Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Chicago Life

Yesterday we bought a rug. Currently Chris and I share ownership of silverware, glasses, silverware holder, dish towels, a dish drainer, a table and chairs, a broom, and now a rug. There might be more to that list. Anyway, our apartment is really looking lovely.

Today is his birthday.

Happy Birthday Chris.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Hope

When Amy Popp moved to Seattle she signed up for a marathon so as to get to know other people, stay active, and do something beneficial.
I still feel like I cheated myself by not running the marathon that I started to train for.
Ok. So. I was looking at the "team in training" website and the Chicago Marathon website thinking that maybe I could try the same path. While team in training is a nice thing and all it's really just not my cause. Do you understand what I mean when I say that? I mean cancer sucks and it's all around us but it's not the cause that I can put my whole heart behind. So I looked at this whole other list of charities that runners support for the marthon and I found something really neat. This organization called "Inspiration Corporation," and they are fighting to end homelessness. Cool. So I was reading about them thinking that if I was really to do this I would have to make sure I understand who I am supporting. So these people are way cool. They also had a job posting, and I applied (which I am totally hopeful about but don't know if i should be). You should really check them out www.inspirationcorp.org.
Pray for me. Pray that I would be motivated and start running. Also pray that maybe I get looked at for this job.
k thanks.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Turning Around

I think that I am going to write to Oprah. Obviously (like everyone else) I say I am going to do many things that I never do... like run a marathon (there is still hope and a lot of time to train), or Teach for America (I was rejected), move to Alaska (Amy didn't either), graduate (a little sensitive), and save all of the children of the world (Oprah and I both have a savior complex).

What would I write to Oprah about? Well I would ask her for a temporary job until I can pay off my college debt and move to Africa so that I may teach in one of her schools... of course. I know that is really far fetched... but it's not like I have a lot of skills... so how else am I going to get to these places that I want to go?

I would still like to run a marathon. I don't want to move to Alaska or any other location right now. I would still love to Teach for America, but I need a degree for that.

I will write my paper. It shows up on my to do list every day.

So today it will go:
1.) post blog
2.) write Oprah
3.) write a little on my thesis

that should last me until the day is over.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Big City Gal

Everyone has the capability of getting annoyed with themselves, correct? I mean it's not just me who hears a really obnoxious squeak escape their lips and wishes instantly to suck it back in... right? I mean, I know it's not just me. I had this friend in Akron named Jillian (she still exists their without me and we are still friends so the past tense is really not right here) and she was constantly asking me if I was annoying her or saying things like "God I am so annoying." (She probably would not have said God). Carrie too! She was another friend in Akron that did this... so I guess my questions at the beginning of this post are silly because I do know the answer... it was maybe just a sad attempt at an introduction that sucked you in... yeah right.

Anyway. I have been extremely annoyed with myself lately. Mostly it has been caused by doing nothing but spend time alone in front of the t.v. If you have ever lived with me, you may understand that doing nothing all day will send me into period-like mood swings. Chris loves those by the way. I think he is really falling in love with my fall asleep in the living room and wake up screaming at him routine.

So to stop this being annoyed with myself hole that I have sunken into, I started making to do lists. Each morning I wake up, think about them, decide to watch Oprah first ( on at 9am ), eat some breakfast, decide to watch more t.v., get a call from Colleen (pretend to sound hopeful about the day), watch a little more t.v., make Chris get up, more watching, lunch break, think about the to do list, ignore anything that I could possibly do until 7:30 pm at night... that is if you call this productive.

I am making myself stay up and do something tonight! YOu should hold me accountable.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Lazy Days

I have reasons to be lazy! Not only am I endulging in my laziness and constantly telling myself it's ok to be lazy... I am also feeling guilty because I know my reasons are all lies that lazy people tell themselves so that they can be even more lazy.

Here's the truth. I work a lot when I have a job or two, and that is a fact not one of those lies that I have been lying to myself with. However it's still not a good reason to be lazy... why? Because I am not freaking a work-a-holic... I think to be one of those you have to live for your job... and I don't. I am not addicted to work... it just makes me feel worthwhile. I am and have always been very good at relaxing... therefore we cannot call this little vacation from working... a good break. Another thing that might be a good reason... I have a little less than a month before the Starbucks thing will come through, so why not just chill out until then. Hi. I haven't even spoken to a Starbucks store manager here about a transfer so could I really be sure of this...no. Another thing is that I have bad cramps and am perioding... now this actually could be a good excuse... for maybe two days.

So, I am being lazy for no good reason and should be working on my resume right now and not writing in this blog... admit it... you missed my annoying pissing and moaning.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I Gave Up On You

I just recently moved to Chicago. Every time I move somewhere new, I start this weird depression thing all over again which in reality is lonliness and a feeling that looks like not ever doing anything productive. It always works out for the best and I find my ground and I find people and get happy... but starting all over again again... is exhausting. Instead of just feeling those feelings, I am anticipating feeling those feelings. Waiting is a bitch.

I moved here to be with Chris... duh. So that part is really great... I am just waiting for him to get sick of me and realize how extremely lazy I actually am.

Have you seen the new Front Room? I have. Umm maybe you should decide for your self. I actually went to Athens to tie up some lose ends and received the enourmous blessing of working at the Coffee Cup for a couple of days. I don't know if you have ever served, but it gives you this really satisfying feeling knowing that you have the power to give someone exactly what they want. Serving is a high. It makes you arrogant. In the same way that Starbucks does. Also when I was in Athens I canceled my car insurance... woohoo without a car again! Back to the FR thing... I went in to the new Baker Center to find Tim Hogan and as I was climbing up the escalator I saw a familiar face ahead of me. It was really that face that you wish could always welcome you back to Athens. Of course he smiled real big like, waved and said goodbye to his friends so he could greet me at the end of the ascent. Jim Harris hugged me and escorted me to the Froom and I mostly just furrowed my brow until I saw Patti McSteen and David Urano sitting close to the fireplace. It's not the same of course, but it didn't even carry the same feel. It lost its soul... so much for letting you judge. If you like clean, well lit, pretty-ish places... you might like it.

Umm so, I don't know that anyone reads this and I know that my friends in Akron definitely do not know that this page exists, but this is my tribute to them.

I am afraid to call the people I just left because I am afraid that I grew more attatched to them than they to me. I miss the people of Akron right now... and maybe even the city. I love you all.