Wednesday, September 17, 2008

David Sedaris... Just Watch It

I Thought This Was Entertaining...

Monday, September 15, 2008


Waking up this morning and going to work was unusually hard... not only had i stayed up all night reading... I had just spent an amazing weekend with 4 amazing girls.  Sunday I went to LA with my 4 besties from college.  We had an amazing time (like always).  This morning I realized that we would never go to school together again... that everything was changing.  It made me really nostalgic... It also made me so happy that none of us had really changed.  We were able to get in the flow of things seamlessly!  I love you girls so much and I am so excited for this next chapter in our friendship!!!  God had truly blessed us!

Why I am tired...

Last night I finished the book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.  It was seriously an amazing book.  I finished it last night at like 1:30, but I  sat in bed and cried for about half on hour after that.  Then I could not sleep.  I have never been so affected by a book.  My heart actually hurt, and I have been thinking about it all day today.  I know my description probably does not make you want to run out and buy this book... but it's worth it.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Epitome of Laziness

Last night I was watching this show about serial killers who have never been caught.  I wouldnt say it scared me, but it definitely stuck with me.  Here is an example.  I was out for a walk tonight when this scary man in a scary truck approached me.  He asked me where the country club was.  I misdirected him (not on purpose, I just shouldnt try to give people directions.)  I was pretty close to home at this point, and I was not moving particularly fast (which is fairly common), when I had flashbacks of the serial killer show.  This one killer, stalked prostitutes who walked around the city at night.  I realize I don't really fit the profile, but it got me scared enough to speed it up!  I walked home so quickly because I was positive he was following me... every set of headlights I saw I walked a little faster.  The moral of the story is... in order for me to get any amount of substantial exercise,  I need to be afraid for me life!  How sad it that.