Cheetah Girls

So prom is fast approaching.
And, of course, I've managed to make a couple of stumbles on my way there.
For one, I've changed prom dresses so many times I've lost count.
The one that I finally settled on has a low back.
I have a horrible sports bra line.

So my mom and I bought spray tan stuff and tested it out a couple of days ago.
My mom's vision isn't what it used to be (she's blind as a bat, even with her glasses).
So my stomach was sprayed...unevenly.
I look like I have cheetah prints.
But at least I look fierce.

On the bright side, I knocked out another long run today.
But I need to keep an eye on my shins, because they've been hurting lately.
Shin splints are the the last thing I need!

You'll Be in My Heart

So I'm a little bummed out tonight.
It's been a LONG week and today has been particularly difficult for me.
I won't sit her and complain about it in detail, but let's just say that the only guy I feel like spending time with tonight is Phil Collins.
MAN that guy can sing.

So anyways, my running this week has gone alright.
I'm hoping my long run tomorrow will help get rid of some of my stress.
I hope everyone else's week has been a bit better.
Hopefully I'll be chipper again by tomorrow!

Deja Vu

Two blog posts in one day?
You might be thinking, "But Jessie, how is this possible?"
Well this blog post is sponsored by stupid tornado warnings that ruin Friday evening plans.

I had a date.
I NEVER have dates (partly because I'm a nerd, but mostly because I'm insanely busy most of the time).
You win this round, Mr. Tornado.

Russell Brand ftw.

I was going to see Arthur, which looks hilarious.
But no.
Now I'm sprawled out on my floor playing on the computer and watching episodes of Daria on the internet.

All I know is this storm better clear up before my long run tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'm going to see what crazy new art project Jane Lane has undertaken.

Perfect summary of what my night is going to be like.

I hope everyone else's evenings pan out better than mine.

Weekend Wars

I feel like I've been fighting every single weekday to get to the weekend.
But unfortunately, Thursday night kicked my butt so I'm going to class late today.
Everyone needs a breather I guess.

But I couldn't miss today completely because today is the Day of Silence at my school.
(This week seems to be following a theme...)
Anyways, a classmate of mine organized the Day of Silence at my school to raise awareness of bullying.
While this mainly brings awareness of bullying due to sexual orientation, it also applies to bullying in general.

I don't have much running news this week.
I've been running, but hopefully I can sign up for another race soon.
I'm beginning to go through withdrawals.

Are any of you running any cool races soon?

Run long.

Gay Day at Six Flags

Have you heard about this?
Apparently Six Flags Theme Parks are holding LGBT Pride days, which people have dubbed 'Gay Day's.
The one in Six Flags over Georgia is sometime in August.
I just thought that was interesting.

Anyways, I knocked out another long run on Saturday.
I did some 'speed play'.
Unfortunately, I made this decision about ten minutes after eating a heavy lunch.
But I kept my lunch down (miraculously) and got home without walking.
As soon as I got home I sprawled out on the floor next to an air vent and refused to move.
Summer heat is just around the corner.
Goodie.

Baby We Were Born to Run

Which is exactly what I'm not doing today.
I hate rest days.
And it always seems like my rest days fall on the ONE day that the weather is perfect.
But I'm currently sunburned and my right cheek (and no, I don't mean the one on my face) is sore for some reason.
So I suppose that a rest day is good.

But it's so hard to just sit around!
Plus I have my Econ class again today, which I don't exactly find enthralling either.

But I'm supposed to go rock wall climbing this afternoon with some friends.
So let's just hope my butt doesn't fail me!

Run For the Hills

So I was reading CAUTION: Redhead Running when I came across a post of hers about something near and dear to my heart:
Boob loss.
Apparently I'm not the only female runner that has experienced the devastating loss of a cup size due to my favorite pastime. And like Morgan, I continue to have what one can only classify as a 'ghetto booty', while my boobs seemed to have run for the hills. They're refusing to return.

But I'm leaving the porch light on.
You know, just in case.