it's storming and so i'm wanderin'

It's been over 48 hours since I pulled whatever I pulled in my knee. I am so sad. I can't even walk without pain, so there's no question of running. After work, I came straight home, took out my contacts, and went to sleep at 5:30. I woke up three hours later, weak from lack of food, put some leftover pizza in the oven. Yes, the same pizza from over a week ago. Still eating it.

I talked with a random indie musician kid at work today. Oh the idealistic no responsibilities, fight the power type of guy. Talk to me in 3 years and if you haven't matured, you're a lost cause. I get the urge to fight "corporate America," but you need to accept the fact that there is a system and stop concentrating on rebellion. That's so selfish. I think many boys go through this phase - it's one giant red "I'm immature" flag.

Headed to my parents' for Memorial Day weekend. Goals - healing my knee, summer work clothes shopping only if Mom takes me, and groceries.

Heard this song on a car commercial, and I think she covered Aretha very well:

i've been wishing

My knee wasn't feeling 100% percent. I shouldn't have run 2 days in a row. Even if I did, I shouldn't have run the downhills.
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But of course I did. The result? At the 1.8 mile mark, I stopped because we had to cross the road. Couldn't get started again. Had to walk. C and L came back for me. I walked back to my building, but I could already feel the twinges of pain in my right knee when walking downhill. I came home, showered, and put ice on it. I mostly dread waking up tomorrow.  I definitely can't run until Friday. And why risk injuring myself when I have to go to a party on Saturday? I'll walk 3 miles on Friday and see how it goes.

Sigh. Drinking sangria, watching TV, and doing laundry now.

I've been saying I need a roommate. And it might come true. Change is scary and I'd have to shape up around the house a bit, but I've been wishing, so why not?

The janitor kid is creeping on me. Twice, he's sort of whispered a compliment as I passed him in the hallway, but it's so quiet that I can't tell for sure. Should I be worried? 3 strikes and you're out, dude.

I found a quarter in the parking lot at work as I was limping to my car. Then I drove home, parked, and found a dime. What is God trying to tell me?

swings, snakes, sunblock: hush

Sunday I did some (more) thrift shopping. Goodwill > Village Thrift. For $24, I picked up a sugar bowl, a Corelle plate, 2 dresses, 1 skirt, and a book by Carol Shields. I'm still in on my pastel kick and trying to get clothes with prints. My other goal is to avoid getting a summer farmer's tan, caused by running in capsleeve t-shirts. Piling on the sunblock doesn't prevent tanning.

Ran today, just two people. We were hissed at by geese and saw a black snake crossing the road. Lots of nature for a work campus. We also swung on swings in the woods at the 1 mile mark. I felt sick after a while - so disappointing! The swings were my ish as a kid. Even now, whenever I see them, I am there.

Do I still have a crush on CH? I don't know. I might only want to have a crush. But I want a lot of things. I want a Sephora close to me. I want a better complexion. I want to chill with friends on a hot day over beer. I realize people join groups to connect with other people (I'm going to try softball tomorrow). Just who is it that we're all searching for?

the horror pizza

Today was the horror day at work. I knew it would be like this. Yeah, happy hour didn't happen. And I only got to run for like 6 minutes right before the gate closed. It's just as well - I need another rest day for my left knee especially. I started working at 8am and finished 6:30 = 2 extra hours. I didn't take a real lunch break. Basically 10 hours of staring at the computer, broken up by trips to the bathroom.

Of course I cracked when I got home ordered pizza. The best deal was 2 medium pizzas... so now I have way too much pizza. Hello lunch and dinner for the next week. I'm definitely going to gain weight now. And thanks to the pizza standards I got from Bud, I didn't even enjoy it much - not enough sauce.

Krusty Krab pizza is the pizza for you and me

Side note - I am still crushing on C, despite really trying not to. I don't think he's smooth enough to say the right thing the percentage of the time that he keeps saying the right thing.

James approves

I made a game plan at work today, so I was able to get done as much as I expected. I've become obsessed with bikes. Outside my building, there are two bicycles that anyone can use to ride anywhere on campus. I want to bike to building 1 and buy some organic sea salt chocolate. Unfortunately, I didn't try to until lunch, so all the bikes were taken. 200+ people work in my building, so it's no surprise. I will ride one of those bikes though. I will!

Instead of running ( since my knees feel like the horror today), I hopped on the parkway, No traffic because it was 4:30. Love love loved that. I went Village Thrift a few miles from my apt, which I can't believe I hadn't gone to yet. I wanted some pretty work shirts in light colors, but I came away with a pair of Ann Taylor Loft jean shorts ($5.90) and a gorgeous vase ($1.90). I'm a 4 in Loft pants/skirts, which I know because I have about 7 skirts from there. Not sure if I like Village Thrift store or the local Goodwill better.  I'll try my luck at the Goodwill later this week and hope the clothing prices are lower. Verdict forthcoming.

They are basically these shorts, which cost $39.50.

Today is the one year anniversary of me being in the same room as James Morrison. Yes, at his concert. What a good day that was last year.

James approves.