to learn more, read Fast Food Nation or watch Food, Inc. It's scary how closely tied they are to the government that is suppose to be watching over them.
Anyways, I just wanted to share this big moment in my life. Hopefully it lasts longer than it did last time. And it's more for stand against the companies than my love for animals or for health reasons. Like they said on the movie, every time you buy organics instead of their products, it's a vote against them. And that's what I'm trying to do. If more people "vote against them," eventually they will have to better produce their food and let it be more natural. That's all I want.
And who knows, this isn't a quick process. Will I still eat Turkey at Thanksgiving? Maybe... I don't plan on ever going past being a vegetarian. I still want my milk and eggs. Fish/Seafood I don't care too much about. I don't like them anyways, but I guess we'll see where time takes me.
Cheers!
Anyways, I just wanted to share this big moment in my life. Hopefully it lasts longer than it did last time. And it's more for stand against the companies than my love for animals or for health reasons. Like they said on the movie, every time you buy organics instead of their products, it's a vote against them. And that's what I'm trying to do. If more people "vote against them," eventually they will have to better produce their food and let it be more natural. That's all I want.
And who knows, this isn't a quick process. Will I still eat Turkey at Thanksgiving? Maybe... I don't plan on ever going past being a vegetarian. I still want my milk and eggs. Fish/Seafood I don't care too much about. I don't like them anyways, but I guess we'll see where time takes me.
Cheers!
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Friday, September 24, 2010
Fall River Drive
Today, I took another adventure. Only this time, it was heading West, away from Denver and into the Rockies. It's amazing how far away the mountains look from here, a far off distant hill, but after only an hour (or less actually) of driving, I was there IN the mountains. The driving was scary--Indiana doesn't have 6% grade downhill roads with semis and emergency pull off ramps. I wish I could have gone with someone else. There's always the pull between wanting the wheel in your hands as you discover new territory or being able to stick your head against the glass and soak in the scenery.
Fall River Drive is a scenic road that starts near Idaho Springs. The road itself is only a 20 minutes drive, but the curves are insane. The roads with 180 degree turns that slowly get you up the mountain really do exist and I have now drive them! (I guess I should know this, since we went up the Dolomites in Italy, but I was really motion sick so there was so observing...)
The trees are gorgeous (the road is lined with Aspens) and starting to turn bright Fall colors. I rolled the windows down, turned the music off, and just enjoyed the nature. At the top of the road (~10,000 ft in elevation), there is Silver Lake. It was like something from a movie or a picture: a few decrepit brick buildings, old farming/mining equipment in a carved out niche of land surrounded by mountains. It was a little chilly and windy, but it was perfect. I just..sat there.
Mountains are truly the architecture of America. Europe has old stone buildings that you can't help but stare at in awe. These mountains are the same. They're large and majestic and natural pieces of beauty--like if St. Paul's, St. Mark's, St. Anthony's, and Notre Dame were all built next to each other.
I'm glad I went. It was beautiful. And perhaps next time (or after the Winter season) I can find a place to hike around too. I bet there's even better views if you hike to them.
Cheers!
Fall River Drive is a scenic road that starts near Idaho Springs. The road itself is only a 20 minutes drive, but the curves are insane. The roads with 180 degree turns that slowly get you up the mountain really do exist and I have now drive them! (I guess I should know this, since we went up the Dolomites in Italy, but I was really motion sick so there was so observing...)
The trees are gorgeous (the road is lined with Aspens) and starting to turn bright Fall colors. I rolled the windows down, turned the music off, and just enjoyed the nature. At the top of the road (~10,000 ft in elevation), there is Silver Lake. It was like something from a movie or a picture: a few decrepit brick buildings, old farming/mining equipment in a carved out niche of land surrounded by mountains. It was a little chilly and windy, but it was perfect. I just..sat there.
Mountains are truly the architecture of America. Europe has old stone buildings that you can't help but stare at in awe. These mountains are the same. They're large and majestic and natural pieces of beauty--like if St. Paul's, St. Mark's, St. Anthony's, and Notre Dame were all built next to each other.
I'm glad I went. It was beautiful. And perhaps next time (or after the Winter season) I can find a place to hike around too. I bet there's even better views if you hike to them.
Cheers!
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Monday, September 20, 2010
God Gave Me You
On my own I’m only
Half of what I could be
I can’t do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
Half of what I could be
I can’t do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
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Saturday, September 18, 2010
Someone tell me WHY last night I woke up to a strange alarm type sound at 5AM. I tried to figure out what it was so I sat up and it seemed to be coming from outside (the parking lot) so I deemed it a car alarm.
