one hundred. twenty one.

it's a friday night.

i am 21.

my plans are:

run

do taxes with my mom and brother

crochet

read my book

maybe watch a movie

what a lamewad.

one hundred. twenty.

worked at the restaurant today.

i love this weather and how

all the business people near my work take their lunch breaks

to walk around, down the street

their nice pants & blazers flapping in the breeze.

they look a little out of place

walking around in clean, pressed work clothes

in dirty streets,

patterned ties not staying but flying up in mens faces.

ladies tugging fitted pencil skirts down.

when they arrive to eat lunch at the restaurant

& come to place their order

i notice that those tight-lipped accountants & worried assistants

have smoothed the lines on their foreheads,

managing a brief smile.

Running has been going pretty well.

Every time i bring up running to a friend their response is something along the lines of

"Running is simple, i am amazing and could run for 72 hours straight without stopping."

This makes me question my entire life.

I honestly had no idea running could be so easy for some people because for me it's really just super challenging. & always has been. I used to be fast when I was younger, but then we only had about 4 neighbors in Wisconsin to compare to. Now it's honestly just mind blowing when I think of average, everyday friends being able to run lengthy distance or extremely fast times. It's as if they are telling me they are capable of time travel or something.

Even some old guy who is a customer at work told me he runs a 10k pretty regularly. And he is OLD.

Speaking of time travel, I recently watched The Time Travelers Wife, which also made me question my life.

Not seriously, but that movie was just so sad. I thought it was going to be terrible, like the first chapter or so of the book that I struggled through before I gave up. But not at all. Firstly, I am a fan of that actress [Rachel something?]. Secondly, I just experienced many heart-wrenching moments while watching. Also, I was strangely elated to hear the voice of the fellow when he called after the movie was over, because I knew we were both stationed quite firmly in time & not liable to suddenly relocate to forty years in the future.

Another life evaluation topic would be how I am reading "Crazy Love" and enjoying it much more than I ever thought I would & how it's making me think a lot about how I spend my time, where I put my money and how I treat my family/friends/everyday people I come in contact with. Read it so that we can talk about it & you can tell me what you think.

It's late. I need to run tomorrow before I visit a book sale with my sister, so I need to get up at a decent time.

Tomorrow is Saturday.

I wish I was 10 and still pumped for Saturday Morning Cartoons.

one hundred. nineteen.

I currently cannot get enough of:
"Much Farther To Go" by Rosie Thomas
"I and Love and You" by The Avett Brothers
"Complainte de la Butte" by Rufus Wainwright

I'm not entirely sure what Rufus Wainwright is singing because the majority of it is in French, so he could be speaking profanities...however the song is so fantastic.

merely stretching my back out yesterday has severely limited my mobility today. i'm walking around like the hunchback of notre dame. it's a terrible feeling.

I have begun obsessive planning for my modernish dance class for the spring. I can't believe Cinderella is over & I'm already moving on to the next thing. There's not time to mull over the fact that a show I spent months working on is finished. It's strange though, to be at the end of that road and look back, see what I wished I had done differently, things that I'll miss.

Today I gave my new car, Hugo Duncan [most commonly referred to by his middle name] a little bath. He really looks striking now. I spilled a jamba smoothie like an idiot on his clean, tan interior the other day and left purple blobs. Don't worry, Curt, I'll clean it up. [Curt is obsessed with car cleanliness & vents that are perfectly lined up. If I punched him in the face and then spilled chips in his truck, he'd be more upset about the chips. True story.]

Now would be a nice time to visit Ireland.