Tuesday, August 15, 2006

If there's cheese around, you know it's a good place

So after my race on Sunday, I was reminded of why long races are so amazing. And that is all the free food you receive. It started with the bag you get beforehand, which had a coupon for a free meal @ Chipotle. My mom doesn't eat there so I yoinked hers too, so now that is six free Chipotle tacos if I'm in Columbia, eight if in Chicago.

Then post race, the general rule, well maybe not, but at least the rule I live by, is grab as much as you can get your hands on. Sometimes they even give you a bag for it all. This was not the case in this instance, or else I would have taken more. I was able to cradle in my arms the following:

1 bottle of gatorade
2 bottles of water
2 cliff bars
5 fruit snacks
1 bagel
1 box of raisins
3 packages of organic string cheese
1 banana

And the funny thing I wasn't even hungry.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

An unexpected surprise (just as surprises often are)

My sister's landlady totally cracks me up. When I returned to the apartment from work today, she mentioned that she had been inside to fix something, and meanwhile had straightened things up a bit. This is what she was referring to:

1. drag unused AC unit into hall
2. assemble dirty clothes strewn on bathroom floor into neat little pile
3. wash dishes
4. add additional furnishings to the apartment: microwave stand and rug by kitchen sink
5. take out garbage (from both kitchen and bathroom)
6. line up all shoes into line
7. push my haphazard pile of duffel bag and its contents into corner of room
6. sweep floor, possibly mop as well

For some reason, I do not feel that Joe and Linda will be as on hand when it comes time to clean the VIP Lounge. I guess I will find some way to deal.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Worst Song in the World

What is the big fuss over that stupid Imogen Heap song? Hide and Seek? If you haven't heard it, don't listen. It is so horrible that it hurts my ears. I mean even Kanye doesn't do that to me. He just irritates. But this song makes me shudder. I was really excited about yoinking the Last Kiss soundtrack because there are some stellar artists on it. Fiona Apple, Rufus Wainwright, Snow Patrol, Aimee Mann, Coldplay etc. etc. But now we have Imogen Heapp too. WTF seriously why does this lame song live? I thought I had escaped it after moving out of the dorms - weirdo neighbors would play it really loudly while they were getting ready to go out and party (which even it did not make my ears bleed, I cannot fathom how this would be a getting ready song. It's like about death or something, I am pretty sure) - but alas, no, it is now haunting me. I don't even want to discuss this anymore, it is making me angry.

Monday, August 07, 2006

no title captures it all

After such a hardcore weekend, I feel as though I owe it to the 3, possibly 4 people who read my blog to give them a nice hardcore post of what it was all about. But um… I don't feel like it.

If I were to do such a thing, I would discuss, aside from the three consecutive days of nonstop music, my super fly day @ the lolla lounge, face planting onto an L platform, Wayne Coyne in a bubble, a spectacle of swimming in the Buckingham Fountain, drunk girl whose boyfriend didn't love her, hipster spotting game, etc. etc. But that would take too much time to both type and also to read, and I know that no one has the attention span to take that all in.

So instead, I will mention a brief conversation that took place directly behind drunk girl whose boyfriend didn't love her, while my sister and I were tiredly inhaling the rambunctious tunes of Red Hot Chilli Peppers. She asked me if I was happy to go back to school or if I was sad to leave. At the beginning of the summer, I was telling myself it was only a few months before I was able to go back, ie the answer to that question would have been very obvious. But after those few months spent in a great place with great people, said answer, not so much obvious anymore.