I miss...

Skipping class because, eh, I'm just not feeling it today.
Free football games and the traditions that go along with it.
Sunday night dinners with friends.
Someone who opens and closes doors for me.
Weekly happy hours and the gossip that goes along with it.
Spin classes after class.
Getting dressed up for silly parties.
Laughing so hard that my stomach hurts.

I miss being a student.

My Current Mood...

Race for the Roses 2011

While I've definitely looked better, it's always a nice feeling to finish a half-marathon.  It's even nicer when you finish 10 minutes faster than your previous fastest half-marathon time.  :)

A slightly better post-race photo (thanks to the blurring), along with my finisher's medal, which they handed out when you picked up your packet the day before.  Kinda anti-climactic, but I still love adding another medal to the collection...

Quote of the week...month...year?

Never despise small beginnings,

and don't belittle your own

accomplishments.  Remember

them and use them as inspiration

as you go on to the next thing.

When you venture outside your

comfort zone, wherever the starting

point may be, it's kind of a big deal.

~Chris Guillebeau via A Life More Fabulous

Bad Idea...

Here's a thought: if your stomach has been bothering you for the past two days, running is not a good idea. Even if you've been feeling better for the past 6 hours...

I've got a half-marathon to run on Sunday.  Taking it slow for the rest of the week might be a good idea...

Words to Live By When Things Get Tough...

"Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together."

~Elizabeth Taylor

Happiness Is...

The Danger of Gooey Cookies...

Sometimes they fall apart during the trip between the cookie sheet and the cooling tray.  Perfectly formed or not, they still taste delicious...

Sorry...

To the one person that maybe happens to stumble upon this blog, I'm sorry that I haven't been keeping it as up-to-date as I should be.  By the time I sit down in the evening, I have roughly 11 hours of work, an hour or so at the gym, shower, and a slightly disturbing amount of time spent picking out the next day's outfit behind me.  I feel like a bit of a zombie by the time I sit down.

Rough approximation of me by 10 p.m.

And honestly, my life hasn't really been too interesting as of late to warrant many posts.  This weekend, I saw two movies ('Paul' and 'The Lincoln Lawyer') and got a much needed Brazilian Blowout (hair straightening, not some new kind of torturous wax).  I also channeled Martha Stewart and baked a nice big dinner for myself (stuffed red peppers and breaded spicy zucchini sticks) so I can just throw food in to the microwave when I get home from work.

So that's it.  That's my weekend.  That's my life.  It's not incredibly interesting, but I really am going to try and update more often.  If for no other reason than to post things like this:

"Oh just remember, the telephones, well they're workin' them both ways..."

I may or may not be guilty of *slightly* obsessively checking my phone to see if anyone has called.  Maybe it's broken?  Maybe if I stop checking it, it'll actually ring?  Maybe I should just give up?  Sigh...

The Golden Touch

This Song Makes Me Feel Like Good Things Still Could Happen...

Lazy Friday

I remember how back in college, Friday night was a failure if you stayed in.  Especially in Los Angeles, if you couldn't find a party to go to, a restaurant to try out, or an excuse to go walk around The Grove, you were obviously doing it all wrong.  Even in law school, I definitely know I spent more Friday nights at the movies than at home.  It just seemed like what you're supposed to do on a Friday night when you're in school.  Get out, be social.  Do stuff.

Now that I'm a working girl (not that kind of working girl), I find that I actually look forward to getting home from work and just relaxing.  No particular place to go, no one waiting for me to wash off 9 or 10 hours of work off of me in an attempt to look somewhat awake.  Tonight, all I did was come home, make some dinner, hit the gym for a surprisingly brisk 4 mile run on the treadmill, and then spent the rest of the night reading magazines and watching The September Issue (it is New York Fashion Week after all).  No parties, no late night drives home.  Just me, my magazines, a DVD, and my nice, soft couch.

The hustle and bustle can wait for Saturday...

Sometimes a Song Says It Better Than I Ever Could...

Trash TV

I just sat through an hour of "Bridalplasty" on E! and...I feel like there are at least 20 girls (or however many contestants are on the show) that I'm beating at life.  Seriously...

The Week That Wouldn't End...

Maybe it's because I knew I was heading to Eugene straight after work on Friday.  Maybe it was my body still trying to recover after the half-marathon I ran last Sunday.  Maybe it was my insistence on still keeping my regular gym hours despite running 13 + miles in one day.  I just know that this felt like the longest week ever and the weekend doesn't seem like nearly enough time to recover and start all over again on Monday.

I don't want this blog to seem like a depressing montage of my life, which I think it's been dangerously close to veering this past year, but I also don't want to lie.  Am I happy to be working?  Absolutely.  Am I grateful to be working in such a fun office?  You bet!  Is it nice to go grocery shopping without debating whether or not I want to eat rice for an entire week or splurge on a t.v. dinner?  Of course!  But other than that, there isn't much else of note to report.  My friends either live in Eugene or Southern California, neither of which is a short drive (though Eugene is ever slightly more reasonable).  Most of my weekends are spent on my own.  I go see movies by myself, which is fine every now and again, but not all the time.

(And yes, I have heard the, "if you want to make friends, just go out and do it," argument many times before, but really, that's easier said than done.  I also want to be an instant millionaire, so I guess the only thing stopping me is that I'm too lazy to just "go out and do it?")

I keep hoping things are going to turn around.  That my late 20s won't be just work-run-sleep-repeat.  But I'm also realistic and not expecting any miracles...

To end things on a happy note...I'm home for the weekend to celebrate my mom's birthday.  I had dinner tonight with the lovely Kiley and Amanda at Agate Alley in Eugene.  It's funny how you don't realize how much you miss a place until you've been away for awhile (Eugene, not Agate Alley).  Also, the mindless gossip...I think I've missed that the most.

Here's hoping this weekend recharges my batteries a little bit...I could definitely stand to shine a little brighter than the dim glow I've been operating at for the past week...

Mad Hatter

I'd really love to go to a wedding in England one day so I can wear one of those fabulous hats.  Why hasn't the US stolen that trend yet?  The Kentucky Derby doesn't count, those hats just aren't as classy...

Sickness in Reverse

Is it possible for a virus to work in reverse?  I've been sick with a cold since Thursday night, and instead of getting better, each day has just been progressively worse.  I ran 10 miles on Sunday because I thought I was starting to get better, but I think that may have just made it worse.

I just wanna wake up tomorrow morning feeling better, not worse...