Whatever Doesn't Kill Me...

I decided that it would be a really great idea to go for a run during my lunch break today since I didn't think that I would be able to find the time to work it in later. While it seemed like a great idea at the time, I forgot to figure in that I am still not feeling 100%. My throat decided to get really angry and just close on me a couple of times, which was fun. I would be running around just fine and then BAM, I could no longer breath. So I would cough up some flem and keep going. It was...fun, and by fun I mean horrible but that is done now. It is now time for me to sit at my desk, scan documents, enter id numbers and stare at a the plain camel colored wall in front of me. In an attempt to make my corner seem more inviting, I have started posting sticky-notes of motivational quotes. Unfortunately the quotes have begun to get more and more strange, such as "whatever doesn't kill me, just hurts me eve more so...that's fine" and "words, can you swim without them?" And then they just get depressing, like "even though I'm happy you have finally found yourself, I miss the person we believed you were," and "too bad dark languages rarely survive..." So I sit in the corner staring at brightly colored post-its that should be motivating me but rather have more of an emotionally draining effect. But this is it...my life for forty hours a week.

Who Would You Do?

For some reason this is a game that my friends and myself have been playing a great deal lately. And while most of them mention men who the world deams a suitable choice of whom one would enjoy spending a night of passion with, mine does not. For some reason I am always the first to respond and my answer is always Jonathan Goldstein. Out of all the people in world, I choose a 41-year-old Canadian Jew with a high pitched monotone voice who hosts the radio program WireTap. I cannot help but find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with the stories he tells. There is so much love in the way that he describes relationship between Mary and Joseph. Or the short trying to describe love without saying the word love. I would also like to point out that the music that is used in background is amazing! Because of this love for his writing and storytelling, I have found my crush moving from these writings and to the person writing them. It is bad. I find myself falling asleep to his voice most nights (I am not sure if this is a complement or an insult)
What I can't figure out is if I would actually "do" Jonathan Goldstein or just force him to talk to me for a night. Because my mother might read this and I work at a University that asked me to agree to their moral code of conduct which explicitly states that I do not agree with pre-marital sexual relationships, let me say that instead of "do" it is more "who would you like to spend an extended period of time with having completely appropriate conversation over coffee, in public and there would be no touching."

Day 3

I am now into day three of flu. I was able to make it into work for a couple of hours this morning, but had to come home a little after the half way point. On the drive home, I tried to make a list of things that I could do so that I would not feel like such a loser. I was going to put on my stretchy pants, work on the leg warmers I am knitting, fold my laundry, shower, clean my room, call my mom (actually this one was added later when I realize that being sick is no fun when your mom is not here to take care of you), and maybe watch some horrible daytime TV. I only got to put on the stretchy pants and then crashed on the couch...for four hours. This has pretty much been my life, wake up, attempt to go to work, maybe make it there for a few hours, come home, put on stretchy pants, attempt to do something to make myself not feel like a loser, give up and take a nap. I drew a picture to illustrate my tough decision as to whether I should take a nap or knit. I chose nap by the way. Also I am well aware that the Zs are all backwards, I actually had to take a picture of the picture I drew so that messed everything up

Theraflu and Maury

I am sick and left me tell you, it is not a good as I thought it would be. I thought that it would be a good time to catch up on laundry and get some knitting done. But instead I just want to stay in bed all day. Yesterday I went to work, stayed their for about an hour and a half before heading home, crawling into bed and staying there until 6 o'clock when I headed out for some medicine, and then got back in bed. Today I have felt quite a bit better, but I am still burning up! So far the only positives of this sickness has been the Theraflu and Maury, which makes me feel both satisfied and classy.

Mary Kate and Ashley

Despite the fact that I am now 22, living on my own, and have a college degree, I can't seem to ween myself off of horrible Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen movies. While working today, I got the sudden and undeniable urge to watch Billboard Dad. Though it is a horrible movie, I could not stop myself from spending 90 mins watching this MK & A classic. One positive that came from all this is I am no longer considering the possibility of wear overalls

You and I

by ju

You are
delicious
And I am
greedy.
You are
generous
And I am
needy.
You are
experienced
And I am
learning.
You are
flammable
And I am
burning.

Vegetarian

So lets face facts: I can stand to lose a few pounds...and by a few I mean about 20. So I want to do this in a way that I feel good about. I have started running almost daily (7 miles on Saturday what, WHAT!) but my eating habits are still on the shit side. So I am going to give up meat yet again, but this time I am going to try my best to avoid noodles and large quantities of bread. Since the last time I went veg consisted of pasta or pizza for every meal, I have concluded that things must change. I spent the majority of the morning looking up vegetarian food blogs in order to inspire myself to follow a healthier way of eating. So tonight, if I find a ride to the grocery store, I am going to make Indian style cabbage. Yum...hopefully