damelo que quiero

i know blog, it has been a while. my apologies. twitter is much more convenient and i get to feel like i'm really friends w/ the jo bros, but i'm back. for good this time. i hope you can forgive me, after all, carrie forgave big.

the real reason for my return is the muy exciting trip i'm about to embark on ... MADRID! i leave for study abroad in españa in exactly one week. as i sat here and listened to the Juanes inspired station on pandora, i realized that thats like super duper soon. for the first time since i was accepted into the program, i can see past my all consuming anxieties and actually feel excited about whats about to happen.

i've made many many lists of things that have to get done, and things i have to buy, and people i have to write letters, and which cardigans i have to bring and the list of lists goes on and on.

i plan on using the next seven days to cram in play time with important people and to fully prepare myself for flying so when i pop a couple lorazepam before i board i can know everything is taken care of. more exciting updates to come i promise....

besos!
tay

oh hey there God, you ride the red line?

tonight i got on the red line at jackson in a fit of rage. middle east politics professor was a jerk tonight and i had to rethink my love for him and our plan of running away together. that and he gave me a b+ on a paper that i TOTALLY deserved an a- on.

as i began considering quitting academics because i am clearly incompetent and not meant for a career and politics and just a dumby (i think i used that word towards the end of my phone conversation with my mom...i was reverting back to 3rd grade vocab) a man got on the train.

i took him to be the typical crazy homeless man who is on the red line after 9pm. maybe he had a weird poem to read. maybe he wanted some taco bell. maybe in his head he was surrounded by nymphs with clogs on. ya know, typical crazy.

but then he started quoting to the entire train my all time fav bible verse...II Corinthians 12:9 My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." I'm not gonna get all preachy in a blog post but isn't it kinda freaky when you hear exactly what you need to hear at the exact moment you need to hear it?

i need to ride the red line more often.

lovaBULL, false.

so last night i learned that there was a reason for me not watching sporting events very often. my nervous system is not built for it. I don't have enough control over my stress level for triple overtime situations.i'm not built for them.
stress level through the night:
1st overtime: oo, this is cool, but stressful.
2nd overtime: seriously, at least its almost over.
3rd overtime: gaaaaah anxiety attack. this sucks i wanna go home.

its probably a good thing that i have my fam in town and won't be able to watch game 7. GO BULLS.

adorably uncomfortable.

there is nothing quite like the first time you go to mass with a new friend. so wonderful to start a semi-regular church date, but sort of uncomfortable for the following reasons.
1. how loud does this person like to sing the songs, if they sing at all? i'll just mumble sing till i figure it out.
2. are we going to hold hands during the our father? did is stick my hand out too soon? ok i'll take it back, now she's sticking her hand out. fuck.
3. during the peace, do we hug or shake? should we try both? shoot that was uncomfortable. giggle. giggle. oh jeez.

so don't worry lauren, we'll get better at this. i promise.

taylor: 1, burger: 0

I eat quickly, don't know why but i always finish my food a good 10 minutes before my dining mates.

tonight i ate a half pound burger in 7 bites. impressive? yes. healthy? no.

i'm left w/ a stomach ache the likes of which I have seen many times before and will see many times again. but here's my theory, as long as the burger comes out of my digestive system on the lower half of my body, then i win and the burger loses. so far, so good.

do i have to like flogging molly?

its st. patty's day, a very special day to me and my people. so watch ps i love you, eat some corned beef, do a jig, drink a beer, buy into stereotypes and be merry.
my goal for spring break is to not watch tv unless its a new episode of gossip girl or how i met your mother. instead i'll be reading books and taking naps and doing my best at this whole "self-improvement" thing. i also got rid of perez hilton on my bookmark bar...i'm starting to be a grown up!
first i'm gonna go celebrate st. patty's day w/ some drunken debauchery though, then i'll be a grown up :)

cleanliness is a right, not a luxury

if i owned a restaurant, I would have a sign in my bathroom that said "employees must wash hands, but everyone should." seriously, sanitation and clean hands are not just for the gainfully employed.

message to the world: wash your hands guys, if jesus can take the time to wash other peoples feet, you can wash your freaking hands.