Suddenly, I hear fire engines roaring towards my apartment complex. Not a new concept really since we're right off a main street. Until I hear them pull up in said parking lot and turn off their sirens. That got me. At first, I thought maybe MY apartment complex was on fire. But I got up, grabbed my glasses, and went to the window.
Apparently it was the apartment that exists right across the parking lot who's fire alarm was going off. There was one window light on, and perhaps five or six people standing outside the south door. Does that mean that everyone else was simply still inside?
Obviously, it was not a real fire because the fire men were casually walking into the building. They turned off the alarm and I went back to bed. But then I realized that there is only one fire alarm in my apartment and its right by the front door. Being alone, I would FREAK THE FUCK OUT if it ever went off. So I strategically (and half asleep) planned what I would grab if it ever did.
Let's hope it doesn't...
Cheers!
Suddenly, I hear fire engines roaring towards my apartment complex. Not a new concept really since we're right off a main street. Until I hear them pull up in said parking lot and turn off their sirens. That got me. At first, I thought maybe MY apartment complex was on fire. But I got up, grabbed my glasses, and went to the window.
Apparently it was the apartment that exists right across the parking lot who's fire alarm was going off. There was one window light on, and perhaps five or six people standing outside the south door. Does that mean that everyone else was simply still inside?
Obviously, it was not a real fire because the fire men were casually walking into the building. They turned off the alarm and I went back to bed. But then I realized that there is only one fire alarm in my apartment and its right by the front door. Being alone, I would FREAK THE FUCK OUT if it ever went off. So I strategically (and half asleep) planned what I would grab if it ever did.
Let's hope it doesn't...
Cheers!
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No, You Can't Read My Pokerface
Let's start this entry on a positive note, shall we? Mix things up a little bit. DU doesn't have classes on Fridays, so I took care of some business today. Paid my tuition bill, which was almost $3000 less than it should have been. Now, whether that will end up biting me in the ass will be a later post's problem...not now. Worked out. Turned it my very first screenplay that I wrote last night. Critiqued my classmates' screenplays (and realized mine was definitely not the worst!) Then went to a movie with a few people--saw Easy A. Seriously, a really good movie. I don't give many movies five stars, but this one deserves it. It's right up there with 500 Days of Summer. The movie is a little different than the previews make it out to be (no Lady Gaga song either) but it still makes some strong statements about being yourself. Not giving a shit what others think. And as much as I pride myself on that, I'm not doing it here. Is this how undergrad was? Pretending to be someone that's normal, nice, considerate, laughs at the jokes but not too loudly? THATS NOT ME. I am a huge sarcastic, loud, opinionated bitch. Sadly enough, the people I'm hanging out here aren't. Now do I think they wouldn't accept me if I acted that way? I don't know...but they're all very...nice. Polite. Un-crude. Innocent?
Wonderfully enough, as I'm driving back to my apartment thinking all these things about how I'm acting and who I'm hanging out with, Lady Gaga comes on the radio. It's like she knows. (At her concert, she knocked my tampon out. True Story.) I will be me regardless. I can ease them into it, but I made friends at DePauw being myself so I can sure as hell make 'em here. As Momma Monster herself says, "I'm beautiful in my way. Cause God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track, baby - I was Born This Way!"
It doesn't mean it's easy or a downhill process. I still feel out of my element here...but its not as scary as it first was.
Cheers!
Wonderfully enough, as I'm driving back to my apartment thinking all these things about how I'm acting and who I'm hanging out with, Lady Gaga comes on the radio. It's like she knows. (At her concert, she knocked my tampon out. True Story.) I will be me regardless. I can ease them into it, but I made friends at DePauw being myself so I can sure as hell make 'em here. As Momma Monster herself says, "I'm beautiful in my way. Cause God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track, baby - I was Born This Way!"
It doesn't mean it's easy or a downhill process. I still feel out of my element here...but its not as scary as it first was.
Cheers!
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
More Babbling
It's funny how I find myself telling everyone that "Denver is great", "The classes aren't too scary, yet", and "I even made a friend". I'm not sure if saying those things is to make people feel better/happy for me, or to make myself more reassured about my own life.
It's all true, I guess. I don't think I'll fail out my first quarter. I'm not sure I can keep a 3.5, but that's a different story. I do like Denver. It's not Indiana. And I did make a friend, who's really nice and accepting of the fact that she is the only person I know and invites places all the time. So really, I shouldn't be complaining. But sometimes, it just sucks have to put on this nice person front and act all proper to everyone because you're not at home with them. Just one day a week, I would like to be sitting on a couch with my friends from home cursing, saying raunchy things, and letting my hair down. C'est la vie.
Classes are done for the week. I have lots of reading, but alas the book is not in yet. I also need to write a screenplay for tomorrow. I'm not a screenplay writer. I enjoy the literary poetics used in narrative writing. And basically, in screenwriting, they consider that bullshit. UGH.
