The Snooki 8K

I ran my first race dressed entirely in clothing/accessories purchased from Forever 21 yesterday (even though I have no desire to be either forever or 21). The occasion was the Torchlight run in Seattle and it was amazing. It is the shortest race I have ever done, and the joy of having ZERO expectations and the joy of running in a neon pink leopard print mini skirt were both way better than trying to force myself to poop at 5:45am the day of a marathon. After the race I went to the Michelob Ultra Beer Garden and re-hydrated with, you guessed it, Michelob Ultra, which makes my precious Bud Light taste like that hoppy crap that Ninkasi makes. This evening I am forcing myself to do transcriptions until Breaking Bad comes on, and then afterwards I will force myself to do more transcriptions. I am transcribing these interviews my advisor did, and so when I slow the recording down and she says something seemingly benign like "Oh, yeah, yeah" it sounds like I am listening to her have sex. This is disturbing, and very difficult to erase from my brain. In fact, I'm never going to get that space in my brain back to use for anything else, and now neither will you. HA. Other thoughts: how hilarious was it that the USA women's beach volleyball team wore long sleeve turtlenecks on the sand today? I'm sure there was a collective sigh of disappointment around the world followed by "this is horseshit" and changing of channels. I myself reveled in the mindless objectification of men in speedos during the water polo match. I didn't watch the game so much as I waited for the camera to pan over to the bench. Second string players have never looked so good.