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Neglect

My poor little blog, I'm neglecting you. It's not personal, I swear. The past few weeks have been busy with various distractions, happenings, and trips, and I just need to get my thoughts in order a little bit more. After that we can reunite and catch up. Can you be patient a little longer?

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Sprint Triathlon

I think I'm going to do one. There's a womens-only one taking place in Santa Cruz in September, with very doable distances (1/4 mile swim, 11 mile bike ride, 2.5 mile run) that Ashley will hopefully be doing with me. I. Am. Pumped. Has anyone done one? Any tips/hints/experiences you have to share?

Also, I'll be putting up more photos from Nashville in the next couple weeks. I realize my posts lately have been very picture heavy, and not very writing heavy, so I'm looking to change that.

This'll do for now though.

Nashville Part 1: Britney. Or, an Experiment in Sleep Deprivation.

You think I'm kidding? From 3am CST Thursday morning until 3am CST SATURDAY morning I slept 5 hours. And this is the beginning of that story....

Let's fast forward through the boring parts. Plane, Nashville.

CAITLIN! For those of you who don't know, Caitlin is my sista-from-another-mister. We adore each other and have long-term plans to open a B&B in Vermont and adopt some brown babies. Let's not get ahead of ourselves though. Here we are, ready to depart:


Oh, wassup Georgia? Thanks for being the most traffic-heinous state ever.


This is for all you haters. Like it or not, Britney is back. We were about 10 rows back, and it was one of the best concerts I've been to. Acrobats, pyrotechnics, and seeing Ms. Spears make a public recovery from what was surely a traumatic psychotic break made the whole trip worth it. And for those of you who still mock me - 1. I want to see you get back on your feet the way she did in just a year; and 2. it's my blog and I'll write what I want to.


My 12-year old self is SO EXCITED about "Baby One More Time" (okay, my 22-year old self is too. Also, signs you've aged = not being able to elicit the same primal screams I did 10 years ago).


Post-show we meet Mr. Ben Spears at a club, Masquerade. We think this is "da club", but when we pull up after the scariest cab ride ever we are confronted with goths everywhere. Gee, we didn't stand out at all. The club was in this scary abandoned warehouse, with a distinct "I'm in a slasher movie" feel. Too bad we ended up having the time of our lives dancing up a storm right alongside the glowstick artists and hoodrats. For evidence of our mirth, as well as club clientele, please see:


We stay out til last call and crash at Ben's. Ben! (Yeah, their neon sign was not up to snuff)


Ben had to be up super early (read: 5am) that morning, so after a blissful 2.5 hours of sleep we awake and begin the long journey back to Nashtown. What's a roadtrip without 6am Cracker Barrel?


At 9am we roll into Caitlin's driveway after a rousing sing-a-long to N'Sync (debut album, if anyone cares) and encountering mounted deer at a gas station in the middle of nowhere.

Best 24 hours of my life.


Stay tuned for Part 2: The Slap Heard 'Round the World.

Soon, I Promise

Pictures and a recap of the weekend in ATL/Nashville will happen soon, but unfortunately I got slammed at work and have been crashing early these past few days. This is just a reassurance that the posts will actually happen soon.

In the meantime though, I have to give a huge thank you to Ben for being the best host and entertainer ever last weekend. Think goths and hoodrats.

New Haus.

I'm really proud of myself. I got these up about 2 months faster than at my old place.

My room from the bathroom.


Room from the corner looking towards the bathroom.


Bathroom. Er, yeah, still organizing that one. Blaire, see your picture?


Super cozy living room.


Mmm, kitchen.


Also, here is a picture of Mona:


Her left ear is permanently folded in half because she got in a fight with a rattlesnake. I'm going to go ahead and say that's one of her 9 lives right there. My roommate's friend found her in the desert, and now she's the attention-whore of the house. She also likes to play with random bits she finds on the floor. Example?




Look familiar?



That's right.

Rundown

The past week was insanely busy. I took a bunch of pictures, and will be giving a more detailed writeup of various activities soon, but in the interest of posting on a somewhat regular basis here's a quick rundown of what the past week has looked like:

- Getting settled in the new house
- NightLife at the Academy of Sciences
- Karaoke Friday night
- 4 hour UCSF volunteer training session Saturday AM (as painful as you can imagine it would be)
- Returning to my brunette-ness
- Almost going out, but bailing due to the day's roughness and calling it an early(ish) night
- Desperately trying to find an outfit for BRITNEY, happening Thursday night if anyone cares.

It's a short week for me - I fly out at 1am Thursday morning and land in Tennessee at 9am. Shenanigans ensue.