I wonder how long it takes to start feeling at home, like I did at DePauw? Or if that ever will happen since its a different kind of atmosphere.
Eh, cheers!
It's all true, I guess. I don't think I'll fail out my first quarter. I'm not sure I can keep a 3.5, but that's a different story. I do like Denver. It's not Indiana. And I did make a friend, who's really nice and accepting of the fact that she is the only person I know and invites places all the time. So really, I shouldn't be complaining. But sometimes, it just sucks have to put on this nice person front and act all proper to everyone because you're not at home with them. Just one day a week, I would like to be sitting on a couch with my friends from home cursing, saying raunchy things, and letting my hair down. C'est la vie.
Classes are done for the week. I have lots of reading, but alas the book is not in yet. I also need to write a screenplay for tomorrow. I'm not a screenplay writer. I enjoy the literary poetics used in narrative writing. And basically, in screenwriting, they consider that bullshit. UGH.
I wonder how long it takes to start feeling at home, like I did at DePauw? Or if that ever will happen since its a different kind of atmosphere.
Eh, cheers!
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Best Day
Okay, so I'm exaggerating a little bit, but it's definitely been the best day since I've been out in Denver. It's a very superficial kind of happy, but you take what you can right?
Football season started today. Colts lost. Packers won. Couldn't ask for more.
Then the VMAs were on, and my favorite person EVER (Lady Gaga) won all her awards, including Video of the Year. She was so happy, crying and shit. I just admire her because she doesn't give a SHIT. Born This Way.
And I got to talk to a whole bunch of people from home. It's nice to be reminded that even though I'm alone here, I'm not alone really.
As I watch Eminem's new music video for "Not Afraid", which keep in mind I hate the song, it really puts the song into perspective. The video is so personal. You can see his inner struggle and the way he was forced to look inside himself in order to get out of the shithole he was stuck in. So I've decided that even though his music still sounds the same, it's different. Rapping can be a very pure form of communication. Not every rap song, but I think I misjudged the genre.
And while he stands up there pouring out his life, I take the link to my blog off facebook so not every person I know can read it. Hah. It takes courage to let people in, and I've used up all mine trying to survive here.
School starts tomorrow. I can do it.
Football season started today. Colts lost. Packers won. Couldn't ask for more.
Then the VMAs were on, and my favorite person EVER (Lady Gaga) won all her awards, including Video of the Year. She was so happy, crying and shit. I just admire her because she doesn't give a SHIT. Born This Way.
And I got to talk to a whole bunch of people from home. It's nice to be reminded that even though I'm alone here, I'm not alone really.
As I watch Eminem's new music video for "Not Afraid", which keep in mind I hate the song, it really puts the song into perspective. The video is so personal. You can see his inner struggle and the way he was forced to look inside himself in order to get out of the shithole he was stuck in. So I've decided that even though his music still sounds the same, it's different. Rapping can be a very pure form of communication. Not every rap song, but I think I misjudged the genre.
And while he stands up there pouring out his life, I take the link to my blog off facebook so not every person I know can read it. Hah. It takes courage to let people in, and I've used up all mine trying to survive here.
School starts tomorrow. I can do it.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
At Last
Finally, the day that I thought would never come, would always be just out of reach, has arrived and gone. Today was the busiest day I've had in weeks, and the most social interaction I've had since I've been here. First, there was my GTA meeting, where we talked about how to interact with undergrads (it's not like its hard)and what is expected of us as TAs. I'm not really concerned. My TA prof seems pretty chill and willing to let me do whatever I want. The only think that sucks is for three years I perfected my editing in Vegas, and now I have to relearn EVERYTHING in FCP. I knew it would catch up me to one day, but...I just don't want to do it! Ugh.
Then, after lunch with the Department Chair, we had Orientation with the new MFJS grad students. There are only 14 or so, and only 4 of them are Video concentrations like me. Small crowd. I thought people would be more mature in grad school, but some things are so reminiscent of DePauw that I want to vomit. Preppy, fratty, rich, douschebag boys who only want to talk about beer and partying and who sit near the 2 in round girls with too much make-up caked on and daddy's money in her Gucci bag. But whatever. There are a few cool people that I plan to associate myself with. I honestly think I'll be too busy to get too chummy anyways.
I know this sounds cliche, but I don't know if I'm smart enough for this program. She kept commenting on how here, we are all the top 10% of the class, with straight A's. And then, on top of that, as a TA, I am the cream of the crop. That's not true at all! There was no way I was top 10 %. And honestly, I got half B's and half A's. And to keep my TA position, I have to keep a 3.5 GPA. 3.5!? And especially only taking two classes (Mass Comm Theory & Scriptwriting), that does not leave much room to slip up.
