Sunday, January 27, 2008


I waited awhile between posts because I hoped someone would comment on my previous post... alas, no dice. Meh.

I watched Juno last night (Ellen Page, Michael Cera, Allison Janney) - what an awesome movie. It had that Napoleon Dynamite feel to it, only much cooler, and a much more important subject (not hard to be more important the nunchuck skills and llamas... or whatever Tina was?). Anyways, I highly recommend it. I've added it to my "movies-that-are-awesome-because-they-don't-make-me-scared-of-having-an-alien-baby" list. There are two on the list now. (The other one is Knocked Up). Now don't get me wrong - i do not want babies! All I'm saying is that what is a horribly scary prospect for me is slightly less scary after seeing these films. I think it's the whole, "It was an accident, and a really shitty situation, but I can still make the most of this" mentality of both Katherine Heigl's and Ellen Page's characters. I still think newborns look like aliens.

In other news, I bit the bullet last week and decided to start paying for my music, and jumped on the ITunes bandwagon. And honestly? I'm pretty glad I did. It's nice to be relatively caught up on music again (something I prided myself on until I came to Korea). I just have to make sure I budget monthly for the ridiculous amount I'm sure to spend on it. In my first day, I spent around $55. Steph has Napster, pays $14/month, and has unlimited downloads. I would do that, if i hadn't been dumb and bought an IPod... and you can't put Napster downloads on your IPod. So ITunes it is, until my IPod dies (and judging from the IPods of my friends, it shouldn't be too long!) It's making my runs a lot more bearable though. I did my 9-mile with no music, and that was a little monotonous. My 7-mile yesterday went by quickly though, as Alicia Keys, Mika, and Hanson (yes, Hanson - the new album!) set my pace.

Speaking of my runs: Yesterday, doing 7 miles felt like nothing at all, probably due to the fact that I did 9 the week before. Weirdly enough, my last mile was my fastest mile.

I'm outta here March 2nd, by the way - got my itinerary last week. Vegas should brace itself...


Monday, January 21, 2008

Rain, Rain...

I have a common excuse not to go for runs here at Kunsan: It's raining. It rains a whole lot here. Yesterday, it wasn't raining, but it was wet out, which was close enough for me. Of course, since I'm on a half-marathon training schedule, I can't miss too many days in a row for fear of looking like a fool when I literally fall off the Hoover Dam at the half marathon in March. So today, despite a rather icky, freezing rain (33 degrees), I made myself go do my short run. It was only a 30 minute run, but it made me realize something significant: Precipitation is a terrible excuse not to run! I felt like a little kid, slopping through the puddles. Not only that, but because my clothes were sopping, I didn't even feel myself sweating. That combined with my IPod pumping Mika and Alicia Keys into my ears so I couldn't hear myself breathing harder, and it was like I wasn't even running, and just romping in the rain. (Yes, romping. I would have said frolicking but due to my excessive stomping in puddles and my lack of dancing, I felt like romping was more appropriate).

It's a little bit sad, running out of excuses not to run. Of course I know myself only too well, and certainly I'll find something else soon enough. For anyone interested in my progress, though, I am up to 9 miles on my long weekend runs. This weekend I'll drop back down to 7, then back up to 9, then climb to 12 before the half marathon on 15 March. Then maybe I'll celebrate with a massage and a big steak. (No, not at the same time... but imagine that! MMMmmmmm.... Steak massage...)

Comment provoker: How should I celebrate after completing the 6 Tunnels to Hoover Dam Half Marathon in March? Keep in mind I'll be in Vegas and all manners of celebrating will be at my fingertips. Ready, Go!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

A Sad Day For America

On a day I should be celebrating the life and efforts of Martin Luther King, Jr, I find myself downtrodden and subdued. The reason? The Green Bay Packers fell to the New York Giants in today's NFC championship game at Lambeau Field. (For those of you in the states saying, "but Abby, the game was Sunday, and MLK Jr day is Monday!" just remember: I'm a day ahead, so the game was on Monday morning for me)

I tend to become emotionally invested in people, relationships, sports teams, pretty much anything, rather quickly. I've always been a Packer fan (they're the only NFL team I've ever cared about) but 3 weeks ago, I probably couldn't have told you this season's starters names, other than Brett Favre of course. The 1996, Super Bowl XXXI winning team is another story - i was a very devoted 6th grader. Anyways, when I realized they could go all the way, I became swept up in the soap opera that is the NFL post season. I desperately wanted Tom Brady and his Pats to lose so that we wouldn't have to play them in the Super Bowl - but it never occurred to me that the Pack might not pull through. Especially when playing at Lambeau, against a young, relatively untested and definitely inconsistent quarterback like Eli Manning and his Giants. Besides... we're talking about Brett Favre, the legend, here. The stars were supposed to align and grant him one more Super Bowl before he calls it quits. Now I can only hope he sticks it out one more season, but after getting so close and then suffering such a disappointing loss (23-20 in a sudden death overtime... a field goal that Tynes shouldn't have even made got the Giants through), how can we expect him to perform as well next season?

The good news here is that I have found a new love in football. I thought I hated it because I didn't understand it - but a few little tips from my boyfriend, and now I'm following it like a champ (although there are still some intricacies I don't get - why does pass interference even exist? Don't you WANT to interfere with the other team's passes? That's just an example). Now, I've got a sport to be passionate about when baseball and my White Sox are in the off season.

The bad news is, I've discovered how much it sucks when a team you've found yourself emotionally invested in loses, especially when you know that fate says they SHOULD HAVE WON. I used to watch Cubs fans die a little inside every season when their guys would inevitably choke. Do I want to subject myself to this? (Why don't I feel such pain with the Sox, you ask? Well, at first I just didn't expect much, then they won the World Series in '05, and then they blew a couple of seasons in a row... they never got really close, so the pain was duller) Is it worth it to care deeply for a team and then have your heart broken? And finally... is it weird that I actually felt heartbroken today, both for Pack fans and the Pack themselves? It could've been great... Brett Favre vs. Tom Brady... a battle of true titans. The Pats might have mopped the floor with us (they are a lot more consistent, it's true) - but at least we would have had the chance to try.

A toast, to Brett Favre and to football!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

A Triumphant Return

I love journaling. Real journaling, in a pretty book that I'll save forever and every couple of years re-read and laugh at myself. Like anyone though, I get a kick out of thinking that maybe someone else wants to read what I have to say about life. So here I am, back in the blogosphere. Through college I used Xanga and I think if you Google me, that blog will still show up, but it's not very interesting.

I plan on this blog being mostly a silly journal-type blog, mostly about my daily or weekly goings-on, in order to keep my friends and family up to date. It will also serve as a catharsis for me as I get ready to PCS from Kunsan to Nellis in the next month. Undoubtedly, that move will be a major theme from the get-go.

It being 2 a.m. and me having just finished boatloads of homework, I'm not going to type an involved post tonight - I just wanted to get this thing off the ground.

Love from Korea, more later!