This weekend…I don’t even know what to say this weekend. So many things didn’t go according to plan, but I guess that’s part of the beauty of life, huh?
First off, I skipped my run on Friday. I woke up, turned my alarm off, and went straight back to sleep. No harm, no foul, I thought, I’d just tack an extra mile or two on my long run the next day. (Oh how wrong I was…)
Fridays are typically my longest days in terms of time spent doing obligatory things (classes and meetings), so my weekend never really starts until about 3-4pm on Fridays. (Welcome to the real world, self.) Once I was done with said obligatory things, a friend and I were really antsy, so we decided to get ourselves off campus and to the Houston Galleria. Aka the biggest mall I have ever been to and the one place I can consistently count on getting lost in every time I set foot in it…even with the help of a map.
Anyway, we did a little bit of buying and a lot of looking. The only thing I bought was this shirt:
I’m trying to step up my hobo-like game and attempt to dress like a normal person. The things that growing up does to you…
We arrived back to school in time to eat dinner, do a little bit of homework, and then I drifted off watching Suits and gearing up for my long run the next morning.
Saturday morning arrived. My alarm went off at 6:30. I promptly set it for an hour later and went back to sleep. An hour later, it went off. Again. I set it for an hour later and went back to sleep. Again.
An hour later, at a bright and crisp 9:30am, I finally dragged my butt out of bed…to shower, eat breakfast, and not run.
The fantastic thing about not having a race looming is that I can opt out of running whenever I just plain don’t feel like it. The bad thing about not having a race looming is that I can opt out of running whenever I just plain don’t feel like it. I’m not worried about it, though, because after waking up at 9:30 on Saturday and today (without an alarm today!), I figured my body needed the sleep and the rest.
And my Saturday afternoon in and of itself was probably a good like, 5 miles. I went downtown to get my passport renewed. Standard stuff–get my driver’s license photocopied, picture taken, sign some things, etc. And then the guy asked me if I had my payment. I read somewhere that some facilities only accepted cash, so I came prepared beforehand with a giant wad of $20s. (I’m getting my passport expedited, aka lots of mula. Gotta love the government.)
…except if I was actually prepared, I would have known that you can’t just mail in a wad of $20s to the State Department. It had to be in the form of a check or a money order, so I got sent out to door to CVS, about a 20-ish minute walk from the facility. Okay, no big deal, it’s a little bit of exercise and some fresh air.
Once I arrived, I realized that I had forgotten my driver’s license AND my passport at the facility, so I had no valid identification on me. So then I went back to the facility. And then trudged back to CVS, got my money order, and then went back to the facility. And once I got back, what used to be no line had turned into a line of 5 people. Which took an hour to process.
So that was my Saturday afternoon. Because of this, friends and I arrived late to the restaurant we wanted to check out and there was an enormous line and we were all starving, so we opted for our trusty friend instead:
You can always count on Chipotle being there for you. Burrito bowl with brown rice, steak, pico de gallo, corn, guacamole, and lettuce.
(For the record, all of our serveries are closed on Saturday nights, so we’re forced to find food elsewhere. Which is why we always eat out on Saturday nights.)
Saturday night, I had every intention of going to a party that our residential college (for more information on our residential college system, refer to this post–my second one ever!) was hosting. And then I found a list of 22 Books For Your Ultimate Summer Reading List (ignore the fact that it’s not summer).
The “Deep Dives” section captured my interest because I have never ever read an 800+ page book before. (I’m pretty sure the longest book I’ve ever read was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and I don’t know whether I should be proud of that fact or not.) So I thought, why not? I thought the first book on the list, Shantaram, looked interesting, so I downloaded it, and then spent the rest of the night snuggled in bed with it.
Grandma status officially reached.
What’s the one place that, without fail, you get lost in every single time you’re there? Or am I the only one who severely lacks a sense of direction?
What’s the longest book you’ve ever read?