Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

Sometimes I honestly think the quad's relationship is verging on slightly unhealthy - the quad being Al, Anya, B and I. Today I was walking from the GSU to the beach and I saw Al come around the corner - and I knew it was her even before I realized it was her because my heart skipped a beat when I saw her bright turquoise running shirt. It took all my restraint not to squeak an "eek!" and run up to her. I had to at least PRETEND I wasn't stoked out of my mind to see her when it wasn't planned. Same thing happened this morning when I saw Anya behind me in line at Starbucks, literally got so excited I almost jumped up and down. I think it gets even more intense because I NEVER get to see my girls anymore. Gone are the 3 hour dinners every single night of the week and sitting in each other's rooms for hours on end laughing at our weekends of debauchery...we actually had to grow up this year and we all have resume-building lives - how boring. B is always folding p...

So I'm sitting in the GSU, listening to Tracy Chapman (Duh.) - Nevermind the song just switched now I'm listening to Tom Petty. This song brings me to last summer, driving in my Trailblazer down highway 44 in the fast lane, all the windows down, doing that thing that terrifies my mom when I drive with one knee bent, with my foot up on the seat...I love that feeling. There's something about knowing you're driving 125 feet per second that just can't be described, at least not in any way that gives it justification. Plus my aviator sunglasses look so badass. I think they give me the mindset of a policeman; if I ever got pulled over my allibi would be, "...It's the sunglasses." And, as the policeman would be wearing aviators too, he would understand. Which brings me to a question: do speed limits count for bikes? Multiple times I've questioned this when I'm going down Highland in 37 when the MPH sign CLEARLY says 35. Do speedometers even read bike ...

You know when you find a song and it's so incredibly perfect for your mood or what's going on in your life at that moment you play it over..over.. and over... ..and over? You feel as though you'll never get sick of it, you just want to blast it in your room and you only wished it were socially acceptable to sing it in public? I'm in one of those right now. I've been in my "Kids" and "Electric Feel"by MGMT phase, "bedrock" by lil wayne phase (definitely needed to get some in this phase), "Begin again" by Colbie Caillat phase. I get in my Michael Buble phase and, embarrassingly enough, I definitely went through a huge "nasty girl" by Nitty phase (that one is embarrassing - this did not reflect my mood, it's just so. damn. catchy..in a raunchy kind of way.) Two weeks ago I couldn't stop listening to "Need you now" by Lady Antebellum. Last week it was, "Just like heaven," the Tristan Prettyman...

I look like I have conjunctivitis. My eye has been red for the past two days - for TWO DAYS I have been walking around with a bright red, watering eye. Not like that's not the most attractive thing I've ever seen in my life. I was sent home an hour early from work because my boss said it hurt to look at it and it scared the customers. Gee whiz, thanks for the support Brooke! Actually that was probably a blessing because it's now 1 am and I'm still writing about, you guessed it, China currency policy. ...but the whole 1 am thing is probably because I can't concentrate and, well, I'm blogging. So in addition to the fact that I got a sick cycling burn on my shoulder that would put an Irishmen in the Caribbean to shame and my water bottle had a hint of rasberry vodka/Tropicana strawberry mango taste to it because a poor decision on my part last week, my cycle today was sub-par. For some reason I'm STILL sore from cycling with Kipp over the weekend (but maybe th...

In my effort to procrastinate on figuring out China - seems to be a common thing to do in the USA- Oh good listen to me I'm making semi political/economic jokes...who am I becoming? Though I DID stumble across one funny one the other day: "Democrats were quick to point out that President Bush's budget creates a 1 trillion dollar deficit. The White House quickly responded with 'Hey, look over there, it's Saddam Hussein.'" —Craig Kilborn Okay enough of this madness, and no I'm not getting back to researching the growing coastal and rural divergence in China. i just wanted to comment that in January I made a check list of things to do this year..and I've only done ONE. I went to the Boston Aquarium. I gotta pick up the pace here. I still have to... -Finish A Walk in the Woods -Run 1/2 marathon -Knit a scarf -Eat a piece of pizza without feeling guilty -Take a tour of the USS Constitution -Go to the Boston Aquarium -Complete a second century ride in le...

This is for a certain girl in Boston who understands another certain girl =) A friend and I were in one of those really great conversations where you get so excited to say everything on your mind you both start jumping up and down and screaming. Then I realized we were both screaming in the middle of West Campus Dining hall and that's mildly embarrassing, though not entirely uncommon. I've done worse...like Marathon Monday last year when I ate all the icing and m&ms in the dessert area...angry Asians are the worst Asians. Or the time Al Anya B and I spent 3 hours at Sunday brunch still drunk, making asses of ourselves as we knocked over chairs, spun in circles, and laughed so hard we cried...then all pretty much passed out at the table. Or when B dropped an entire stack of plates in the middle of dinner rush, screamed, " I CAN"T EVEN DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!" and left me to deal with it. Everyone thought I dropped the plates. I did not drop the plates. I have...

You know what's a sure fire way to guarantee your night is going to be ridiculous? Not even thinking about leaving your dorm until past 11, then not actually leaving until after midnight. One minute I'm perfectly comfortable in my flannel sweatpants, sipping my Tropicana Strawberry/Mango juice, chatting with my girl Rach, and watching one of my all time favorite movies, Pretty Woman, and then the next minute I find myself throwing back shots in four inch stilettos and dancing to BedRock. How does this happen? From what I can remember the night started with a cab ride to Harvard, followed by flirting with the bouncer to the OWL to get in, followed by getting hit on by pretentious Harvard boys who probably all stand on the smaller side of the bell curve - if you know what I mean. Quickly thereafter I waited in a bathroom line, got groped by some random girl who deemed me her new best friend, judged some awkward drunk freshman girls, almost climbed a tree, shot dirty looks to a be...