today.

Today, the sun shineth. Oh what a glorious thing to behold.

Today I feel peace. I feel hopeful. I know I'm not alone. Today makes Friday feel like forever.

And can I just say? ... I am anxiously awaiting Saturday afternoons at the Farmers Market.=!!!!!!

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sometimes college makes me feel positively insane.
today... isn't one of those days, but I have a lot of em.
i don't know what it is... maybe the perfectionist in me?
maybe i'm weak?
maybe... it's just hard?

but there are days... when I have so much to do...
so i write it all down on a list, you know...my to-do's.
to-do lists make me crazy though.
as soon as it's all on paper, i feel a strong urge to NOT do it.
like i don't want to do it so bad... i'd rather... i'd rather... eat my foot.
which doesn't make sense, aren't to-do lists supposed to help?

MAYBE for some people. but..
definitely not for me.
i see the list and my stomach churns.
i don't even put little box thingies next to the to do's.
i know that there's no need.

so instead.
i keep it all in my head.
punch dancing around.
moshing around.
making me positively nutso.

evetentually..well..usually,
it all gets done, some way or another.
which is all that really matters... right?

sometimes though, college just really makes me crazy.
maybe not college, mostly just the weather.
and college.

running ranting goals silly skiing me.

I just went running for the first time in like 3 months. I only ran about a mile and a half. Yeah, weak. I know. The thing about running for me, is that I have no confidence in my ability. I start out the run thinking, what are you getting yourself into?! You're no runner! And throughout the whole run I'm not even sure if I can do it. I stop to walk for a second. Feel better, and then continue. When I go, and it's hard, I think, I don't want to do this again! So I don't. Until three months later, when I have forgotten how much I hate it.

AND YET... Every time I go running I make a goal.

I say, I'm going to do this 3 times a week! I'm going to run a half marathon! Hahaha. I'm so funny sometimes. BUT whatever. I'm working at it. I'm just starting out slow. I love what it does for me and, I want it to be a part of my life. I know the only thing that is stopping me is my mind. I know that if I had more faith in the ability of my body, I would be fine. I know that if I was less afraid of running and realized more that I have a young healthy, fit body, it would make things easier on me.

The thing is, is that it is HARD! (duh.) But that's o.k. Hard doesn't mean impossible. It just makes for greater rewards... err, at least I hope so.

In other news... me and fffffff hiked beaver a last week (it closed on the 1st) and skied some fresh POW and it was heaven. (pictured above) This was my first time skiing powder (since this is also my first ski season). Let me just say. HEAVEN. Nothing nothing nothing compares. Let's just say I cackled the entire way down the mountain. OH. YES.

stress.

If stress causes rocks to break... what does it do to me? I'm no rock....

i just overheard my roommates talking....

"I WAS SO CONSTIPATED OVER THE BREAK!"

Vampire Weekend

I went to the Vampire Weekend show the other night with some friends. It was amazing.
There we were, second row, when Vampire Weekend finally runs on stage. Every time I go to a concert I swear I won't ever go to another because I am so miserable. At this particular venue it was so stuffy and hot that I thought I was going to DIE. No seriously. After waiting an forty five minutes outside, and then an hour for the opening girl (who. was. awful.) to come out and then another half hour for Vampire Weekend to finally start, I was dying a painful death of... impatience? It was well worth it though.

As I stood there in the crowd, surrounded by sweaty crazy concert goers (where do these weird people come from?) I had a moment of clarity. Where everything around me seemed so real, so amazing, that you can hardly believe that it's really REAL. Ok, I know, that doesn't make sense. But try and imagine the feeling. Feeling your feet hurt because you, in great stupidity, wore sandals to a concert. Feeling the fat guy's belly against your back (way gross by the way), and listening to GREAT MUSIC.
YES>>>>> AWESOME. Totally awesome. Wonderful. And alive.

I hate mushrooms.

I kicked off meatless March today with a vegi wrap from the quadside cafe.

It was full of mushrooms.