evie's camera makes me want a better camera. when she takes pictures of breakfast, it looks like the cover of gourmet magazine. when i take pictures of breakfast it looks like breakfast. which can be grim.
i'm running again. full speed. it's coming along slowly. i've started doing it at six in the morning instead of six at night, which is surpirsingly far more refreshing. i'd like to run a half marathon this year, but the idea kind of terrifies me. then again, so did a triathlon. so i should just shut up and do it.
i feel like i'm supposed to be having an identity crisis right now, but i'm too tired to even bother.
i don't think i could stand to keep this current job for more than three years. ok, maybe four. but after that, no way. i honestly can't even imagine having the same career for the rest of my life. i don't even really do the same thing everyday.
i drive to different meetings, different hospitals. i think it's just the 8 to 5 thing that really gets me.
i sound like my mother, but i mean it when i say that when i get home, i'm just done with the day.
tonight i planned to work out. instead i ate sugar cookies, painted my toenails and re-watched the best episodes of buffy. not very productive.
if winter wasn't so god damned long i'd be outside every night. i defy you, awful ohio winter.
i'm quitting hip hop class. i'm fed up with my 23 year old skinny, narcissistic teacher. she's always saying things like "my boyfriend can do this crazy sick move..." i'm not interested. she wastes my cardio time by talking about how fat she looks in the mirror. she weighs about 110 and she's my height. yeah, fuck that girl. we're through.
so now i'm off to investigate other marysville activities. the offerings are surprisingly diverse.
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