Do You Crossfit?

i've been a veg-head for 5 days now, and let me tell you. that is a lot. i haven't even oops'ed. like, oops! i just ate a corn-dog! not that i know of at least. it's forcing me to be more creative about what i eat, and to exert self-control.

i am loving tuna melts. (no. fish is not meat, jessie. it's Fish.) i'm into falafel. i hate omelettes as always, but plan to find a recipe that doesn't make me sick. ooooaaaatttttmeal... how i need you. you are so meaningful. you and the banana.

jessie and i hit Sticky Rice on H st. tonight and i was tempted to make the following caveat: vegetarian EXcept when at a chinese restaurant or burger joint. because i don't like chinese veg dishes. BUT she convinced me to stay true, like herself, and share a coconut peanut tofu buckwheat noodle vegetable dish. holler! love it. it's called the dirty vegan. which somehow made it taste even better.

i like discipline. even when it's just self-imposed. it makes me feel fitter in my soul.

please outlive me?

this morning i dreamed someone-i-love-dearly died, and his death was a teency bit my fault. it was the second worst dream i've ever had (the first being a family plot to murder my father... it failed and he was very angry.). in this dream i felt my life was over. and when i talked on the phone to this person later in the day, i was so happy. too happy. too idyllic. because when i got off the phone i thought, i should love this person less so when he dies i wont be as destroyed as i was in the dream. i don't want to survive the people i love.

when i was little, i would cry myself to sleep at night when my mom worked the swing shift at the hospital because i knew. tonight. would. be. the. night her car crashed and she died. how morbid. but my fear of people dying has abated only a bit. i still cry over deaths that haven't happened yet, and may not happen for many decades. because they will. eventually. happen. and i can't process that reality. i could for a minute, in my late teens and early twenties. but i failed to nail down that butterfly of insight.

maybe i'll find it again. and if i do, i will kill it and pin its body in a glass box to refer to whenever i am troubled.

Oh Emily Post, Whereforeart Thou?

If I responded to an email from a potential employer, and called him say Henry instead of Mr. Geong... and then he never followed up on the interview he himself requested... does that mean he was offended by my lack of deference and has crossed me off his list of hireable applicants? Eek. I am so embarrassed.

I got a feeling

Wow. God is good. I logged on WebRegistration to drop a class and incur an $80 late fee, and... THE CLASS HAD BEEN CANCELLED! No one told me, which sucks. But I didn't have to pay a late fee, either, which rocks!

I am full of gratitude. I could really use that $80 to... eat for a week! And I love to eat, so, yeah.

Gratitude is a good feeling.

"Skewed China birth rate to leave 24,000,000 men single"

Already ladies, who's ready to buy a plane ticket? C'mon, it'll be fun!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20100111/hl_afp/chinapopulationmenmarriage

brandi carlisle gonna make you

Back to only checking Facebook via email. It prevents me from meandering down rabbit holes of intrigue. Then I log on to write communicators back & initiate communication when necessary. Then logoff. Done.

Can't bring myself to listen to podcasts while extensively housecleaning. My brain: in revolt against thinking/processing. Music: my peaceful refuge from information.

Started a new blog. A brief blog. I dislike New Year's resolutions, so I decided to do 52 New Week's resolutions instead. Smaller and more manageable. And I don't have to keep them for longer than a week, but can if I choose to. It's like going shopping for disciplines. My first attempt is washing my dishes every night (which I do for the most part, but want to do it all the time). I'm back washing today. 17 tupperwares full of leftovers. Ick. Never eating chicken & barley soup again.

This blog feels like the vlog on Avatar right now. Signing off to take out more garbage now.

DreamLover Come Rescue Me

Sleep marathons are awesome. In one night I skydived, made out with my MFAD ("man from a distance" crush), and uncovered a conspiracy which led me to adopt/steal a child/wild thing form an slave-labor factory. (You see, Wal Mart was getting their milk to sell cheap from a factory full of wild things, yknow from the movie - but they were real not cartoon. I took a public tour of the factory and was horrified, because the wild things were people really, yknow? so when one of the child wild things begged me to help her escape, i convinced my mom- who was also on the tour- to collude. and just as we were about to bust out, my alarm went off. now that's a cliffhanger if i ever dreamt one!)

Who can say they did all THAT in a day? Well, I did it all in a NIGHT, so there.