The demise of Lazy Sunday

It's been awhile. I apologize. Life got in the way of writing...

Life has gotten busy here. Last weekend was gorgeous, and I decided I would much rather be outside experiencing life than be inside and not. Thing 1 and I both had visitors and then simultaneously realized neither of us have summer jobs (please hire us!)...needless to it's been a little crazy/stressful.

Sundays are best as lazy days, though most of my Sundays here have ended at my second job. I am literally exhausted today and can think of nothing more I would rather do than run and chill. Instead I have to work at 3 which really means I have to leave a little after 2. What kind of sadist keeps things open on Sunday evenings? I know I felt like this when I was a waitress: Sundays should be for chilling at your house and preparing for the workweek. Unless you live on a college campus and then Sundays are for groaning, pulling your ass out of bed and trying to get a seat at the library or coffee shop. And not leaving for 10 hours. I've had far too many of those days to count.

One of my favorite things about Sunday is the Sunday Times. All the columnists are on board for the Week in Review section, and the Times magazine rarely disappoints. I had 3 or 4 Sundays over break where I was able to just sit, run and read and it was absolutely delicious.

Sundays are not meant to be productive, unless being productive means grocery shopping and ironing. I have to say being able to sleep in this morning was amazing. I think back to freshman and even sophomore year of school where the day did not begin before noon and I laugh. I set my alarm for 10:30 this morning and even more important than the fact that I slept in to it completely was the fact that I could have slept for longer.

Instead, I (literally) pulled myself off my air mattress, made some coffee, and started trying to be productive. I'm halfway through at least one NYT column and am going for my run soon...

Have a relaxing day,
Thing Two

Yearning for a 24 hour coffee shop...

AHHH I have literally been writing all night!

Today, I decided to be serious about life and get some school work done. School? College? What's that you call it? OH SHIT that's right I haven't graduated and am supposed to be doing some coursework. Never one to study well at home I decided to bribe myself with an adventure to a new place....

...so I went to Busboys and Poets! This place was fantastic! I happened over to the 5th and K location, which honestly I loved. It seemed to be an up-and-coming area...or a falling one. Either, a little seedy, a little shady, my favorite kinds of places. Not because I'm a drug dealer, but because I like to feel like I'm living on the edge (just run with it. I'm from the suburbs and hated it there).

ANYWAY I plopped the good ol' laptop down, ordered some fair trade coffee (told you I was white) and started writing. AND I LOVED IT. I was totally groovin--wrote a couple of essays. If you couldn't tell, my writing style is pretty informal. But why should fake my tone for a scholarship board? I'm kind of to the point where I want to say this is me, this is my writing style. If you don't like, it, then I don't want your money.

Okay, maybe not quite to that point; but almost. I would have kept working but I wanted to make it home at a decent hour. I had to use the ever-reliable metro, and we all know what that can be like...Anyway--try this place out! The service rocked, I got a great sandwich, and I was in a great atmosphere.

Also--awesome feminist author/activist/great human being Eve Ensler is doing a book signing at the 14th and V location on Wednesday night! Thing One and I are really going to try and make it up there. We'll keep you posted.

Snowverkill

We’re from the north, and we appreciate seasons. A little snow here and there can be nice, even in warmer climes. But for the record, this DC snow is getting ridiculous. I mean, 55 inches this season? That’s as tall as a small child. Or Snookie from Jersey Shore. And after today’s blizzard, I would assume the majority of it has come in the past week.

In an attempt to be positive, here’s a list of good things and lessons that have happened because of Snowmaggedon:

• Time off work means more clean work clothes!
• Hanging out with friends in and watching sporting events with them is as fun as back at school, and especially is a treat on a typical work night.
• We’ve been able to explore parts of the city within walking distance that had previously been ignored.
• Guy friends are good for a lot of things, but they are especially good at making pancakes. We’ve been treated twice this snowmaggedon!
• Wellies/hiking boots are essential for the slushy sidewalks.
• Getting stranded in Metro Center is scary, but surviving it is worth the story.
• Everyone likes working so much more than they let on.
• Snow days are the perfect chance to go to Georgetown Cupcake early enough to get the free cupcake of the day, and a half dozen more to share with one's roommates.
• LSAT prep is a productive way to spend a snow day. Shopping works too though.

So, even when you’re stuck at home on a 4, 5 or even 6 day vacation, you can still learn thing or two J.

Much love,

Thing 1 and Thing 2

Love the City

I have intense DC love, and I've only been here...less than three weeks?

When I first started looking at colleges halfway through high school, I envisioned a small liberal arts school in a big city. Unfortunately, those schools come with a large price tag, and I just couldn't justify sacrificing gazillions of dollars in loans when I could get a great education at a state school. Snobs, judge away. I've enjoyed my experiences with football and basketball games, tailgating and being (somewhat) anonymous.

But I absolutely love being here in DC. I've found, at least in the past few weeks, that just reminding myself that I'm in the city makes me automatically happy. Rough day at work? No worries, I'm in DC and not back home. Stupid drama got me down? It's all minor.

I guess the thing is that I've been planning on being here for almost a year and a half, and so to finally live out what I've dreamed of is fantastic. All summer, working four jobs, I just thought about how everything would be okay when I came to DC. And you know what? It really is. I know at some point I'll really miss my home, my family, my friends. At some point, there might be too much stress or too much drama and I can't just tune it out. But for now, a gimme a cup o'joe, a view of the skyline and we'll call it good.

So what's the lesson? I like big cities? I knew I belonged in a city from the start? Let's be a bit less grandiose: just being in DC makes me happy. Oh, and working for your dreams is totally worth it.

Lots of City love,

Thing Two (aka the main poster)