Damn. I just hope it's not TOO hard. I don't want to be so overwhelmed that it's not even fun anymore. Someone pray for that.
It's been a long, stressful day. I feel no shame going to bed at 11pm tonight. I could really use my friends right about now. It sucks when the person you want to be able to make you feel better, can't.
I whine too much on here. I'm hoping I start classes and they kick so much ass so that I come on here to write about how much I love them. (Please please please).
Cheers.
Then, after lunch with the Department Chair, we had Orientation with the new MFJS grad students. There are only 14 or so, and only 4 of them are Video concentrations like me. Small crowd. I thought people would be more mature in grad school, but some things are so reminiscent of DePauw that I want to vomit. Preppy, fratty, rich, douschebag boys who only want to talk about beer and partying and who sit near the 2 in round girls with too much make-up caked on and daddy's money in her Gucci bag. But whatever. There are a few cool people that I plan to associate myself with. I honestly think I'll be too busy to get too chummy anyways.
I know this sounds cliche, but I don't know if I'm smart enough for this program. She kept commenting on how here, we are all the top 10% of the class, with straight A's. And then, on top of that, as a TA, I am the cream of the crop. That's not true at all! There was no way I was top 10 %. And honestly, I got half B's and half A's. And to keep my TA position, I have to keep a 3.5 GPA. 3.5!? And especially only taking two classes (Mass Comm Theory & Scriptwriting), that does not leave much room to slip up.
Damn. I just hope it's not TOO hard. I don't want to be so overwhelmed that it's not even fun anymore. Someone pray for that.
It's been a long, stressful day. I feel no shame going to bed at 11pm tonight. I could really use my friends right about now. It sucks when the person you want to be able to make you feel better, can't.
I whine too much on here. I'm hoping I start classes and they kick so much ass so that I come on here to write about how much I love them. (Please please please).
Cheers.
Labels:
Denver,
Graduate School,
worries
Monday, September 6, 2010
Honestly...
I have no idea what I'm doing. I never thought moving to a new place would be this great and this shitty at the same time. I like my apartment. I enjoy living here alone. But I can't sleep at night still. I wake up every couple hours and feel tired as hell the next day.
I don't mind not knowing anybody. I don't mind sitting alone all day watching television or visiting tourist attractions alone. But I hate the idea of forcing myself to make friends because its what people expect. Though it would be nice to have something to do or someone to go places with. I guess I'm just scared to get shot down for friendship.
And I thought I didn't mind being far away from the one I love. I thought I finally was comfortable enough to not do something drastic. But again, I think I was wrong. I feel like it's one-sided emotionally here. I'm always the one bringing up visits, or missing him, or the future. GOD DAMNIT I'M THE ONE WHOSE ALONE AND SCARED SO YOU SHOULD BE TELLING ME THIS STUFF TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.
This is stupid. Stupid stupid. Everything about this place is great, and I'm sure once classes start, I'll meet people and be busy enough not to care if I don't. But how will I keep the motivation to carry on this relationship if he can't switch from close relationship to long-distance.
I think I need some space.
I don't mind not knowing anybody. I don't mind sitting alone all day watching television or visiting tourist attractions alone. But I hate the idea of forcing myself to make friends because its what people expect. Though it would be nice to have something to do or someone to go places with. I guess I'm just scared to get shot down for friendship.
And I thought I didn't mind being far away from the one I love. I thought I finally was comfortable enough to not do something drastic. But again, I think I was wrong. I feel like it's one-sided emotionally here. I'm always the one bringing up visits, or missing him, or the future. GOD DAMNIT I'M THE ONE WHOSE ALONE AND SCARED SO YOU SHOULD BE TELLING ME THIS STUFF TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.
This is stupid. Stupid stupid. Everything about this place is great, and I'm sure once classes start, I'll meet people and be busy enough not to care if I don't. But how will I keep the motivation to carry on this relationship if he can't switch from close relationship to long-distance.
I think I need some space.
Labels:
distance,
life,
relationships
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Mile High Dreams
So it's been a while since I've written here, but finally I am all settled into my apartment in Denver. Colorado. 1,013 miles away from home. Two time zones away from my boyfriend and best friend. It's a very big change that I know is going to take a while to get used to. I did it four years ago when I went away to DePauw as an undergrad: going someplace new, away from home, where I didn't know anybody. But undergrad is catered to baby freshman and help them make friends and feel at home. Plus, I was only 2.5 hours away from home. Easy drive.
