Thursday, March 31, 2011

I ran 60 miles this month.


DISCLAIMER: on an elliptical. people love to jump down my throat when I use the word ran, but really, ellipsed is not a word, and they havent done anything this month.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I am now officially an adult that buys her CTA pass a month in advance electronically with her paycheck in order to save fifteen dollars. A big step up from where I was before this - pumping five dollars of change into the card machine every day so that I could get downtown and make twenty five dollars.

My pass came in the mail this morning, tucked inside a fake mens wallet. It was totally adorable, and I have no doubt that the other 50% of the cards distributed were sent out in pretend womans wallets.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I just found out that Demetri Martin is doing a book signing in my building on May 12th.

I was thinking of giving him this collage and getting him to sign a document promising to go on several dates with me .

Monday, March 21, 2011

I started my morning by accidentally telling someone that they could 'just make that check out to the University of Illinois.'

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Hail to the Orange

I made a 'Dreams Come True' bracket. It has Syracuse going all the way to the championship - until they are taken out by Illinois, of course. I just want to see the Syracus orange in as many games as possible.

In my real bracket I have NC going all the way. Clearly still traumatized.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Friday, March 11, 2011

I bought these boots with a coupon and now I sound like a little pony when I walk down the halls at work.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Today I decided to treat myself to a smoothie after my traumatic lunch - I thought that a deep fried hot dog was going to be a corn dog, but actually its just a regular hot dog that looks like its been sitting on the counter for 60 days.

After I paid for my drink, a woman walked in and stole a handful of cash out of the tip jar. Totally shocking, right? Whats more shocking is that I yelled at her a lot before she left. I asked her if she was really going to steal it and told her that that was completely horrible and that other people worked really hard all day for that money.

At other points in my life I doubt that I would have been strong enough to stand up for myself and certainly not for another person. Like most things, it relates directly to a scene in the movie You've Got Mail. The part I'm talking about is at the one minute mark, but you can watch the rest of the scene just for fun.


I dont know at what age I realized that this was a skill that I needed and didn't have, but I'm sure I was really young.
I felt like it was not only a feat for me to react this way today, but also a triumph for all the times throughout my childhood that I was not able to do so. Fittingly, I'm pretty sure I used the phrase, 'That's really mean.' so I guess that my five-year-old self was fully represented through my vocabulary and probably also the pitch of my voice. Not to pat myself on the back too hard, I'm sure that if she had pulled out a knife - and by pulled out a knife, I mean looked at me in the face while I was talking - I am sure I would have stopped talking.



speaking of treats.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011