Hello Everyone (minus Oprah, the Pope, and Barack Obama for I am not worthy enough for them to read my blogs...yet),
Today is a glorious day! Why..you ask? Well my dear friends, I officially moved out of my dorm. EVERYTHING IS GONE..well minus the excessive amount of Honey Bunches of Oats crumbs I left all over the place (I really hope we don't get fined for them!). One may wonder why exactly is this 19 year old girl excited to leave solitude of her air conditioned dorm to be confined in a hot, old house with a 9 year old who swears up and down that she knows every piece of information ever able to be known (including why men have nipples). I'm excited because that means I'm done with school for the summer, so I actually have time to BLOG!! So here begins my promise...a blog a day (like Julie...you know from "Julie and Julia" except I won't be eating Chicken a la Turd and all those other disgusting French recipes.)
So here begins your daily dose of Emily for May 7th, 2010. I promise you will be amused if you promise to read :) Alright, so this morning I wake up...like most people do I guess...I really do promise I will amuse you. Anways, I had clothes from my dorm to Abraham (my car..for those of you who haven't read previous blogs); it was enough clothes to create one of those awesome giant parachutes that we used to use in gym class...as a matter of fact, I would probably walk around naked just to turn my clothes into one of those parachutes. So, I was sweating like my brother when he ties his shoes by the time I got to lunch. It was Colin and I's last lunch together for the year in Marbeck...I cried like a baby...NOT...I wasn't happy...I wasn't sad. Because I am just going to eat the same thing everyday at home...just like I ate the same thing everyday in Marbek. A hummus sandwich..an apple...golden grahams...and a cookie. I am a creature of habit.
My afternoon was ever so boring, so I decided to run. I run everyday so it wasn't really a decision. I get to the YMCA and head for the locker room so I can put my keys in locker #13 (steal Abraham...I dare you!) Once I am in the weight room, I do my 2:13 stretch/walk routine on the second treadmill, and then I set off for my five miles. I usually watch Oprah; no one makes you want to run five miles more than Oprah...well except for Dr. Phil ("This is gonna be a changing day in your life!") I forgot to turn it on Oprah before I started running, but I got something even better...JERRY SPRINGER. Can I just tell you how much fun it is to watch Jerry Springer in closed captioning...here is a sample of what some of the closed captioning looked like..."You [bleeping] dirty midget loving [bleep]. I hope your [bleeping] [bleep] falls off inside that [bleeping] [bleep]'s [bleep]." It was so great. It was like playing Mad Libs with midgets and chunky people. Anyways, my mom calls at about the 2 mile mark to tell me there are tornado watches (yes...I answer the phone while running.) The sky looked extremely wicked...I was kind of scared. The YMCA weightroom has like 9 windows right in front of the treadmills. It's both a blessing and a curse. It's wonderful to be able to watch birds feed their young and dandelions grow while running. But it is also very embarassing for everyone in the parking lot to be able to see me sweating my nonexistent balls off. But just as I hang up the phone, a tornado touched down about 100 yards from the windows. It grabbed a yoga mat out of an elderly woman's hand and threw it through the window to knock out the man on the treadmill beside me. Ok that didn't really happen, but wouldn't that have been awesome?!
O man! It felt so good to blog again! Here's to an amazing summer!
Keep Letting it Be,
Em
i just have one question. why were there honey bunches of oats crumbs all over if you only eat hummus, apples, golden grams and a cookie? and lmao, i was amused!
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