Here, it's different. I'm an adult and no one is here to hold my hand. I know I have the ability to handle it, but it still scares the hell out of me. I don't know where anything is. I don't know anybody. I'm nervous about grad school and the classes I'll be taking. But on the plus side, the city is beautiful. The first person I meet or the first person to visit me gets the experience of exploring downtown with me. I can't quite muster the courage to do THAT alone. The mountains are gorgeous. The weather is everything I dreamed weather away from the Ohio Valley could be.
I just can't wait for time to pass. Not that I want to lose it, but I want to get to the time when I feel at home HERE.
Here, it's different. I'm an adult and no one is here to hold my hand. I know I have the ability to handle it, but it still scares the hell out of me. I don't know where anything is. I don't know anybody. I'm nervous about grad school and the classes I'll be taking. But on the plus side, the city is beautiful. The first person I meet or the first person to visit me gets the experience of exploring downtown with me. I can't quite muster the courage to do THAT alone. The mountains are gorgeous. The weather is everything I dreamed weather away from the Ohio Valley could be.
I just can't wait for time to pass. Not that I want to lose it, but I want to get to the time when I feel at home HERE.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Secrets
I haven't written in a while. I've been really busy, but tonight I just thought I would type a little something for good measure.
I religiously read PostSecret every Sunday and LGMH every night before bed. Judge away. I've always been a sucker for love stories, even the really super cheesy ones that make me laugh because they're so bad. And PostSecret lets me know that everyone is struggling with something inside their head that they're not letting on about. Even if I don't know their name or gender or anything about them really, I KNOW them on a deeper level because they told me a secret.
So here's my PostSecret #1: I almost passed up my full ride to Denver for you but
decided that following my dreams was more important. I'm
still convincing myself I made the right decision.
Honestly, I've always been terrible with goodbyes. It started when I was only two or three years old, when my brother and sister would leave for college. I didn't understand, so I would always run away and hide, refusing to say goodbye (because in my mind, they wouldn't leave until they said goodbye). I learned the hard way that's not always the case. And to this day, saying goodbye is the hardest thing. It's not that I cry or get really sad or lonely, I just...can't do it right. Three down, more to go.
Cheers!
I religiously read PostSecret every Sunday and LGMH every night before bed. Judge away. I've always been a sucker for love stories, even the really super cheesy ones that make me laugh because they're so bad. And PostSecret lets me know that everyone is struggling with something inside their head that they're not letting on about. Even if I don't know their name or gender or anything about them really, I KNOW them on a deeper level because they told me a secret.
So here's my PostSecret #1: I almost passed up my full ride to Denver for you but
decided that following my dreams was more important. I'm
still convincing myself I made the right decision.
Honestly, I've always been terrible with goodbyes. It started when I was only two or three years old, when my brother and sister would leave for college. I didn't understand, so I would always run away and hide, refusing to say goodbye (because in my mind, they wouldn't leave until they said goodbye). I learned the hard way that's not always the case. And to this day, saying goodbye is the hardest thing. It's not that I cry or get really sad or lonely, I just...can't do it right. Three down, more to go.
Cheers!
Labels:
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Eat. Pray. Love. But not necessarily in that order.
So I just got back from seeing the new Julia Roberts movie. It was a long one, and at times I really wished things would just move along, BUT I blame the fact that we went late at night because overall, I really loved the movie. For several reasons in fact.
1. She traveled to Italy. It made me fall in love with the country and its culture all over again. I wanted to be back there, where I didn't understand a word anyone said, everything I saw and did was fascinating, and the food was to die for. Oh yeah, and gelato. Hah. It's so different over there. People love and live freely, which is something that comes rarely here in America. All the more reason to marry a foreign man. Sigh.
2. It was raw. This wasn't your typical "my life sucks, oh wait now its better cause I have a man" movie. She was hurt. She had to make rough decisions that she regretted for months after. She prayed when she didn't know how. She picked up her life and just went somewhere. There were a lot of tears, but they were real happiness or sadness. I like learning about people's lives.
3. It made me realize that it's stupid to sit around and wait. You have to DO something with your time. And I don't mean you have to be busy, but you must appreciate and want to be where you are. Don't hold back because of someone else. Live for you, which is something I have always struggled with. The little voice that always says "But you'll be so far away from him" or "What happens once you graduate and he has a job?" are being told to shut up. And are replaced with thoughts of "You are going to a beautiful city that you've never been to before and are going to learn about something you love to do so that one day you will be great at what you love doing."
So, yeah, this movie makes you think. It puts things into perspective. And it doesn't push religion or anything else on you. It just...gives you a smack in the noggin that says WAKE UP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Gotta love movies that make you live stronger.
Cheers & G'night!
1. She traveled to Italy. It made me fall in love with the country and its culture all over again. I wanted to be back there, where I didn't understand a word anyone said, everything I saw and did was fascinating, and the food was to die for. Oh yeah, and gelato. Hah. It's so different over there. People love and live freely, which is something that comes rarely here in America. All the more reason to marry a foreign man. Sigh.
