Just took a spinning class. My oh my! It was intense.
I decided I'm going to try to live in my bathrobe as much as I can for the rest of the school year.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Oh, My Happy Medium
Since it's "beach season" I think it's time to start thinking about my awful eating habits (the aforementioned pregaming for dinner,) total lack of exercise, and enormous gut. What I want to do, with bike riding and cutting my meals down from five a day to three (plus two small snacks,) is find a happy medium with my gut: see I like my gut. I lack definition and I love it. I don't like how I look pregnant kinda, with my boobs verging on an a-cup. So I want to take my gut in, see if my 34 waistline is still there underneath the grilled cheeses and shamrock shakes...but leave the jiggle.
New Adventures in Public Transportation
I'm sitting in the J and H basement smooshed between two bodies, waiting for midnight pancakes. Bring your own fork! What the fuck? Whatever. This post is about my night.
Danielle asked me earlier if I had ever been to the Melting Pot. I said no. She decided that we would go...tonight. To feast on apples and cauliflower and cheese! Molten, gooey, cheese, melted tableside. Because roughly half of what we do together is eat, I thought it was a great idea. We pregamed in the J and H cafeteria. I think Danielle and I are the only people that pregame for dinner. Then we hopped on the subway down to City Hall, got disoriented in that stupid fucking concourse that goes from city hall to godknowswhere down Market Street. Holy shit. Anyway, melting pot defied my expectations. It seemed like much ado about nothing - carrots, bread, apples and glorious cheese! That part, actually, was awesome, and of course there is the chocolate fondue dessert. Which... well you know, it's melted chocolate and tasty sweet, um... "dippers." Awesome. Ducked into a hotel bathroom like we owned the place, then looking for City Hall Station and/or the C bus, we saw, across JFK boulevard, a white and red school bus. It was the Temple Loop Bus Jawn which we've never taken... so we used our status as students at this great univ. for a free bus ride. It was weird: the driver went through Chinatown and stuff, this really circuitous route until we wound up back on Broad at Vine Street. But it was great to be back on a schoolbus.
Danielle asked me earlier if I had ever been to the Melting Pot. I said no. She decided that we would go...tonight. To feast on apples and cauliflower and cheese! Molten, gooey, cheese, melted tableside. Because roughly half of what we do together is eat, I thought it was a great idea. We pregamed in the J and H cafeteria. I think Danielle and I are the only people that pregame for dinner. Then we hopped on the subway down to City Hall, got disoriented in that stupid fucking concourse that goes from city hall to godknowswhere down Market Street. Holy shit. Anyway, melting pot defied my expectations. It seemed like much ado about nothing - carrots, bread, apples and glorious cheese! That part, actually, was awesome, and of course there is the chocolate fondue dessert. Which... well you know, it's melted chocolate and tasty sweet, um... "dippers." Awesome. Ducked into a hotel bathroom like we owned the place, then looking for City Hall Station and/or the C bus, we saw, across JFK boulevard, a white and red school bus. It was the Temple Loop Bus Jawn which we've never taken... so we used our status as students at this great univ. for a free bus ride. It was weird: the driver went through Chinatown and stuff, this really circuitous route until we wound up back on Broad at Vine Street. But it was great to be back on a schoolbus.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Mixes Made During High School, For High School, About High School by High Schoolers
My friend Allison and I had an amazing, three-volume mix exchange going on between my sophomore and senior year. One of them had Phoenix's "Second to None." I picked up their disc, It's Never Been Like That, and, um, loved it, I guess. Their new song, if you haven't heard yet, is gold.
El is for the Way You Look at Me
Starting out fresh.
So about a month ago I called this 302 number about sub-letting with them this summer... it turned out to be the awkward girl with the purple hair. I was OK with the idea but then after a few weeks of no phone calls from her I decided to make other plans. Then I realized the idea of living with the purple haired girl to begin with was freakin' stupid. Now she's calling me every ten minutes so I can look at the apartment and I don't wanna go!
Going to see I Love You Man instead. So excited.
This is my new blog.
"With a fart, I let out steam."
So about a month ago I called this 302 number about sub-letting with them this summer... it turned out to be the awkward girl with the purple hair. I was OK with the idea but then after a few weeks of no phone calls from her I decided to make other plans. Then I realized the idea of living with the purple haired girl to begin with was freakin' stupid. Now she's calling me every ten minutes so I can look at the apartment and I don't wanna go!
Going to see I Love You Man instead. So excited.
This is my new blog.
"With a fart, I let out steam."
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