Updates from recent history:

  • I used my Vegetti for last week’s lunches and this week’s. Here’s a tip: You need at least two zucchinis for 4 small servings. I think it’s better to give yourself like a whole zucchini per meal per person. I used two zuchinis this week for 4 lunches and next week I’d probably add a third. The “zoodles” as the Paleoholics call em’ are delicious though. I sauteed them with a bit of cooking spray, garlic and onion. Some red sauce, chicken sausage and ricotta leaves each lunch at 281 cals (12g carbs, 10g fat, 35g protein, 7g sugar).
  • I went my office gym today. It’s pretty awesome, and not crowded! Plenty of cardio machines, free weights and weight lifting machines, and a private room you can use to do DVD workout sessions with a large projector screen. And hardly anyone was in there… I think I could use the projection room to do my Kayla Itsine’s workout when we start that back up. Also, there are showers and towels and shampoo, conditioner and lotion so I’m all set to workout during lunch without smelling the place up for the rest of the day.
  • There really is something nice about working out mid-day though. It’s nice to get your heart rate up and to separate from the office for a bit, especially on such a nice day as this. I think this will be as good for my mental clarity as it will my body.
  • I like Big Sean, which really shouldn’t surprise you. I love this song and I claim it as my own, because I too am “bleessseedd”.

If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected
Decide what to be and go be it

-The Avett Brothers answered my previous post with this. Sometimes  music is my scripture


The only reason I’m not completely in a terrible mood is because I know that once I finish the assignments in front of me I am home free. Unless I take a winter class (duh, sign up).

So, lettucey (throwback to 15 year old blogging days) what else is there to say other than I read Pablo Nerudo’s book a bit last night and found a lot of fun in trying to figure out the Spanish before going to the English translation. I wonder if I could learn spanish through studying LOVE SONNETS. Would that not make me the hippest romantic on the block?

Speaking of romantics, we are such romantics. Not everyone is, but I am. And a few of my friends are, and it’s like this club where not everyone gets it, but those who do, they really get it. That’s why all this talk of moving is so prevalent through out every month of every year for the past six years. Its the romantic notion of adventure and life and love and the unknown.
What if though, and I’m sorry to have to ask this, but what if you (and that’s a general you) went out there and didn’t get any answers and you were still discontent? Holy hell. THEN WHAT?

But, us romantics, we don’t think that way.

Lady Katherine- by Jason White. This song means something to me. I wish I could be Lady Ché. But I’m really just Ché.

Standing on your balcony in the sky
Trying to think of one reason you should not run.
You thought you saw your innocence driving by,
With your college education riding shot gun.
Ah girl it’s a long way to Heaven and,
it ain’t nowhere near to Greenwich, Connecticut.
You thought you’d be married off at 27,
Guess you’d better forget it.

Oh Lady Katherine,
Queen to be.
Talking Michelangelo over tea and
Lady Katherine, the Queen to be,
It’s back to being just Katie drinking beer with me.

And you were just gunna teach school a year or two,
Til Mr. Pinstripe was ready for a family.
He skipped out, now the ragman is calling you,
And how you gunna fend him off on your salary?
Every world now and then just collapses,
Even when you think you made it to the big top.
I’m here to tell you those momentary lapses don’t ever stop.


Now that the acid rain has rusted out your empire,
Nobody’s standing round and look at all your new clothes.
Ain’t no rubies in your bloody crown of barbed wire,
Ain’t no diamonds in the tears dripping off your nose.
Forget the time you wasted waiting on a good prince,
Forget the many miles you traveled as the crow flies,
It don’t show where the crow left his foot prints around your eyes.


Oh lady Katherine,
Talking Edgar Allen Poe over tea..

It’s back to being Katie drinking beer with me,
She’s just Katie to me.

its time to get out of the desert and into the sun

Crest. Horizon. New Day. These are words I want to refrain from using in the upcoming 2009 blog post.

I hope to recognize myself better sometime in 2010. I still feel like it’s 2008. Where did the last year go?

Have i failed?

The Format’s “On Your Porch” always brings tears to my eyes. It always has. I think it’s the idea of my parent’s recognizing that I try, and the idea that I can never fail to them, and the acknowledgment that it’s been rough.

cause whats left to lose,
i’ve done enough
and if i fail, well then i fail, but i gave it a shot
and these last three years,
i know they’ve been hard
but now its time to get out of the desert and into the sun
even if it’s alone

Tell everyone who needs to know, we are heading North.

I guess the crazy switch has gone on. I just decided not to initiate hanging out anymore, and so it’s been a week. Haha, and the fact that I even did that means the crazy has started to creep in. It was only a matter of time.

I like how I refer to every emotion that isn’t splendid as craziness. I’m probably doing myself an injustice.

I just don’t care. I think I wish I did, because I miss caring about someone, but I just haven’t found anyone to care about yet. In other news, I am in love with Scott Avett. He is what my dream guy looks like honestly. Reminds me of ol Barrett Dodd. Thats who I am looking for. Scott Avett (clean shaven)

I like this song because it’s good.

November Blue- The Avett Brothers

If I weren’t leavin’, would I catch you dreamin’
And if I weren’t gonna be gone now, could I take you home
And if I told you I loved you, would it change what you see
And if I was staying, would you stay with me
And if I had money, would it all look good
And if I had a job now, like a good man should
And if I came to you tomorrow, and said let’s run away
Would you roll like the wind does, baby would you stay

My heart is dancin’, to a November tune
And I hope that you hear it, singing songs about you
And I sing songs of sorrow, because you’re not around
See, babe I’m gone tomorrow, Baby follow me down

I don’t know why I have to, but this man must move on
I love my time here, didn’t know ’til I was gone
November shadows, shade November change
November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains
November spells sweet memory, the season blue remains

Your yellow hair is like the sunlight, however sweet it shines
Bit by the cold of December, I’m warm beside your smile

Oh lady, tell me I’m not leaving, you’re everything I dreamed
I’m killing myself thinking, I’ve fallen like the leaves
I’m killing myself thinking, I’ve fallen like the leaves