babies are difficult to shop for.

so yesterday i went to buy a present for eli, a new baby that i know. and let me tell you, buying boy baby clothes is so not as fun as buying girl baby clothes. (unless it's these, which i bought for boozie) but i ended up buying something really fantastic for kate, instead of eli, because there just was nothing for a boy baby. he would've been forced to wear some kind of strange romper with no sleeves (yikes.) that said "dad's construction worker" or something equally as ridiculous (double yikes.)

so, sorry eli. it's just not fair for you boy babies.

anyway. there is a nest of birds that live outside of my window, and every single morning at 5:30 or earlier, they think it is a very fun idea to scratch their little feet against the window and also crash into it. i am considering hiring a bounty hunter to alleviate the problem, as i haven't slept past 5:30 in three weeks. and that is extremely grim.


does anyone have advice on how to quell caffeine-addiction headaches? i'm quitting coke and have had a perpetual headache for three days.

being a juror?

so this happened.
i have lived in utah for four years. and so far, in the last month i have been summoned three times for jury duty. three! but the trials kept getting cancelled, so then i was still on the list. apparently. so today was a real trial that i actually had to show up for! i'll admit it, i'm a nerd; i was a little excited. i mean, it seems a tiny bit cool, no? but then there were like fifty people there and i was pretty sure i wouldn't get picked...
but i did.

weird.

and the whole trial (even though i'm not supposed to talk about it...i'm not saying names or details though...) is about someone who may or may not have shoplifted a thing. which is weird, also, because this trial shenanigan seems like a lot of work for two packs of batteries.


so anyway. that's my experience with being a juror. i get to go back tomorrow for lots more sitting around fun! the trial parts are sort of cool, i think, but today i learned that lawyers take some seriouslyyyy long recesses.

i've been told that my blogs are depressing?

sad.

so i'm cheering it up today.

i registered for the hobble creek half marathon on 23 august. :) that should be... awesome. i just need to start running again. after the last race, i kind of took an inadvertant break from running, and haven't really been able to get back to my routine. it's not good. but i wrote down the mileage for each day on my calendar and i have 13 weeks from today to train. so it'll be good. going four today, so we'll see how that goes. :)

i miss my friends! for awhile i was hanging out with them like every day, and this week has been so boring! (except that i rediscovered the sims, so that rocked.)

speaking of... lasik was so crazy. seriously, everyone should get it. it's soso cool. it takes only like 5min per eye, and i was 20/20 within 24 hours of having it. it was kind of terrifying at first, because this dude was all, "okay i'm going to cut your eye..." but once it got started, i kind of forgot what was going on because it all goes black and then reallyyyyy fuzzy. so i didn't really know what he was doing. but then it worked apparently, because i can seeee :)

anyway, i'm at work again. working saturdays would be lame, except that today i get to work with gillian and brittany, so basically it'll be an awesome saturday. except that i woke up at 715am, which is not that fun.

oh, the season-ending miss.

why didn't korver take that shot?
can anyone answer this question?

it is so hard to be a fan. the wins are great, but the losses (particularly the season-ending 3-point losses) just make me feel sad and sick. i hate being so invested, because i feel kind of stupid for caring so much. particularly when, in professional sports, one must wonder if the game is pre-determined, based on which team would sell the most tickets should they go to the playoffs. (lakers/celtics? both top-seeded teams?) but alas.

i'm trying not to rewatch the last three minutes of that game, because it's just too sad.


i'm having lasik surgery on monday. part of me is horribly afraid that i'll be that one person who spends all that money to no avail. but most of me is ridiculously ecstatic to never have to put in another pair of contacts. (oh, except for those green ones i got with no prescription. i'm quite vain.) but it will be kind of amazing to wake up in the morning and be able to see the clock without putting contacts in. or to fall asleep in front of the tv and not worry about dry eyes or broken glasses.

i'm at work right now, so this is kind of disjointed because i keep stopping to help patients and forgetting what else i want to say on these subjects.

i always invest way too much into things (see first paragraph).

i'm ready to be done at work.

jealous?

so this is who i get to hang out with this weekend.

jealous?

:)

peace out, provo.

13.1 miles

so this morning, i ran my very first half-marathon. it was pretty much the hardest/most awesome thing i've ever done. i don't have any pictures of it yet, but in 72 hours some [really really ugly, i'm sure] photos will be on marathonfoto.com, and i will share. until then, a detailed log of my day will follow.

5:15am-alarm ringing, dad coughing lots. my thoughts: i want to go home, why did i sign up for this?
6:45am-waiting in the longest line i have ever seen for disgusting bathroom.
7:00am-starting gun goes off.
7:10am-cross the starting line. [i was toward the back of the 16,000 runners]
7:15-8:30am-miles 1-7, rockin to my new playlist on my pod.
8:30-9:00am-miles 8-9, stopped to eat some sport jelly beans and drink some water, didn't want to start running again. walked for awhile.
9:00-9:25am-miles 10-11, mostly running with some intermittant walking when i got too tired.
9:25-9:45am-mile 12-13, wanted to kill myself, seriously contemplated riding trax to the finish line, first marathon finishers passing me. awesome.
9:45-9:50am-last .1 of race, lots of people, felt like it was at least 3 miles long.
9:55-10:15am-they made me walk a longgg way to turn in my chip, then i cut through the barrier and found parents, took more pictures [even uglier, i imagine], legs felt like they were on fire.

so that was my first half-marathon experience. it really was quite spectacular though. i can say that, now that it's over :) but i could see myself doing another one. and probably going through the exact same emotions the morning of the race.

dating? no thanks.

forewarning: this may or may not turn into a bit of a rant.

in time magazine in 2005, an article was printed about people age 18-25. it has become "a distinct and separate life stage, a strange, transitional never-never land between adolescence and adulthood in which people stall for a few extra years, [postponing] . . . adult responsibility."

i have never really felt like this was the stage of life i was in. i have always felt like i am older than i really am, and i'm not sure why. perhaps because i have older siblings, with whom i always want to fit in, so i maybe i adapt my personality to fit the stage they are in. or maybe it's because i've always worked directly with people who are much older than i am, so i feel like i have to be more mature, so that they would take me more seriously.

but whatever the reason may be, i never have felt like i fit perfectly with people my own age. at my current job, i have been told many times that i seem so much older than 22, and several guesses have been made about my age, ranging from 26-29. i'm never sure whether i should be flattered or bothered by this. but that article makes me think that maybe i'm doing something right.

i have been thinking about this lately, because in my class we discussed this article and it brought up a particular issue that is bothering me right now. i see no need to go into a lot of detail as to why this particular talk struck home for me (my sisters will call me for details in the next week anyway... :) but it did. i completely agree with this speaker. the boys with whom i am in contact seem to be so afraid of commitment, or really of anything that could potentially lead to having to commit. and yet, most of the boys i refer to do harbor a desire to ultimately get married. so why are they so afraid?

i often have dinner with my cousin, who i feel is an impartial and nonthreatening male partisan and can help me decipher the mysterious habits of boys. if i put good food in front of him, he lets me ask him lots of questions about the male mindset, and i think this has helped me some. mainly what it has done for me, however, is realize just how different boys and girls are, and how we will probably never understand what the other is thinking.

i'm sorry that this post is probably vague and cryptic and maybe a little feminist, but i promise i'm not trying to attack. just thinking...