Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

Infinite amounts of love to my Citysports crew...starting with kidnapping Eddie from work and feeding him peanutbutter cupcakes for breakfast to 12 hours later eating pizza at White Horse and every moment in between, I had an absolute blast today. Even though I'm exhausted, out about $75, in a sugar coma, and I have Celine Dion stuck in my head, I wish we could do the day all over again. Off to go sleep for 12 hours now!

I was crossing the street in front of my dorm when this car that was dropping someone off tried to be all cool and 'speed off' after they closed the door. The 2 idiot girls in the car weren't looking and ended up SKIDDING, and I mean SCREECHING, to a stop about 2 feet in front of this other girl and I walking. I let out a little scream and the other girl walking next to me looked at me and I go, "Oh my god, that almost gave me a heart attack!" She looked at me like I had 5 heads (you know the look...the "Ismellsomethingbadandyoulookstupid look..), didn't say anything, and preceded to walk on. WOULD IT KILL YOU, Miss Attitude, to talk to a person you don't know? Maybe crack a smile? Maybe get the giant pole that's jammed so far up your ass loosened just enough to connect with someone else other than one of the people you deemed worthy? Some of the attitudes people have up here...honestly, it astounds me. If that had happened in Missouri, I guara...

Saturday morning at 10:30 am you could find me and some of my favorite people in the world sprinting down the street in Somerville dressed as barbarians and lumberjacks, pushing shopping carts, screaming out heads off racing to 5 different bars. We almost won the 'race,' if you even want to call it that. However, despite wearing winter boots we all still managed to pull off like 7:30 m/miles from bar to bar - I'd say that's pretty impressive. Chris and I won the first challenge at the bar by being able to get two teabags that were attached to a baseball hat to swing on top of our heads - who knew we were such a talented couple? The next challenge at the next bar we had to get a slinky on our head - again, Chris did that one. He's so good at random, useless talents. I'm pretty sure Colin won the next challenge - pole dancing at the Middle East. We all tied in the next challenge as we were all able to booty shake ping pong balls out of a kleenex box atta...

Well it's blizzarding in Boston - who wuda thunk it? It goes all winter without so much as a dusting and then bam. March is here and, finally, so is the snow. I doubt it'll stick around long enough for me to use my new skis but hey, at least snow looks nice. It gives the city a sort of semi-clean, pretty lens....until it turns grey and gross and I have to tromp across the BU bridge a mile to class and then sit through an hour and a half of lecture soaking wet and shivering...oh and my Columbia winter boots? Make me look like an australopithecus. Or a winter version of an Amazon woman. AKA... like I slayed an elk and stuck it on my foot. ...anyway. Today I was so die-hard about getting back on my running schedule I ignored the fact that I still have a little chest congestion and the fact that it's a white out and went for a nice jog over to my new favorite place to do track workouts - the Fens. You might ask...why go all the way to the Fens? What's more fun than doin...

New favorite word! "Colloquium" How fun is that word!? Try saying it without saying 'colloqulium". I hope I'm not the only one who has significant amounts of trouble with this. I believe I was "liquid gliding" with that mistake.Waddup, phonological disorders!? You can't beat me I'm a future SLP. ...and apparently a rapper. In other news, I think today is the day I'm feeling good enough to finally run. This cold definitely got the better of me the past week but today is the day it ends. Au revoir, sinus congestion, its been real...something. 

So Chris isn't entering active duty until 2013. Therefore, in order to get a job, he now needs a resume.  This is a little something Chris, the team and I have been working on. With all these skills, Chris and I are going to be millionaires by 30. A Brewmaster's Resume

Today I salute you, Mister Weston cyclist who took advantage of my back wheel today. No, I didn't feel that headwind, and neither did you, because you were tucked in my draft so quietly only your shadow gave you away. That, and the fact that when you hopped on my wheel without asking, I actually felt heavier. I hope you enjoyed the view of my swimmer butt, rider thighs, and runner calves working the crank in my spandex, because if your riding etiquette is in any way a reflection of your manhood, you come up a little short. And we always notice. But ride on, sir, and I hope your legs felt fresh at the top of that beast. Don't mind me, I'm going to take a little break. After all, I did just pull up two people. But I don't mind. Because in the next draft-illegal race when I pass you and your sleek QuintanaRoo bike that costs more than my future car, you'll think of the time you jumped on the back wheel of a girl. Wuss.