2. It was raw. This wasn't your typical "my life sucks, oh wait now its better cause I have a man" movie. She was hurt. She had to make rough decisions that she regretted for months after. She prayed when she didn't know how. She picked up her life and just went somewhere. There were a lot of tears, but they were real happiness or sadness. I like learning about people's lives.
3. It made me realize that it's stupid to sit around and wait. You have to DO something with your time. And I don't mean you have to be busy, but you must appreciate and want to be where you are. Don't hold back because of someone else. Live for you, which is something I have always struggled with. The little voice that always says "But you'll be so far away from him" or "What happens once you graduate and he has a job?" are being told to shut up. And are replaced with thoughts of "You are going to a beautiful city that you've never been to before and are going to learn about something you love to do so that one day you will be great at what you love doing."
So, yeah, this movie makes you think. It puts things into perspective. And it doesn't push religion or anything else on you. It just...gives you a smack in the noggin that says WAKE UP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Gotta love movies that make you live stronger.
Cheers & G'night!
Labels:
Eat Pray Love,
life,
movie review
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The Thin Line
A lot of things have been changing recently, not just in my life, but in the lives of so many people around me. Some have been good, while others have been devastating. Some making people stronger, while some making people ask why. It makes me look at my life, reevaluate my relationships with family and friends.
I'm not sure I ever really thought about marriage and what I wanted until it seemed like everyone was thinking about it. I guess when you date someone for as long as I have, people naturally wonder when you're going to get engaged. But why? I'm only 22 years old, do I really need to be worried about getting a ring before we hit the five year mark? Is that a new law or something? What if I don't want to leave for grad school with a ring? What if I want the freedom to be me when I start a new life in Colorado? I'm not saying I'm going to break up with him, or cheat on him, but it still is nice to know that I'm not tied to something so far away. Some couple naturally fall into place, same high school, same college, same hometown, etc that easily allows them to stay together. It's not that simple for us. We're going to have to work really hard to keep our relationship strong, and I can't tell you whether I can do that or not until I'm forced to.
But then, watching all these couple get engaged that have only been dating MONTHS or even just a year or so, it seems silly, insulting, frustrating, embarrassing that I'm not engaged yet. Why not? Is it because he doesn't want to marry me? Or he can't afford the ring? Or he's in no hurry because he knows that I won't leave him? WHY. And then suddenly, I want to be engaged. But not because I want to be married anytime soon, I don't want that. But because I want to know that he wants to marry me. Wants to make sure that he doesn't lose me when I go to Denver. Something.
So really, in the end, I don't know what I want. I know what society and the people around me want me to feel, but I haven't made that decision on my own yet. It sucks trying to be the adult: acting like I'm not jealous, pretending to be happy for a couple that I am secretly wishing impending divorce on, giving the illusion that I'm okay with moving more than 1000 miles away from the person I love, and happy even though we'll be apart for two years because he won't find a job near me. My nonchalant responses to people's reaction of our LONG distance relationship will eventually wane and someone, somewhere will get the full monty of emotion.
Enough bitching. In the overall scheme of things, are my relationship woes that heavy? No. I have a coworker who just lost his dad in the most awful way possible. He should be bitching. He unfortunately earned that right. And for now, I'll worry about him and his family instead and let fate takes its course.
Cheers.
I'm not sure I ever really thought about marriage and what I wanted until it seemed like everyone was thinking about it. I guess when you date someone for as long as I have, people naturally wonder when you're going to get engaged. But why? I'm only 22 years old, do I really need to be worried about getting a ring before we hit the five year mark? Is that a new law or something? What if I don't want to leave for grad school with a ring? What if I want the freedom to be me when I start a new life in Colorado? I'm not saying I'm going to break up with him, or cheat on him, but it still is nice to know that I'm not tied to something so far away. Some couple naturally fall into place, same high school, same college, same hometown, etc that easily allows them to stay together. It's not that simple for us. We're going to have to work really hard to keep our relationship strong, and I can't tell you whether I can do that or not until I'm forced to.
But then, watching all these couple get engaged that have only been dating MONTHS or even just a year or so, it seems silly, insulting, frustrating, embarrassing that I'm not engaged yet. Why not? Is it because he doesn't want to marry me? Or he can't afford the ring? Or he's in no hurry because he knows that I won't leave him? WHY. And then suddenly, I want to be engaged. But not because I want to be married anytime soon, I don't want that. But because I want to know that he wants to marry me. Wants to make sure that he doesn't lose me when I go to Denver. Something.
