The Dayton run is off. I have been battling bronchitis and an upper respiratory tract infection. Too bad b/c I ran my butt off the last two weeks, so I would totally have been ready. But I’ve also come to the sudden, very sad realization that I am flat broke. Paying the entry fee would have been a sacrifice and I would have had to sleep in my car. I’ll just stay home and commemorate the accords by doing homework and drinking the last Karlovacko I have in my fridge.
Archive for April, 2008
I wish. Not really, because then I’d have buy new shoes like every other day.
Last year, before I decided to spend a semester sicker than a dog, I had made this crazy goal to run a race a month, preferably one race per city. Like I said, I was sick and failed miserably at that goal. I ran a race in Detroit and another one in Northern California and then I was done.
I’m not committing to run a race a month b/c it seems like whenever I commit to something it never works, but I am announcing the next race in which I’ll be competing:
Some of you may be wondering why I would go to Dayton, Ohio, to run a 5k. Others, like me, may be asking why would you go to Dayton, Ohio, to end a war and stop genocide. Why ask why? That’s what I say.
It is a random cause, but a cause close to my heart. I’d love to have anyone join me. It would be a killer road trip. And remember…there’s always free Gatorade, bananas and really creepy/nasty energy bars.
Seriously, think about coming with. Or meeting me there. I think I am going to try to recruit people from school to go with too. Fun times!
1. The Office…Until last night, I had never seen a single episode of The Office. Thanks to Netflix, I can watch on my computer whenever I want. If there’s actually anyone else left out there who’s not seen it, you must watch it.
2. My roommate…we were having an obscenely theological discussion in a class yesterday. A third of the folks were fully engaged, the rest were totally confused. At one point my roommate tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to find her with her ear pressed into her travel coffee mug, a blank stare on her face, saying “Shh…I can hear the ocean.”
I went grocery shopping last night. I didn’t really need much besides milk and juice and some mouth wash and moisturizer. There were a lot of things on sale – namely store brand beverages – so my cart was quickly filled with things like sparkling water, diet cola, flavored sparkling water, and drink mix in addition to the necessary milk and OJ. I also threw in a couple packs of Sponge Bob Square Pants Go-Gurt. (for my friends living abroad, that’s yogurt you suck out of a tube. it’s good.)
As I was placing my purchase up on the conveyor belt for the cashier, I joked that I had no food – just beverages and some toiletries. He laughed. I laughed. Then I said, “oh, nope…I got some go-gurt., but I don’t know if that counts because you suck it out of a tube.”
Then while scanning my mouth wash he said…
“Yeah…and you know that when you’re sucking stuff out of a tube you have to have fresh breath and good skin to do it.”
I have no idea if that was the most unsolicited piece of advice about my sex life that I’ve ever gotten or if the poor guy didn’t realize what he was saying until it was too late, but I was dying on the inside. I couldn’t even look at him. I laughed a little bit, he laughed a little bit. Then he suddenly stopped laughing – either because he realized what he had just said and was totally humiliated or he suddenly realized that that kind of innuendo isn’t necessarily an appropriate exchange between the cashier and the customer.
Either way, I thought it was hysterical. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to eat my Sponge Bob go-gurt though,