Sunday, August 21, 2011
12 Miles
So the other day I was asked how I run. As in, how I keep moving. And well today, as I ran 12 VERY SLOOOOW miles, I pondered. My answer? I'm stubborn. Like disgustingly stubborn. Some people might call it determination or perservance but it's not. I know myself better than that. Also, I enjoy practicing my chugging skills by practicing chugging water. I also don't run with an ipod or watch or anything. I know my distance and I move. I know that I won't be the first one but I also won't be the last person. And c'mon, lets be serious. The people watching at these things is fantastic. Even today, on my run during an overcast Sunday morning when normal people are either sleeping off their mistakes from last night or at mass repenting for their bad decisions, I saw some great things. Not knowing what I'm going to see next makes me want to move that foot. But really, it comes down to wanting the bragging rights and knowing what my body is capable of. I might not like the way my body particularly looks at times but knowing what it can do- it's an amazing feeling.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Pick-up lines
Since moving to Philly last year, I have encountered some of the best/most original pick-up lines. The two best are as follows:
Setting: A small diner turned bar in winter.
Scenario: This guy is chatting up my friend so his friends start talking to me. One of them asks if I'm French because of my eyebrows. His thought was that my eyebrows looked so good I must not be American.
Still working my way through this one.
Setting: A crowded bar usually full of undergrads during the summer.
Scenario: I'm hanging out with a just a good guy friend of mine, stupidly matching him beer for beer. This very intoxicated kid comes up to me and starts talking, saying something along the lines of: you should dump your boyfriend and come hang with me because I love you.
Three things (at least) wrong with that particular sentence: 1. I don't have a boyfriend, I have a friend that happens to be male that I'm hanging out with 2. Why would I want to hang out with a hammered college kid that I don't know and is trying to stand up straight by himself? and 3. I definitely don't love you.
I wish I had had my notebook with me so I could have written what these guys said verbatim.
Setting: A small diner turned bar in winter.
Scenario: This guy is chatting up my friend so his friends start talking to me. One of them asks if I'm French because of my eyebrows. His thought was that my eyebrows looked so good I must not be American.
Still working my way through this one.
Setting: A crowded bar usually full of undergrads during the summer.
Scenario: I'm hanging out with a just a good guy friend of mine, stupidly matching him beer for beer. This very intoxicated kid comes up to me and starts talking, saying something along the lines of: you should dump your boyfriend and come hang with me because I love you.
Three things (at least) wrong with that particular sentence: 1. I don't have a boyfriend, I have a friend that happens to be male that I'm hanging out with 2. Why would I want to hang out with a hammered college kid that I don't know and is trying to stand up straight by himself? and 3. I definitely don't love you.
I wish I had had my notebook with me so I could have written what these guys said verbatim.
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