So really, in the end, I don't know what I want. I know what society and the people around me want me to feel, but I haven't made that decision on my own yet. It sucks trying to be the adult: acting like I'm not jealous, pretending to be happy for a couple that I am secretly wishing impending divorce on, giving the illusion that I'm okay with moving more than 1000 miles away from the person I love, and happy even though we'll be apart for two years because he won't find a job near me. My nonchalant responses to people's reaction of our LONG distance relationship will eventually wane and someone, somewhere will get the full monty of emotion.
Enough bitching. In the overall scheme of things, are my relationship woes that heavy? No. I have a coworker who just lost his dad in the most awful way possible. He should be bitching. He unfortunately earned that right. And for now, I'll worry about him and his family instead and let fate takes its course.
Cheers.
Labels:
Denver,
distance,
marriage,
relationships
Monday, August 2, 2010
Lucky Number 9.5
Yesterday was Sunday and my weigh in day for Weight Watchers. I lost another 1.2 lbs last week which puts me up to 9.5 lbs total weight loss. And since I've been craving a pizza since I first saw those dippable pizza commercials from Pizza hut, I decided I earned a little reward for my hard work. I ordered a small pizza from Dominoes, and completely nommed the whole thing. Kinda gross, but whatever. 30 points later, I felt that I had demolished my pizza craving.
Later that night, a few friends and I went to go see Charlie St. Cloud (paying a whopping $9.50). And let me tell you, it was not worth it. I figured it was going to be a cute little film since Disney heartthrob Zac Efron was in it, but it was faaaaar worse than that. It was like a mixture between a Lifetime movie for kids and a Disney channel inspirational movie, perhaps because of the awkward, dark semi-sex scene in a cemetery with a dead girl. Dialogue: cheesy. Plot: Predictable. Tears: Too many and too CGIed. I rate it a definite waste of two hours.
Shit, I forgot to pull the Tater Tor casserole from the freezer. I hate thawing things... Guess its Turkey Burgers for dinner. Haha.
I'm just waiting for Friday to come along so I can get myself to Ohio. Just waiting.
Cheers!
Later that night, a few friends and I went to go see Charlie St. Cloud (paying a whopping $9.50). And let me tell you, it was not worth it. I figured it was going to be a cute little film since Disney heartthrob Zac Efron was in it, but it was faaaaar worse than that. It was like a mixture between a Lifetime movie for kids and a Disney channel inspirational movie, perhaps because of the awkward, dark semi-sex scene in a cemetery with a dead girl. Dialogue: cheesy. Plot: Predictable. Tears: Too many and too CGIed. I rate it a definite waste of two hours.
Shit, I forgot to pull the Tater Tor casserole from the freezer. I hate thawing things... Guess its Turkey Burgers for dinner. Haha.
I'm just waiting for Friday to come along so I can get myself to Ohio. Just waiting.
Cheers!
Labels:
Charlie St. Cloud,
dieting,
movie review,
Weight Watchers
Saturday, July 31, 2010
WW Week 6
So in the middle of June I decided to start doing Weight Watchers again. It's the second time I've done the program, and the first time it worked really well for me. At the end, I had lost over 100 lbs. But after four years of college crap and lazing around, I've managed to put quite a bit back on (not all of it, mind you, not even close, but more than enough). So this time, my goal is to lose 50 lbs and get back to a smaller, not plus, size.
At first, it was really easy and I dropped 4 lbs almost immediately. Then, there were two rough weeks where I put back on 2 lbs, lost one, put on one, etc... Now I've been doing it for a little over six weeks and, by last Sunday, I had lost 8.6 lbs. Which is excellent, but it's definitely getting harder to keep on the diet. There's just so much GOOD food around that I can't eat, and sometimes, my body just can't take it. Plus, the one thing all my friends are good at is eating. We all enjoy cooking, sitting around with each other, and eating. Any time, any place. Also, not a good thing for my diet.
Luckily, one of my best friends is also doing WW so we try, emphasis TRY, to keep each other in check but sometimes we just help each other feel less guilty about pigging out. Haha. I started a blog on WW.com, but it didn't really workout. I felt silly just journeling about weight less, plus there is a WIDE range of people on there, but it's mostly older women with families and kids trying to lose TONS of weight. I felt, inferior. It's hard to be a girl in your early 20s that isn't thin, but it'll be worth it once I'm a girl in my mid 20s who is.
To work out or not to work out. That is the question. I just got back from work, I'm tired and I'm wondering whether the dancing I'll do tonight is enough of a workout. I'm thinking yes. Haha.
Until next time, Cheers!
