Noob.

I once had a Xanga and I once went back to reread past entries and felt like a dumbass. Thus, I'm starting fresh in a new and improved blog spot. It seems WAY more hip, modern, and mature than has-been Xanga. Xanga is like the Spice Girls of the blogging world. ALTHOUGH, let me just tell you that the Spice girls have reconvened and will be TOURING TOGETHER AGAIN. Maybe my trading cards will finally sell for more than $0.50 on Ebay.

Things are different now. Way different. Different in a weird, grown-up-ish sort of way. I have a real job now. A real, corporate world, cubicle setting, 9-3, copy/fax/spreadsheet/-ing job. People don't respond when you say "Bless You" and they use phrases like, "Shoot me an email" or "Let 'er rip!" fairly often throughout the day. I think I like the job; however, the day I use the phrase, "Let 'er rip" will be the day I also use the phrase, "Shoot me an email".

I complain about my jobs like it's nobody's business. Something that Nick said sort of hit home. He caught me in the act of complaining about my 53 hour work week and he said, "Kristin, you love working all these hours." To which I replied quite defensively, "I DO NOT. TAKE IT BACK". He concluded that I like working so many hours only because I love telling people I worked all those hours. I guess it makes sense. I am trying extra hard lately NOT to complain mainly because I HATE GETTING CALLED OUT ON STUPID STUFF I DO. Which seems to be fairly often in the presence of Nick.

I committed to running a half marathon with my friend Lauren in September. It's in Virginia and it's a ROCK N ROLL race. There are bands all along the course and then you get free booze at the end! So I guess I'm going to start trying to run a little longer each week. It has been raining so often lately that I haven't had a chance to get out on the trail, which SUCKS. I hate treadmills with every ounce of my being. Plus, since I work at Lakeview the last thing I really want to do is go work out at Lakeview. (I WASN'T COMPLAINING, I WAS SIMPLY SAYING).

How bout' all my friends getting married lately, eh?
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