stream-of-consciousness

next weekend, i'm determined to have NO plans whatsoever. i'll recover from friday's st. patrick's day.. and then, for the rest of the weekend, just do whatever i want whenever i want to do it. it probably won't happen though... haha.

i ran 8 miles today. it felt surprisingly good. except that i'm gonna go rub icy-hot on my bruised and scratched-up legs now.

bruised and scratched-up because i'm being abused.... by the dance floor and the gym's rock wall and all the big boulders that i scrambled around on this weekend in west virginia. by the way, west virginia isn't doing a very good job of erasing its hick/bumblefuck image.

randomly, i really miss schlumping down to 3rd lounge and playing video games (poorly, i might add) at odd hours of the evening and night. those were fun. and i miss having someone around to take care of me or look in on me when my sinuses and eyeballs and head all feel like one ginormous high-pressure bubble. and boy am i glad that i only have to do taxes once a year. christ, money is a pain in the ass. let's trade skittles instead, eh? oh, and ankara's ice cream. i'm totally craving ankara's ice cream... mmmm.

i can't wait till june. for two reasons.

and the transitions between seasons -- though i do love spring and look forward to the warm, balmy weather -- are killing me. 80 degrees one day, 30 degrees the next. maybe i really do need the steady, boring, beautiful california weather.

ahh yes, california. daily, it changes. dc! california... california! dc... but DC DC! ... CALIFORNIA CALIFORNIA! and then i think... nyc? boston? chicago? bermuda!!

oh me.