Yo.

I made another blog.

heatrunner.blogspot.com

Check it out!

I won't abandon this one, I just wanted another one so I could blab about running. This one is mostly just for photos and the like.

A few photos from New Orleans. I took about 700 (yeah) so there's more to come.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day! Chance gave me lots of jewelry (^.^) and took me on a hike. It was a great day!

Hey All.

I'm super behind on blogging. Not like I get a million views a day on here or anything.... But it says something about me. I'll try to keep up. So sorry (to myself). Can anyone even hear me on the website? It's like I'm talking to myself. *shrug*

Well, I'm currently at the Tucson Children's Museum manning (or womaning?) the tiny gift shop inside. I've decided I'm totally womaning it. I have my super smelly body lotion (that smells like baby powder and flowers! Mmm!) and my Victoria Secret perfume next to me. I always feel the need to smell good lately. Maybe I smell TOO good? Is that possible? and does anyone even notice? Who knows...

By the way, It's freaking cold in here. I'm turning purple. My nose is a little ice cube. I keep doing the bunny/I dream of Jeanie move to warm it up. Not helping. I'm also drinking "Primal Energy Tea" to keep me awake. I'm super hyper now. And I'm being really friendly towards everyone working today! I should drink these all the time! I have to drink stuff like this (sometimes it's Mountain Dew) because no one really comes in the museum store. Well, okay, that's a lie. They DO come in, they just don't buy anything. The kids come running in all excited to get something, and then the parents come in and pull them out kicking and screaming. So sad. People. Just come in and buy something.

This whole post was supposed to be telling everyone (aka my echo) about my new love for running. I got off track. Sorry, I'm ADD. Seriously. Not just being funny, I had to take meds when I was younger. And it's not completely gone. Ah, off track again!

Okay, running. It's awesome. All I want to do now is run. My sister (who is amazing and my inspiration, I love you JoAnn!) has ran 3 marathons already! I'm so proud of her. And also very jealous. I'm trying so hard to do that! I'm such a weakling though... *tear*
Also, I'm a poor-o college kid and can't afford to build some muscle at the gym. *another tear*

I'll have to keep everyone (sorry, myself) updated on my progress! Sad news though... (me and my tears, enough already!) I was longboarding last week (last thursday I believe) and I pulled/tore/sprained my ankle? I can't figure out what I did to it...but it's been about 1 week and it still hurts. It has swelled a little on the lateral side of my ankle. It definitely feels like a muscle is hurting. But I can't be sure. Anyone know anything about this?!?

All I can think about is running, and I can't do it! I can walk on my ankle, and there's not much pain. But running is something different altogether. Chance calls me gimpy when I do try to run. Please picture that in your head. And that's all I'll say about that. I want to run sooo badly! I feel free when I'm running, like I can go anywhere. Plus, I have all this time to think about everything! It's relaxing in a way, even though I usually have a thousand cramps. :) I must train for a marathon! I MUST!

Well, I'm about finished with that energy drink and I have to pee like crazy. So, this is where I'll leave you.

Poop.

I'm pissed. Someone is our apartment complex is letting their dog crap on the sidewalk in front of our door. What jerks.

The first one happened a week or so ago. We walked out of the apartment to a nice pile of what was definitely dog poo. Someone stopped right under our bedroom window and just let their dog go for it. WITHOUT CLEANING IT UP. I mean come on, we could have heard you. Had we not been SLEEPING. That's right, someone did this while we were sleeping. That's why they thought they could get away with it. I didn't feel targeted, I just felt like our neighbors were/are jerkfaces. I wanted to know who it was so I could tell them to clean up their shit (literally).

Then, this morning, as I was leaving for work, there was some more poo! But it was different this time. The poo left this morning wasn't a pile, so to say. It was a piece. Wrapped with a piece of plastic.

And there was poop on our DOOR too.

Like, streaks. And on the wall next to our door. I'm not going to take photos and post them because it's poop. No one wants to see that. I definitely don't want to see that EVERY MORNING. And it happened again, while we we're sleeping.

The worst part is that a cleaning crew hired by the apartment complex took days to clean the concrete and just finished yesterday. This person, whoever you are, has no respect for anyone. Me, my boyfriend, our apartment, the cleaning crew, etc....

I'm pretty sure someone hates us. Maybe we're too loud or something? I don't think so. And if I am, can you come and tell me about it? And NOT fling poo at our apartment. That'd be great, THANKS.

I'm going to find out who this person is. It is SO ON.

So, yes, this is an odd scene. The princess lost her umbrella, so she was given something else. And she looks scary. No one has bought her yet. :c
The cupcake came from Cupcakes! (a fairly new shop a few stores down from Mrs. Tiggy Winkles) and David, our buyer, added some wee naked babies in all of the cupcakes. I almost ate one, on accident.

They're everywhere! O.O

This is my best friend, Margo, eating some sushi at my place. Yummm.
Just thought I'd add that...

I hope everyone had a wonderful New Years!

I spent the eve staying at home with my boyfriend and playing Star Wars Monopoly. :)

But I lost...

Badly.

I was at work today and got a wee bit bored.

It's a little late for the Christmas Holiday, but it's just in time for the New Years Holiday!

Happy Happy New Years to everyone! :)

Baby Post!

This is Camdyn, my cute little niece. I took this while her mom, my sister, was feeding her at her 1st Birthday party. She's pretty darn cute. I dedicate this post to her. Happy Birthday Camdyn! :)

She's a very picky baby at the moment, despite what the photos say. I picked out the happy ones. But I still love her! More to come, she can be pretty photogenic sometimes.

Hey there! It's been awhile.

Sorry. I have trouble keeping journals. May it be journals in books or journals online, I have the WORST time staying with them. I guess it kind of reflects on my personality. I have trouble sticking with just one thing. I keep thinking that there is so much more I want to do, that I can never finish something. I kinda hate that about myself.

Journals are something that I always want to do. During the day, I think about how I can write certain things down so I can remember them later on. But never end up doing it! My mind jumps around too much to focus on one thing (and yes, when I was younger, I was diagnosed with ADD, but that's absolute crap and doesn't mean anything).

I have this friend. His name is Joe and he has a billion blogs! He loves to write! He doesn't exactly write about his day or how he's feeling exactly, he writes more about stories he's come up with, like excerpts of them. I think. Sometimes I don't really understand all of his posts. But that's the point, right? To think about what people write? I'm pretty sure that's the point.

I'm never sure what I want to say.

How did I pass English?

I want to say I'm taking too many sources of inspiration from too many different kinds of people. This is my problem. There, I said it, just not as eloquently as I wanted it to be. Ugh.

View from Kitt Peak.

The horny toad that pooped on me during survey at Burro Creek. >.<