On days like today (and all summer long), I wish I was still a teacher.
Why do people pick the treadmill right next to someone when there are four or five other ones to choose from that wouldn't involve breathing and sweating on someone else?
I wonder what it means when my heart rate is 100% on the little treadmill scale the entire time I'm running (20 minutes). Does that mean I'm out of shape or running too fast or nothing at all?
Peanut butter pie is so delicious that I ate almost half of one in the last 24 hours. Side note: peanut butter pie seems to help me run faster.
The song "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol is awesome, but it makes me feel like someone is sitting on my chest. I generally cannot bear to listen to it because it makes me so sad (and it's not even associated with any memories).
Why do I search the nanny listings on Craigslist for Los Angeles at least once a week? Would I really ever quit my job to move to California and be a nanny (again)?
I love dinner parties, and my friend Laura is great about hosting them. I wish I were better about stuff like that.
The Google reader service seems pretty cool, and of course, I love gmail.
One thing I love about Macon is that I run into people I know occasionally, and it happened a lot this weekend--and all people I was genuinely glad to see.
Should I delete my myspace and facebook accounts? Why don't I just not check them every day and solve that problem?
The guy on the Bachelor leaves something to be desired. Then again, so do some of those girls (especially the crazy emotional one who ranted about how she likes to judge people all the while insinuating that the Bachelor shouldn't judge her for being judgmental).
Yesterday I finally (for the first time in weeks--all male friends excluded of course) saw a cute guy in Macon. But as I looked at him while sipping my caramel macchiato, I realized he looked a lot like a guy I went out with once over a year ago. My memory is so terrible that I wasn't even sure that he wasn't that guy.
A friend sent me this verse a while back, and I like the idea of setting my mind on the things above rather than the trivial things I usually think about (see above:) "Set you mind on things that are above, no on the things that are on earth, for you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life is revealed, then you also will be revealed with him in glory." Colossians 3:2-4. It's funny how different her translation is from mine--even a comma makes a difference.