I'll be back on the blogwagon shortly

I just returned from a business trip. If that doesn't ensure my status as a bonafide adult, I don't know what will.
As soon as I make it out of my mounds and leaning piles of work I will post about some recent concerts, trips, and hot asses I've come across.
Very good.

CLIF Banana Nut Bread

Don't ever eat this.While I have enjoyed many other flavor varieties from Clif, this particular banana flavor honestly makes me wretch. It smelled like medicine when I opened the wrapper and the three bites that are now in my stomach are mixing with the other residents of my stomach for a quite unenjoyable result.

Where's my Cherry Pie when I need it?

I am a product of our Durkeimian Society

I followed a man from Georgetown back to work today. I walked 1/2 a block behind him for 4 blocks. I watched him walk and scream at nobody. He screamed obscenities and blood curdling accusations of people who had wronged him. He turned his head up to the sky and didn't care who heard him. I wondered what had happened for him to act this way. I wondered if it was a breakdown or just a normal Tuesday. But mostly, I wondered why nobody reacted to him. In a city of over 1/2 a million people, everyone walks with their head down. They don't acknowledge anothers pain and suffering, or delusional behavior.


The other day, a professional violinist stood outside a metro stop and played all morning. Nobody really even took note. A few people stopped to look back, after realizing that this man was very talented, but then kept walking on. He made little money and was mostly ignored.
Why are people so scared to acknowledge each other? What is the fear of giving someone a smile? Or asking them if they are ok? Are we really so important that we cannot take 10-15 minutes out of our day to help someone?
If I didn't think the man walking down the street was going to shoot my head off or stab me, maybe I would've talked to him. Maybe. *Sigh

Freedom bicycles

In France, people can rent bikes at will! You buy a card that is good for the entire week. From there, you just swipe the card at a little machine by the bikes and the first 1/2 hour is free, after that it is just a couple euros an hour. After you are done with it, return it to one of the several hundred stations around town. You can choose the bike you want by punching in the number at the machine and about 10 seconds later, after hearing a beep, your bike will pop free! Liberation!
And apparently because of the mass amounts of bikes for rent around this certain town in France, all the cars are well trained to share the road with bikers.
I wonder what it would take to get this instituted in our nations capital?

Confessions of a Post-Teenage impoverished woman

I don't really get the boyfriend thing like I used to.

From the time I was in high school until basically 2 years ago, I had a boyfriend. I don't think I was one of those girls who need a boyfriend, rather I just kept meeting boys with potential.
Either my standards have been rising, or I am not getting out enough. I just can't imagine having a boyfriend at this point in my life. With my spare time, I would rather be:
1. Hanging out with friends
2. Exploring the city
3. Going to shows
4. Cooking/Baking
5. Watching a movie from my queue
6. Going to dinner with my dad or mom
7. Organizing my stuff
8. Planning trips
9. Catching up on The Office or Arrested Development
10. Meeting new people
11. Learning double dutch
12. Hiking
13. Writing stories or songs

Basically I could go on and on. And guys, I realize that most of these things (with the exception of #11 and perhaps #6) can be done with a guy in tow, but I don't want them to be. The whole idea of having a boyfriend just seems silly to me. I would never want anyone to hold me back from what I am planning on doing in life or my current projects. I think if I were to have a boyfriend he would interfere. Am I selfish? I don't think so. And its not like I think "all the good ones are taken" or "woah is me, I don't have a boyfriend". Please, I know how to get the job done:

I have just finally tapped into the exciting life of a single girl and I'm not ready to succumb to coupledom quite yet. What I really need right now is a boy who will take me out and pay for all my wants and needs. All I need is a couple pair of shoes so I can look hot for you, and a season pass to Kings Dominion. And maybe a house in Ecuador. But that's all. Please sign up in comments below. I will be reviewing applicants all weekend.

Thank you and good luck to you.

Urban Crapfitters

Against my better judgement, I like the clothing selection at Urban Outfitters. They have fun, trendy, semi-inexpensive clothes and don't even get me started on the apartment collection. Love it.

Sometimes they dare to walk on the wild side. And I guess they are just selling "what's hot". If this is what is becoming trendy, I might have to put Urban on my list:

I feel bad for her. Her face says it all. This outfit is atrocious. Zoot suits are so 1996 cheerleading. What am I? A summer gas station attendant?

She's right, you know. I have an outfit hidden somewhere in my memory boxes just like that in cardinal and white with my name embroidered on the upper left. Cardinal, Gold and White! Fight! Fight! Fight!

A years worth of hard work.

I know I have been writing a lot about being vegetarian lately. Well, I think I am no longer a vegetarian since last night I ate this:One year has passed since that fateful day I decided to abstain from meat product. I decided it was time to reevaluate my lifestyle choices. I thought "Maybe sometimes I want to eat a really good mexican taco". As soon as I bit into the chicken taco, I was surprised at how not grossed out I was.
The first bite:
Not that I'm going to be a hard core t-bone eater. But maybe I will eat meat every so often, in different cultural situations or when somebody makes a dish for me with meat in it. I hate to be a picky guest.
Please forgive me, vacas y gallinas, for the events that transpired last night. And I promise I will never be careless in my meat consumption, nor shall I ever consider this:

I'm not saying I love it, I'm just saying I get it done

The time is coming for a revolution.
It happens every couple years or so. I get tired of the State That I Am In. But I will tell you, things are happening in my life and the energy molecules are buzzing all around.