At first, it was really easy and I dropped 4 lbs almost immediately. Then, there were two rough weeks where I put back on 2 lbs, lost one, put on one, etc... Now I've been doing it for a little over six weeks and, by last Sunday, I had lost 8.6 lbs. Which is excellent, but it's definitely getting harder to keep on the diet. There's just so much GOOD food around that I can't eat, and sometimes, my body just can't take it. Plus, the one thing all my friends are good at is eating. We all enjoy cooking, sitting around with each other, and eating. Any time, any place. Also, not a good thing for my diet.
Luckily, one of my best friends is also doing WW so we try, emphasis TRY, to keep each other in check but sometimes we just help each other feel less guilty about pigging out. Haha. I started a blog on WW.com, but it didn't really workout. I felt silly just journeling about weight less, plus there is a WIDE range of people on there, but it's mostly older women with families and kids trying to lose TONS of weight. I felt, inferior. It's hard to be a girl in your early 20s that isn't thin, but it'll be worth it once I'm a girl in my mid 20s who is.
To work out or not to work out. That is the question. I just got back from work, I'm tired and I'm wondering whether the dancing I'll do tonight is enough of a workout. I'm thinking yes. Haha.
Until next time, Cheers!
Labels:
dieting,
Weight Watchers
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Piddle Party of Two
So, this summer I am working at the Evansville Children's Museum downtown. Don't get my wrong, compared to my past jobs, this job is a piece of cake. It's inside, I get to play with kids, and really do not much else. Some days are harder than others, and today was one of THOSE days.
It started off with me stationed in Upper Quack, which is a room with a large duck-shaped jungle gym and a slide attached to it. There's also some ball launchers and various other ball activities. But the big thing is the slide and the duck. Well, I don't think I've said "Don't climb UP the slide" more times in my life than I had today. I even made one girl cry--tough shit, don't crawl up the slide. One nine month old was trying to climb up it, and of course her mother was treating CMoe like a daycare and wasn't watching her kid, so I had to pull her down THREE TIMES. I should have just let her kid get knocked in the face by a bigger kid flying down the slide.
Then down in Wet Deck, which is the water room, I was constantly yelling at kids to not climb on that, don't stand on that, blah blah blah. And, yet again, Keri Daycare was in session so I had to pull a little boy (approx 9 months) from the water dam river. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? His mom didn't even notice that he almost drowned. Then I had to keep yelling at these punk boys to quit throwing balls down from the third floor. And to top off that day, a little boy went up on the orange hump (where he's not suppose to climb anyways) and peed. Amen.
I do love kids, honestly I do, but days like this make me want to raise my child correctly and not leave them to the hands of someone else whenever I deem that I need a break. Kids nowadays are rude and misbehavers. Good thing it's only a summer job because I don't think I could take saving kids' lives while their parents text on their cell phones forever.
Moral of this day: Children's Museums are not daycares. (But if you want to drop me an extra $20 when you walk in my gallery, I may change my mind.)
Cheers!
It started off with me stationed in Upper Quack, which is a room with a large duck-shaped jungle gym and a slide attached to it. There's also some ball launchers and various other ball activities. But the big thing is the slide and the duck. Well, I don't think I've said "Don't climb UP the slide" more times in my life than I had today. I even made one girl cry--tough shit, don't crawl up the slide. One nine month old was trying to climb up it, and of course her mother was treating CMoe like a daycare and wasn't watching her kid, so I had to pull her down THREE TIMES. I should have just let her kid get knocked in the face by a bigger kid flying down the slide.
Then down in Wet Deck, which is the water room, I was constantly yelling at kids to not climb on that, don't stand on that, blah blah blah. And, yet again, Keri Daycare was in session so I had to pull a little boy (approx 9 months) from the water dam river. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? His mom didn't even notice that he almost drowned. Then I had to keep yelling at these punk boys to quit throwing balls down from the third floor. And to top off that day, a little boy went up on the orange hump (where he's not suppose to climb anyways) and peed. Amen.
I do love kids, honestly I do, but days like this make me want to raise my child correctly and not leave them to the hands of someone else whenever I deem that I need a break. Kids nowadays are rude and misbehavers. Good thing it's only a summer job because I don't think I could take saving kids' lives while their parents text on their cell phones forever.
Moral of this day: Children's Museums are not daycares. (But if you want to drop me an extra $20 when you walk in my gallery, I may change my mind.)
Cheers!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Send Me to Wabash and Call Me a Sheep
Over the years, I've been a hit and miss blogger. I remember the cool thing to do in high school was to have a Xanga account, but that was silly adolescent bullshit. Then I tried blogging on other sites, but it never really clicked for me. So, here I am on blogspot, which seems to be the popular website of choice, trying to channel my inner blogger. I really got into blogging when I went away to Italy, so I'm hoping my upcoming changes and relocation to Denver will inspire something.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Cheers.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Cheers.
Labels:
blogging,
Denver,
New Beginnnings
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