tapering sucks.

my longest run was eleven miles and then we did eight last week; this whole tapering business makes me feel unprepared. i did four on monday, three yesterday and two today; all these runs feel so short. and now i'm done training. the run is sunday and i'm supposed to be ready. apparently this is what everyone does and it's normal and i'm storing up energy. whatever. that's a bunch of bull. i feel like i'm losing all that i've worked up for. if i don't finish the race i will blame it on the taper. damn you, [tapir].

feist gets FOUR thousand cool points.

settlers.

have you ever played settlers of catan? it's a great board game... and it's fun for me because one) the board changes every game and two) there is a lot of strategy involved.

i think it is worth noting that i won tonight. for the first time. ever. and i was playing against nick baer (when playing against nick, your chances of winning drop by at least sixty percent). go me, go.

i am not a risk taker.

i repeat: i am not a risk taker. and i am about to take a very LARGE risk: moving.

excited. nervous. anxious. excited. scared. unprepared. excited.

i've been packing all day and forgot how annoying this process is.

john mayer's iPhone.

the iPhone has graced my presence. except i am unsure of how to make a phone call? i just want to be able to call someone. on my phone. help?

"katz, you just have to think like an iPhone. really logically. what button would you press to make a call?" dillon said.

"i'm double tapping the name. nothing is happening. in order to call you i had to memorize your number and type it in."

"you're ridiculous. just tap the number."

"oh... well what if i don't know how to think like an iPhone?"

"sounds like you're going to be really frustrated for a while."

"great."

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went to the sleep train pavilion last night to watch john mayer contort his face and play the blues, among other things. he is absolutely right: he doesn't care what you say and think as long as one day he is known for the way he plays the guitar. not sure if that gives him license to be a jerk (from what i've read/heard), but whatever. his wish is slowly becoming granted... he is a guitar player who happens to be able to sing. and write music that is far too complex for his age (in reference to some of the early stuff).

because he has come so far since "room for squares" (think: "try!") the crowd was not so much of the teeny-bopper fourteen-year-old. it was nice to be surrounded with people who were there not just for his hits but to hear the blues. finally.

love love loved the lawn seating. it was perfect to be with friends and not feel confined to a chair. i mean, i'm sure being able to see the stage would have been nice, but still... the perfect summer night with google in the air wasn't so bad.

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ps. i don't think john mayer actually has an iPhone. i think he has a blackberry. bet he regrets that decision. OR he secretly has an iPhone but can't be seen on it. that would suck. (OR he loves his blackberry. doubt it.)

hearing versus listening.

yes, i understand that you're listening to me. but you're not hearing me. if you were hearing me then you'd understand my point of view. and maybe even change your mind.

is that fair or unfair? maybe unfair. and maybe that goes against all the rules of communication and active listening but i don't like you right now because i'm not being heard. and at this point i couldn't even tell you what it looks like to be heard.

this sucks; i am so emotionally involved in all of this. damnit.

even though her face is melting off...

...she still looks hot. CAUSE IT'S HER BIRTHDAY.


anna jordan, i love you. happy birthday.

three-year-olds have no filters.

weird. instead of dreaming about christian bale i had a very vivid dream about tiger woods. don't worry, he kissed me.

the other day emma and i had a conversation that left me a little bit more self-conscious about life in general:
me: how you doin'?
emma: how you doin'?
me: no, girl, how you doin'?
emma: stop! you're big on top!
me: emma! what did you just say??
emma (in the most matter-of-fact way): you're big on top.

oh, three-year-old. bless your heart.

retainers. suck.

it's done.
it's official.
we signed the lease.
move in date is august first.
wowzers.

my last summer school class is tomorrow. off for two weeks and then on to my traineeship working with the grandmas and grandpas. that will be something to post about, i'm sure.

i really wanted to write about the weekend but i just saw the dark knight. you'll have to see photos from lesley in the mean time. anyway, the movie. IMPRESSIVE. well done, heath ledger, well done. and christian bale, i'm excited to meet tonight as my head snuggles up to my pillow and my eyes tighten, while my tongue travels around my mouth and my teeth are frustrated that a set of retainers must live in there for the next eight hours.
will you kiss me any way?

concert videos.

here are some videos of the coldplay concert...

this is Lost!:


and this is In My Place:


also, we sign a lease tomorrow. hoooooray!