New particles are being introduced and I can feel my body composition changing. And no, I'm not doing crack or anything.

I just love the feeling of new knowledge being introduced to you. The school of life. The school that you don't have to pay for. It pays you. Being a professional has its downsides, but it is very rewarding sometimes. I got to go to a dinner last night and hear people speak about a very important issue the world is facing today. People at the pinnacle of their career. People who travel the globe, infecting others with their knowledge and ideas. It was amazing to hear about the desires and aspirations of people involved in something where they know they can make a difference.
I want to become this kind of person. I am going to learn more about important issues, and become politically involved. I want to sleep, eat, and breathe these issues and understand them. I want to make a difference. I am young and I have a lifetime to affect others thoughts and change current policies within our country and perhaps in the future, throughout the globe.
It is an exciting time to be young and starting a career.
The time is coming for a revolution.

So Long, Farewell.

No amount of vegetables, diet coke, or chocolate cake could keep me from crying at work today.
My favorite coworker is leaving. He is part of the reason why I took this job. Now, I am left with a hodgepodge mix of people. He tied us together, he was the glue. He was my friend. He was, my Cube Buddy.

I want---no, I need these.

I want these headphones. Apparently you can only get them in Tokyo. But this girl was able to get a pair from her friend who traveled there. You can also get them online, but only if you understand how to speak block.

This post is for you, Idaho.

This is my friend, Hud. He is a firefighter for Alaska Fire Service. He looks like Idaho rob.


This is Idaho Rob.

I think Hud has a child in Idaho he doesnt know about...

Bunnies

I took a trip to Idaho to see babies. Here is what I saw.

1. Brooklyn Bunny

2. A dapper looking Tanner

3. An adorable E squared

And many others...





I wish I could describe how much fun it really was. Maybe this picture can explain it

Squeaker Squeakity Squeaken

There is a woman at my work who looks and acts like Miss Lippy. Everytime I walk by her desk she has a huge wad of hair in her mouth and she is chewing hard. It is disgusting. I also realized today that she wears squeaky shoes. Every so often she will get up to my floor and I can hear her coming. Slow, methodical squeaks down the hall. I just wonder what she does when she gets off work. In my mind, she goes home, puts on a rubber suit, and does modern dance moves on herkitchen counters while singing Bjork songs put to a John Tesh tune. And then she eats paste.

Contrary to public opinion

Telling someone that their deliciously, gooey cinnamon rolls are as good as store bought is not a compliment.

Being a vegetarian is hard during march madness

Yesterday and today were landmark days. I made an incredible realization. I went to a bar for lunch yesterday with "the boys". Then I went to another bar for lunch to watch the games. Of course, The Bar is an excellent place in which to mingle, grab a pint, and watch The Game on the bigscreen. Who doesn't love that? Games? Fun! Mingling? Fun! Grabbing things? FUN!

However, being a non-meat eater, I must focus on the menu portion of the experience in order to get sustinance and satiate my hunger. So what can you get to eat at The Bar if you are an herbivore? Well, there are many things!! There is the house salad, usually served with tomatoes and onions (and carrots today!!!). There is the ceasar salad with big croutons and creamy thick artery clogging dressing. There is the artichoke and spinach dip! Oh and don't forget the side order of fries!!

For the second day in a row I had a house salad. It wasn't very good. It was expensive. The lettuce was wilting. I don't even like salad that much, despite what an old boyfriend thought. I made both of us do these silly surveys to see "how well we knew each other". Horrible, horrible time. He didn't know me at all! And whats worse is that he thought my favorite food was salad!! Who's favorite food is salad? How boring.

Anyway after my recent rise in salad intake, I realized that this is the very reason vegetarians are misunderstood. "This" meaning people who eat large quantities of meat usually also like sports. (I'm not going to generalize at all here. This is all cold, hard, proven fact.) People who like sports, like to hang out in Sports Bars. Sports bars put salads on their menu for the health conscious, not for vegetarians persay. So all the people that go to these Sports Bars or these American "good ol boy" restaurants think that the only thing available to vegetarians are gross, yucky, wilty salads! They are so silly, those meat-eating-sports-loving-salad-hating people.

I don't feel like it

Being sick is the pits.

I went through my life for a year without a cold and now in the past 3 months I have gotten 2 colds. Since I started working. Hmmm....I must work in a dirty environment with sick, yucky people. Airborne, here I come.

You know that feeling when you have to sneeze and you dont? Then it just lingers there in your nose, tickling your throat and nose and your eyes start to water? Snap. I hate that.

