Since I'm status quo with the running, I decided to dub Fridays as the day for "Random Friday Cilleyness." So here are a few things about me.
Bon Jovi's "Bad Medicine" always leaves me with the urge to watch the movie Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.
I am a Kevin Smith fan, primarily his six Jersey trilogy films with Jay and Silent Bob (I have yet to see Clerks II however). Yes, I know that six is more than three. This is why I like Kevin Smith. I haven't seen his conventional films yet. I could probably do without Jersey Girl but I want to see Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Because that's how I roll.
I get my cilleyness from my mother. In high school, my mother packed me and two of my best friends into our station wagon and took us to Washington State University to check out the college for a weekend. To get to Wazzu from the Seattle area, you drive across the state with your primary scenery being farms. Driving along the freeway we passed a horse farm. We all looked, we drove on. After about five minutes, my mother says in a loud yet conspiratorial voice: "Did you see those two horses back there having sex?" Dead silence. Then I said: "Yes. But we're too classy to say anything about it." More than twenty years later, when I take a car trip with my mother or with those friends, we're still asking each other "Did you see those two horses back there having sex?" Many people find me to have a rather raunchy, occasionally inappropriate sense of humour. Then they meet my mother and say: "Oh. That's where you get it from". This is particularly true if you take my mother and add alcohol.
I love you, Mom. Wouldn't have you any other way. :)
I get the crazy from my father. That, and a propensity toward addiction. Oh, and my eyes. Thanks Dad!
My eyes are not one color. Go ahead, I dare you to look and see for yourself. My eyes are blue, grey, and green. With a brown spot in the left eye. Everybody says "But they're gree--- no, wait. Blue? No, kind of blue-grey? But with a greenish tint. And then there's that brown spot in the one eye." They come from my paternal grandmother's side of the family. I just put "green" on my driver's license and call it good.
My favorite color is the bluish-purple of a summer twilight.
I had my first cup of coffee during an all-night study session the last semester of my senior year in college. I didn't really drink it after that until I moved to Cilleyland and into a job with a Starbucks in the lobby. I still rarely drink it; I'm a diet coke girl and there is something like three to five times as much caffeine in coffee as there is in soda. Last week's coffee binge (I had four cups worth of coffee) left me jittery in a bad way with an acid stomach. I always wanted to be a tea drinker because I thought it seemed cool. I kept trying but tea tasted like crap to me until a couple of years ago when I went to a real British tea house (at least as real as you can get outside of Britain). Now I've developed a taste for it, although I still prefer my diet soda.
The first job I had that I ever loved is the one I have now. It only took twenty years out in the work force to find it. I hope to keep doing it for a long, long, long time.
My phone's ringtone is the theme to Magnum, P.I.
Is that enough? Okay, good, because my break is almost over.
I'm still on track (heh) to run a race tomorrow, the leg is tight but doing well, but I am going to ask at today's packet pickup if I can switch from the 10K to the 5K. I'm wearing my new pretties today and they feel good. If I'm only doing a 5K tomorrow I might wear them for that. They feel so much more supportive that my current shoes, even without insoles.
I need to get my focus back and get back into training. Let's forget about the Burger King I had last night. My jeans are feeling nice and loose. Am I ready to go down a size? Or do they just need to be washed? It is a toss-up, truly.
It's less than 200 days to Eugene. I can do this. I will do this. I am able to do this. Go me!!!! In my PINK!!!!!!! shoes!