Monthly Archives: August 2012


Happy Friday!

I went to a movie by myself today for the very  first time, ever. I have been meaning to do so for so long, but each time I planned on taking myself on a movie date I was distracted by other social obligations and/or just entirely unmotivated when it came down to it.

Today presented the perfect opportunity however, seeing as I was out of class at 11 and after two plus hours reading Lolita and inhaling caffeinated beverages I was definitely ready for a break.

I looked at the time and decided to see Celeste and Jesse Forever primarily because it was what was showing at the time.

I was surprised about how un-selfconscious I was about the entire wasn’t strange in the least. I guess I always categorized movie going as a social event, despite the nonsensical nature of that considering you sit in a dark room and are not allowed to talk.

What I would like to know is where the logic in collectively going to the movie theater, paying ten dollars (assuming you are going in the evening, that is), and then sitting for 2 hours without speaking derived from. Such a bizarre concept once you begin really analyzing it.

While sitting and waiting for the previews to begin, because I arrived a solid 15 minutes before the movie time, I started thinking about other cultural normalities and oddities regarding doing particular activities alone.

The most prominent example of acceptable public solitariness is smoking. It is absolutely acceptable to stand outside a restaurant, or anywhere really, alone if you have a cigarette in your hand. If I just casually decided to stand outside of somewhere for 20 minutes, I would indefinitely receive some incredibly strange looks from passersby.

Without a cigarette, it is essentially just loitering. Strange.

Enthralled by this first solo mission, I have decided it must become a personal tradition! I know my mom used to do that same thing, just to casually escape the world occasionally..midday excursions are ideal because it is cheaper than a sandwich (and definitely cheaper than therapy), not to mention air-conditioned.



What I’m reading: Lolita, White Noise, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

What I’m listening to:

Things I have seen (both from my phone and found online):



Also, I went to the dentist yesterday. So that was nice.



Number 22948 I love fall: perfect running weather!

Granted, I have yet to actually experience said temperatures yet this year but I am absolutely beside myself with anticipation. Everyone knows fall is the best season, and I will not tolerate any counter arguments regarding the matter.

I have had fairly ideal weather for my sporadic runs the last few weeks. Theoretically I have begun “training” for the Duke City Half Marathon on October 21st, if by training I mean running twice a week at most and playing with my kitten and eating grapefruit the other 99% of my time. In that case, it has been a successful running experience thus far.

This is not what I have been doing. But I shall start now, loosely based on the above plan starting at week three/four.

Running is one of those things that I absolutely love. Now, that said I feel an important distinction must be made: while I throughly adore run-NING, I am by no means a run-NER.

Those last letters really make a gigantic difference. I attempted track one semester, i.e. attempted being the latter and it is just not for me. I am too terrible, and ultimately too lazy. However, my version of the sport suffices nicely as not only does it channel my anxious energy more effectively than virtually anything else (except wine), but it is something that I have done everywhere that I have gone since I fell in love with it in p.e. before 9th grade.

Once I started thinking about it, I realized that I have run throughout my visits to places such as Washington, Oregon, Maine, California, Colorado, Sweden, Italy, France, Brazil, and obviously New Mexico (just to name a few places). It is my favorite way to see a city–running really is surprisingly WAY faster than walking. I realize that sounds incredibly obvious, but the difference is truly amazing.

I have fantastic memories of running in Cinque Terre hillsides, Stockholm’s neighborhoods, Linkoping’s forests, Brazil’s beaches, etc. and it is precisely these memories that I hold onto more than going to any tourist attraction.

So. Not entirely sure as to where I am going with this, aside from holding myself accountable to stop slacking on training so much–about ten weeks out and gonna run 13 miles faster than last year. If I don’t then…well I guess nothing, but it will be really embarrassing because I posted this. Nothing like preserving whatever semblance of a reputation I have as an honest person as motivation!



In case you have been living under a rock and are unaware (NM residents that is)–yesterday marked the return to school, and with it my official justification for my slow descent into hermitage (I now declare this a word!).

As of today I have attended all of my classes. VERDICT: I adore every. single. thing I am taking! I am just so excited about the material that will be covered in each of them–much more contemporary literature than I have studied so far and very engaging professors.