On a completely different note, yesterday after work I happened to take advantage of my surroundings. It was 70 degrees and sunny. I met up with a friend and we hiked up to the zoo. The zoo! As we walked in, the first animal I noticed was the Zebra. And I thought -- How interesting that as I work about 1 1/2 miles away from this place, typing and saving things on the N Drive, there are jungle and safari animals just hanging out doing their thing. That is severly odd. What if they escaped and you didn't know? Then you'd be walking down the street, minding your own business and all of the sudden there is a panda walking next to you, reading the Express. There are a lot of temps working here. I wish that they would hire a panda as a temp. Atleast I could think of interesting questions to ask him. I'll talk to HR and see what they think.

So after the zoo, we got ice cream. I got lime daquari and it was pretty decent. I love the city. There are tons of interesting restaurants, the most intriguing being the Ethiopian restaurants I have recently noticed. They are everywhere. The food must be good...right? Speaking of restaurants, I got a call this morning to inform me that I won lunch for me and 10 of my friends at Mai Thai!!!! I'm so excited! I dropped my business card in a dropbox. The only one I have dropped since recently getting my business cards. The funny thing is I didn't even eat at that restaurant. It was too crowded. Ha. Now I get 11 free meals. I am on my way to being the most popularist person in my office.

Why do I keep using my vacation time to go to Utah???

I had a successful weekend. I was in the Great Basin. Grizz country. There are a myriad of reasons why my trip was so plentiful in success. Here are a few:
1. Babies
2. Sisters
3. Brother
4. Bagels
5. Bunnies
6. Knock knock jokes

There were a few reasons why my trip was sad, too.
1. Leaving
2. No Heddo
3. No One World Cafe

But I say a 6:3 ratio means I had a good trip. If we are speaking mathematically. But what other way is there to speak?

Bad things come in three's...

There are some ridiculous people in the world.

I know a few.

Others have escaped my inner social circle, but I still continue to berate them silently and now, on Nomadic Nourishment.



1. Shannyn Sossaman.
You may know her better as Lady Jocelyn from A Knights Tale or the lady that one guy wanted a piece of in 40 days and 40 nights. Or whatever that silly movie was called. Or you may, in fact, know her as the mother of a handsome baby boy, Audio Science. I know what you're thinking. Why does she spell her name with a y? And to that I have to say: I don't know. I don't know. And just so we're clear, she is very much into aural equations and calculations. And naming her babies after her obsession with said equations. *Shudder


2. Italian Greyhounds
Please understand, I love animals. I love dogs. I love greyhounds. I even love Italians. But this dog is utterly ridiculous. You could snap its legs like a wishbone and everyone I've ever seen is constantly shaking. I'm assuming the shakes are due to either its lack of fat content or its constant fear of being sat on by a fat American. It won't go outside if it's too cold or rainy. It will not rough house like a normal dog. I guess it wouldn't be so ridiculous if they put it in another animal category such as Dwarf Horse or Phytoplankton.

3. Monaco.

Alright. So it's not a person. But Monaco is the 2nd smallest country in the world. I would have made fun of the smallest, but it is the Vatican City and I would for the Pope to be on my good side. Just in case I ever decide to become catholic or a choir boy. But Monaco is basically a country full of yachts, rich naked sunbathers and Misha Barton. And I can't respect a country whose tourists have never seen a fannie pack or consumed a can processed cheese in their lifetime.

These are the three that shall never enter the inner sanctum of friendship. Maybe I will let Audio Science into my inner circle, eventually. But only because we could make fun of his mother together.

A man's best accessory

Besides the fact that I am at work on the most beautiful Saturday afternoon we have thusly been bestowed with, today is a great day.


We finally opened up our blinds today. There is sunlight pouring through our windows and warming our bodies. Roomies and I sat in the sunroom and talked this morning and I must say, it was one of the more relaxing mornings of my life.


That being said, I have been thinking of something lately that is very troubling. For the past 6 years I have harbored an unnatural love for big, bushy man beards. None of these sissy I Am A Grown Man of Seventeen beards. No, I'm talking the Sam Beam variety.Seriously. I see a man with a beard and it's like time stands still for that one moment while we are gazing longingly into each others eyes (read: me creepily staring at his luscious beard). So imagine my surprise when I saw a picture of a boy with a mustache and I liked it. Well, not really a boy because we all know what a 13 year old with a hairlip looks like. Unacceptable. More appropriately it is a 20 something man.

He is Brandon Flowers, the lead singer for The Killers. He has such an attractive mustache. His whole look screams "I play Tybalt in weekend productions of Romeo and Juliet". I never thought I was attracted to the thespian type, yet here I am swooning for a mustache. But it is only a certain type of mustache. Not too thin, not too thick.

What is too thick? Well.I guess the difference for me between beards and mustaches is this: The fuller and thicker your beard is, the more i want to make out with you. The fuller and thicker your mustache is, the more i want to run away screaming for fear of walrus attack.

iScream

Today is Friday. Nobody is working. I want to get an ice cream cone and walk around the zoo. It's SO nice outside today. Having really awful weather makes you appreciate those warm, sunny days a bit more.

No, but seriously. I really want an ice cream cone. Mint chocolate chip. Gimme.