Can we stick with our specialties?

Alright Del Taco. Did you change your name to Del Burger? No? Then how about we stick to tacos. And Subway. Personal pizzas? Reallly?

Okay. It's like this. If I want a burger, I'm going to go to a restaurant that specializes in burgers. If I want a taco, I'm going to go to a place whose specialty is tacos. If I want pizza, I'll go to a pizza joint and if I want sandwiches I plan to go to a sandwich place. Is that unreasonable? No. What's unreasonable is that I can go to pizza hut to get pizza, pasta, chicken wings, or subs. What? Does that mean you're not putting as much effort into my pizza? It makes me nervous. That's all I'm sayin.

Somehow I'm down to two pairs of socks.

But the important thing is that I went to stadium cleanup after the game today (go Cougs.) and it was rainy, so I wore my waterproof cheer jacket from my sophomore year.
As it turns out, it's really just a regular jacket masquerading as a waterproof jacket. Like, maybe it was waterproof in another life. Or maybe its dad was a really successful waterproof jacket and its mom was a famous for being a really effective poncho and it was under a lot of pressure to be waterproof but it just couldn't be something it wasn't. You would think after owning this jacket for four years I would be familiar enough with it to know the extent of its capabilities. Anyway I probably have pneumonia now. But who doesn't love a little pneumonia?!

To add to my list of embarrassing moments.

More uncomfortable than embarrassing really.
I was looking forward to my after-run shower. I went into the bathroom in search of an unoccupied stall, but all the curtains had been left drawn shut by the cleaning ladies so I really had no way of knowing if any stall I chose had anyone in it already. Naturally, the one I picked did.

My apologies, stranger. I did NOT mean to assault you in your vulnerable post-shower-pre-pajama condition.

"I hate mondays."

-Garfield
-Kimball from spanish class
-Probably everyone of the English-speaking language

But you wanna know what I say? I say, "Hey Monday. Bring it on."

Make my day.

"My mother would die if she knew I had an opportunity to sleep with my teacher and I took the F instead." -Sammey Hunn

Yesterday I got a 79% on the accounting test that I had thought I did reasonably well on. A 79% is a lot like failing. Then today I got a 78% on my geology test. This is not looking promising. :( I could go for a hug.

MBTI Personality Type

My accounting professor asked my class to do this. Here's what I got, just as a little get-to-know-me activity. I'd say it's accurate.


INFP
Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them. Want an external life that is congruent with their values. Curious, quick to see possibilities, can be catalysts for implementing ideas. Seek to understand people and to help them fulfill their potential. Adaptable, flexible, and accepting unless a value is threatened.

If you want to know more about me, this is way more detailed and really accurate, but I completely understand if you don't care that much. I'd like it much better if you just hung out with me anyway :)

Things running has taught me about myself

1. First and foremost, there is a distinct possibility that I am directionally dysfunctional. Haha just kidding. It's an absolute certainty. It would probably be a good idea to memorize the street coordinates of campus..

2. I grossly underestimate stranger danger.

3. It's incredible how smells I encounter on my run affect the quality of my workout. For instance, smelling someone's fresh laundry drying when I run past their house never fails to improve it. Likewise, when I happen to run past a boy who wore enough cologne to leave a trail of his scent, I'm pretty sure I run faster. On the other hand, when I run by fast food places I feel like my lungs are filling with grease and my thighs are getting fatter which certainly makes moving them harder because, and I don't know if you know this, imaginary fat is heavier than actual fat.

4. Blisters on my feet from my running shoes (although probably 100% preventable) make me feel like a genuine athlete.

5. Brushing your teeth in the shower is significantly more refreshing than I expected. (..Okay that was a postrun shower discovery.)

6. Owl City just does not pump me up.

7. Neither does Justin Beiber.

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Dear smokin hot asian who half-smiled at me as I was walking back from Spanish,
I have a proposition. What do you say we get married for eternity and produce beautiful mixed babies? Think about it.
Sincerely, Amber