Workin' it

In an attempt to be physically fit I've been running (read swinging my arms more than usual when I walk) in my neighborhood, and doing Pinterest workouts (like this one). Because I do not have the money or motivation to purchase free weights right before I move, I've had to come up with a solution.  (Also, I find it mildly offensive that the only weights I need are pink--what if a guy wanted to do some two pound bicep curls? Am I right?)

So, just in case you, blog reader, ever thought I was a cool, hip, rad person just picture me doing tricep extensions with my snow boots at midnight while an eastern European woman on youtube tells me that I'm doing a great job.

This does offer an alternative to working on my thesis. Here are some other things I did today to avoid writing:

-blogged
-moved my Summer clothes to the front of the closet
-added two miles to my walk to school
-researched the best hypothetical wireless phone plan for my family
-watched a video of Lindsay and Scott's new baby 1-7 times (ok, that wasn't a waste of time)
-organized my itunes folders
-payed all my bills
-drank a lot of water, so I could take frequent bathroom breaks (this is real)
-watched Ron Artest Meta World Peace throwing elbows
-watched ESPN commentators talk about the incident at length
-got my inbox down to 0 new message and categorized the last month's messages
and finally
-spent twenty minutes coaxing a wasp out of my apartment, which included a broom, a lot of climbing on furniture, and an iron will

THEN, I worked out with my snow boots. Nice day, Sar.

Discovery of a new vegetable

It's broccoli rabe! It's delicious. Probably, not blog-worthy by itself, but certainly blogable if the chef creates a picture pun while the food is cooking.

It's a bouncing Broccoli Rob! Oh, yeah.

Hey! fever

Apparently, I have allergies. This has never happened to me before, but for the past week my eyes have been watering nonstop (honestly, people keep asking if I'm alright) and I've got a scratchy voice going on, which works well for Janis Joplin and Pheobe Buffay impressions.

I'll take the crying and smoker's voice in exchange for Spring though. I took a few pictures on my walk home the other day. Sometimes Oregon is so pretty. Other times it's raining.

In other news, I'm going to a roller derby this weekend. Don't be alarmed if I decide that my years of rollerblading with Rusty was actually part of a journey that will end in me holding some sort of MVP trophy with a roller skate on top.

Art events

Well, I had a hellova week last week that was completely filled with art. Check out the Art History Association page, if you care to partake in the academic glory that was our student symposium. We also hosted Annie Sprinkle, an artist and former pornstar which was oh. so. edgy. Not really, but I did get to go on an ecosexy walking tour around campus, where we were all asked which element of nature is the sexiest. Easy: rocks. Big rocks.

Anyway, my favorite art-themed event was Michael's niece Chloe's birthday party. If you know Jen, Michael's sister, then you won't be surprised that the party was adorable and amazing and fundamentally pin-able. Here's a few pictures of Chloe and fam, partyin.

 Morgan, Pictionary star.

 Note the fruitloop necklaces. So cute.

Happy Birthday Clo!

Well, I officially want Jen to plan my next birthday party. Later that day we went to OMSI, which is a pretty incredible science museum. Gotta love museums where you can touch things without getting in trouble.

I wish I had a video of Brynn climbing into the sand tub. Free solo.

 Turns out the artist is also an architect. I wish I could say that I helped with this, but I actually did the other side, which was mega boring.

I'm going to miss this family so much when I move away from Oregon, that I choose not to think about it. At least I'm good at the drive from Salt Lake to Portland! 

Five dolla

It's Spring--even in Oregon. I sat on my balcony for a few minutes yesterday (I got sunburned, because I was a magical, vampirish shade of white. Now I'm pink.) and it was lovely. Happy Easter.

This weekend, I saw a woman pull a head out of her trunk in the wee hours of the morning.

Back up:

Michael and I made the mistake of talking about our financial future last week--which basically meant that we frowned at each other for a few hours on google chat. This inspired me to cancel my appointment with the fancy salon I was going to go to, and go to a beauty school to get my hair cut instead. I also scheduled the appointment at 8:00am on a Saturday, which is further proof that I'm crazy.

I woke up early (was I nervous?) and ended up in front of the school a half an hour early. I was having a sleepy phone conversation with my mom when a woman got out of her car next to my and pulled a head out of the trunk. I actually made a "graah" noise.

You guessed it, it was a doll head for practicing hair stylin', but seriously, why would it need to be so realistic?

I ended up sitting in a room full of people who were working on their doll heads, coloring their hair and cutting it. I was the only live doll. It was pretty much grown up American Girls. Also, I know some people go to beauty school to learn about...beauty(?), but it seemed to me that the conversation focused on how hot Tina's dad was (which Tina was oddly fine with) and how Easter sucks because they all have to eat dinner with their families, but ham is delicious. In my opinion, he really wasn't that hot, I would love to eat dinner with my family, and ham shmam. This might seem like it wasn't so bad, but the girl took--count it--TWO AND A HALF HOURS to cut my hair. She did a good job, I'm overall happy with my choice, but geez. I guess the doll heads are more patient.

I didn't want to try anything to crazy, with Suzy Student cutting my hair, but check me out:

 Ok, this is not a good picture, especially if it's supposed to show off my hair, but I feel the need to share it anyway. I was trying out a "oh you just happened upon me while standing it the kitchen giving a ghost a high-five" pose. 

Those online modeling classes are really paying off.

Hey, guess what's officially on the calendar? I'm going to get my cap and gown this week. It will have a hood--like a death eater. Awesome.

Hurry Up Already

C'mon Spring! All we need are more days like today.

PS-It started hailing about four minutes later.

And All That Jazz

My parents and I went to the Jazz/Trailblazer game in Portland and we didn't get beaten up! My mom did put her sweat shirt over her jersey before going to the bathroom by herself to avoid being jumped. They won the game in the last minute which was pretty awesome. Paul Milsap agreed to be my boyfriend which was more awesome.

But, it can be argued that the extreme awkwardness of the photo below could be the most impressive part of the night. Nice lean in, Sar.

Here are a few more normal photos:

This recycling business does not happen in the Energy Solutions Arena, now does it?

You might think that they're smiling, but they're actually terrified, 

because they're being heckled.

That's better. 

Thanks for coming to see me, parents!