Isn't it lame how long its been since I last posted? I'm disgusted with myself. Also, I keep waiting for Anna to write something about our 'chasing the random homeless man down whyte' adventure last week but I have not seen anything yet. Disappointing.
I am actually procrastinating right now. It's nothing serious. It's just that I have been trying to make a 'list of all the things I like to eat' (more commonly known as a shopping list) but I cannot make myself get past the first three items. Also, it has been over a week since I started the list. Food was scarce last week, this week I am resorting to the non-perishables in my cupboard. Anyway the list - I'm sure I must like to eat more than tomatoes, sour cream, and mushrooms. The other thing is not only do I have to complete the list, but I also have to get myself out the door to the wholesale store. It is only 2 blocks away, but the task is surprisingly daunting. I have an hour and 53 minutes before it closes. 1 hour 52 minutes. 51 minutes. dang. This is never going to happen. I guess I'm taking canned fruit in my lunch tomorrow again (canned fruit has been most recently cut from the 'list of things I like to eat').
I went swimming with Kaarina at the Bonnie Doon pool today. It wasn't as ghetto as I was expecting. Actually it was quite pleasant. Well...it was pleasant up until the man with the wild thrashing back stroke got in the lane. I think he was single-handedly trying to drain the pool. Or maybe he was just trying to scare us out of the lane. A very strategic method. Eventually we did get out of the lane to go in the hot tub...where we encountered a couple trying to eat eachothers' faces. Everytime I go out in public I find myself in extremely awkward situations. For example - sitting on the bus in the seat behind a couple making out. Sitting in the cafeteria beside a couple making out. Standing in the elevators with a couple making out (elevators??? seriously...). Escalators, coffee shops, sidewalks...they are an infestation that needs to be dealt with. There must be some sort of chemical we can spray over the city or something. We spray the forests for pine beetle. We dump chemicals on forest fires to put them out. Couples making out in public are like little forest fires that need to be put out. I encourage everyone to at least douse the next making out couple they see with the water from their nalgene.
1 hour and 34 minutes left. Alright, I'm going to go. I'm getting pre-nausea from thoughts of canned fruit lunches.
Jenna
13 comments:
maybe we don't need to look at this problem as an infestation of some bad thing. but rather, treat it as a joyous celebration of all things good and natural. i raise my glass to making out in public. boo yeah.
Pardon me? Look Jenna, like any good pandemic, you can't fight it. So instead of wasting precious time combating this, I say you just join in. Wouldn't that be a lot easier than dousing every random couple with water?
Also, I disagree with your comments on making out in elevators. I mean seriously, the bomb.
you guys would disagree...
What does that even mean? Are you being literal? Just start making out with the next intern you ride the elevator with. But seriously, I have no idea what your comment meant, neither does Dave. By the way, hey Dave haven't talked to you in a while.
it's true. everything ian said is true. your comment makes no sense jenna, and we should be enjoying this make-out epidemic. and ian, you're right, haven't chatted in awhile. we should change that.
you are free to make your own interpretations.
anyway - enjoy away. but as for me, I am going to guard these virgin lips...
J
i'm in. can we each have our own elevator?
I agree with you on this one. PDA's are out of hand. BUT, I bet that if you found yourself alone with a hot guy in an elevator at the top floor of a 30+ floor building you, you could be tempted. Especially if he was in there with an accoustic guitar singing to you. Think about it.
A.W.
guy with an accoustic guitar singing to me?
Alright, I'm in...PDA all the way!
J
i knew you could be swayed. it was just a matter of a musically inclined, handsome, shirtless boy.
don't forget muscle-ly inclined...
J
hospitals! the place where emotions, and apparently hormones, run high.
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