This one is a longin'

This morning I thought it was a good idea to get up at 6 AM and run outside to the gym and then workout at the gym and then run home. Because you know I’m sooooooooo busy with my couch life and all (which ends Monday and I’m a little upset about that…but I like money so whatevs). I went outside and it was 44 degrees out AND RAINING! It was effing raining (that was the first time I wanted to die), just the smell of cold early morning reminded me of the March morning practices we had for Crew. I had a slight flashback of rowing through ice chunks on the inlet and Becky (coach) being like “Row slow, lots of ice.” Like that wasn’t a clue that it wasn’t normal to be out there dodging ice chunks. So my sister and I start the run and in order to make the right mileage to get to the gym, we actually had to pass by our street again (that was the second time I wanted to die). As I’m running along listening to my “Winter Training 2008” mix from last year a song comes on and I have a flashback of 8 ergs lined up on sliders, the boathouse windows fogged up, and us rotating between 20 minute pieces and weights. So we finish our run at the gym, do some good weights and decide it’s time to go home. At this time I realize, I have RUN back home (this is the third time I wanted to die) Now my gym is only like 1 mile from my house, but I’ve just killed myself running to the gym and then I did weights, I just wanted to osmosis back into my bed. Let me mind you when I woke up this morning I was actually warm in my bed, like I had to stick an arm out of the covers! For those of you that live in the south…say Florida?....you are probably like wow what a wuss its like 80 today….YEAH WELL ITS COLD UP HERE IN THE NORTHERN PARTS OF THE COUNTRY! And as I entered my house and went into my room, I saw my bed, and Spout (my stuffed Elephant…yes I am aware that I am 22), and ALL I wanted to do was climb in bed and fall back asleep. This was about the fourth time I wanted to die. I got up this morning and wanted to die four times in like an hour and a half!!! I think for my health I shouldn’t get up early and run anymore, I’ll save it for the evening hours. Really I’m slightly concerned for myself.

So when my sister got home from work last night, she saw my painting and laughed. Now let me fill you in, she’s not really the abstract painting kind of girl. She’s our classy girl, with good taste. She doesn’t like random paintings on our walls, no instead she puts up pictures of places NONE OF US HAVE EVER BEEN. She buys them at Target and Walmart and hangs them on our walls like she or someone she knows went to effing Italy and took those artistic photos. Don’t let her fool you. Now she can match her clothes very well (unlike myself) and she has beautiful handwriting (unlike my chicken scratch), so really if she were to paint, I’m sure she would rock the house at it. So as she’s laughing at it I held it up to her face and said “What the hell are you laughing at, I worked hard at this” Her response… “What election are you living in? Are we trying to elect Bobby Kennedy or something?” Ok good point. I told her I was going between a peace sign or a heart, and she said “You are supposed to be the creative one, peace signs and hearts? That shit is so predictable.” Ok Ok you got my again, but I’m not really that creative, more like disheveled. My brain was just freezing up and I didn’t know what to paint, so I thought I’ll be peacy cause I’m kinda in that mood (peacy=not a word but I like it). So I haven’t decided if I’m going to be sharing this painting with you. Maybe I will sometime so you can all appreciate my first painting more! My sister brought up a good point this morning, I have yet to come up with a way to sign my artwork. I think she may have brought this up to make fun of me, but it’s a good point, I need to get on that.

...ok fine you've convinced me to share my painting with you...but keep in mind...I'M GOING TO REVAMP IT AND IT WILL LOOK BETTER....its ok to laugh out loud..i will not be offended

Ok so out of my family, my mom and dad are normal, my sister is the classy one of the family, my younger brother is like good at anything and everything (I refer to him as “The Prince”), and well every family has a crazy one, so that leaves me. I have yet to figure out why I’ve been dubbed the crazy one, my mother says I live outside the box (hence the name) when everyone else is in the box. I still don’t get it. So when I went to the gym yesterday, I happened to grab my bright orange “Beat The Cocks” t-shirt. When my sister saw this she didn’t want anything to do with me. She said “I can’t believe you wearing that to the gym” (FYI: I got it in Clemson, SC last year on spring break, there rival is the USC Gamecocks so it makes sense. Plus its really funny!!!)

I drove home today to take care of some things before my job starts on Monday. In order to pass the hours upon hours I have what I call….a concert. I rock out to anything and everything rock-outable. My music is up at high as it goes (which causes my ears to ring once I get out of the car), and pretend that I am actually in concert with whoever is playing on my ipod. I mean anything from Shaggy, Dixie Chicks, Faith Hill, Rascal Flatts, Ja Rule, John Mayer, Neyo, Danity Kane, Pussycat Dolls etc. And I wonder whyyyyyyyyyy my family thinks I’m a lunatic…

*ALWAYS BELIEVE*