I will likely be reading  every spare minute of my time considering I ordered over 27 books online two nights ago, such is the joy of being an English and Philosophy student, but I am honestly one hundred percent okay with that. I began Lolita yesterday afternoon and am already hooked, I can’t believe I had yet to read it actually, but am so glad that the opportunity has presented itself for me to do so now.

Let’s just say I anticipate many nights with snacks, wine, Maverick, and literature in my future. Oliver can come too.

With a new school year comes a fresh start according to fourth graders everywhere, and my horoscope. On that note, we have made a few upgrades within the household including a new snazzy red doormat, lamp placement, and bookshelf that I will kindly spare you pictures of.

You cannot escape a snapshot of the ever-exciting picture rearrangement, however, because it incorporates a B-E-A-U tiful artistic masterpiece that our lovely friend Morgan purchased for us at a silent art auction benefit we were volunteering at recently.

Can you spot it? Oh, actually the lighting is a tad off. Here you go..


I know what you are going to say: it is truly majestic.

There was also some spontaneous cement block purchasing, during a 9:30 pm Lowes trip that resulted in this beauty..

And that is what happens when I go in search of a house plant, despite the fact that the cement block aisle is clear across the entire store. I have no idea.

Fueled by cement block fume intoxication, a Target trip was  subsequently made where I acquired a totally necessary mirrored side table for 20 bucks

that was actually quite awesome ( it was originally 90 dollars). Also, note the cat treats underneath..classy.

Now that I have bombarded you with my breathtaking, phone furniture photos I will present the true gem of recent school finds…

THIS LUNCHBOX! I feel so complete inside, I just want to pack all my meals and take them places. Does anyone need to borrow a lunchbox?! Because you can’t. I need it to carry my hopes and dreams.

That about sums up our pre-school preparations as far as nesting goes. I very much like to get everything all cozy and ready for prime study time cuteness before school begins so that I can focus on more nerdy endeavors (and you probably naively think this is as nerdy as it gets..ha! so wrong).

Happy back-to-school fellow Lobos! ;)


(Alternate title: absurd amount of kitten pictures crammed into a finite online space)

Apologies for the recent absence..once again. I was resting, recovering, and rejuvenating post-Brazil in beautiful Castine, Maine.

Primarily, I did absolutely nothing aside from lay at the beach reading, lay out in the yard reading, and in bed reading. Not quality literature either, books that I checked out from the library and that shall not be mentioned by name in such a public manner. Some cheesy movies of the same nature were viewed as well, but the same non disclosure policy remains.

Nothing like some good old fashioned lobster eating, coffee consumption, and occasional jogs in horrific humidity to reset my body (i.e. limit alcohol consumption..Brazil might have permanently damaged my liver) and prepare myself for the beginning of school! Acquiring grandmother clothes never hurt anyone, either, but more on that on a later date. ;)

Now, the true purpose of this post is to announce the arrival of the newest member of Tessa and I’s domestic partnership!

If you have a Facebook (that you obviously must use to stalk me..I am clearly a highly interesting individual!) then this is not necessarily news to you. However, after having the little guy one week or so, a final name has been decided upon. We had a lax approach to naming him, we tried many different names over the course of the week before the winning one was selected (crossing fingers that he is not suffering from an extreme identity crisis).

So, it is my great pleasure to OFFICIALLY introduce…






Mr. Bigglesworth..



He is my cat soulmate, and has taught me that I do in fact have the potential to become a cat lady in the future. I completely see how human interaction is overrated when there is an adorable cat in the picture that will cuddle with you and watch Six Feet Under all day in bed and tell you secrets and lick your mouth and..okay that got a little weird.

That last disturbing bit is unfortunately very, very true but I absolutely DESPISE it. Licking is just altogether unpleasant, particularly when one is attempting to sleep. Other than that though, I maintain my initial position.

Despite the fact that we got Maverick to keep Oliver company in Stanley’s absence, he seems to be suffering from a severe case of only-child syndrome (which I am entirely empathetic of, myself) and is not such a fan of the newest addition. Hopefully he will warm up to the little guy soon and we can be a cute, happy feline-human family and send out Christmas cards of our sunburned faces from our vacation in the Bahamas.

I mean, how can he not eventually love this little face?! I paused my post writing to snap this picture, email it to myself, and then include it at the end. HOW IS HE SO CUTE?!

Shout out to Oliver (and Stan)–you were are just as adorable little ones!