But in recent other news:
- An old friend from overseas brought me to a hip-hop day party in Brooklyn. Yes, I stood out. Like a redhead at a hip hop party.
- I have acquired a new love for socks that are louder than the train conductors who yell at me for putting my feet on the seats.
- I crawled to 6 studios in South Norwalk and learned many valuable things like, people will listen longer if you promise them beer afterwards, and temporary tattoos are equally as effective conversation starters as permanent ones.
- I ran for 13 miles and will be moving like the tin man for the next 7+ days.
Side note: I have also taken steps to becoming a full-fledged robot by a) purchasing the new iphone 6, b) downloading instagram and c) using an app to generate my to-do lists rather than plain old pen and paper. 2010 Justine would be quivering in fear.
And a year ago today, I was setting myself up for the worst case of nostalgia ever recorded in the history of the past-dwelling universe
Justine Braisted // Actual functioning human who contributes to society, pays taxes, and no longer looks like an email amateur
Round and round and round
Pressing the big red start button on Monday. Not sad about it.
There are still bugs on my ceiling
Yoga is still at 5:30 on Tuesdays
The bathroom door still sticks in the summer
My mom is still worried about my 401K and I still don’t know what that means
My dad still has two orange popsicles before bed
I still can’t make up my mind about anything at all
I left and came back and still nothing has changed.
Once I crossed the finish line it was all over. The race too.
If they won’t even respond to your email, you don’t want to work for them anyway
— Alex Bec