5. My health and the weather

I refuse to get sick so that can't be it, but yesterday morning my throat hurt, my ear hurt, my scalp hurt, my face hurt, my eyes were burning and glowing red like an albino rabbit. Today, though, I feel so much better. My throat still hurts but it obviously has issues and it's best to ignore things like that - I refuse to indulge drama queens, even when the drama queens are my own body parts.

My eyes were still kind of red so I wore my glasses again today, two days in a row. I walked to work without them on, walked through a blurry world. It had rained hard early this morning, made me dream about a flash flood coming down a hill, woke me up in the dark - but the rain had stopped by the time I left for work, leaving scattered alley mudpuddles but dry sidewalks and big fragrant clouds. I know you can't smell clouds but I'm leaving that.

The population of Missoula has increased dramatically in the past 48 hours. Everywhere you look there are streams of people on bikes or streams of people in cars or streams of people walking down the sidewalk and none of them know where they're going. Everyone is wandering around hurt and confused, wondering what happened to summertime.

Students! I am almost envious of them.

It was 64 degrees when I walked home from work today with my glasses off.

Earlier in the day I ate a peach and my stomach started whistling. I threw out my Amish Friendship Bread - I had neglected to mush it like I was told to, and I don't have any sugar or flour to feed it. Nor do I have three friends to give its babies to. Nor do I want to participate in group breading. Nor did I want to bake anything - but now it's winter and baking isn't so unattractive.

My plan for this evening - the only evening this week I have time to do this - was to venture into the world of retail to find something to wear to the wedding this weekend but screw it I'll go naked. Instead I'm staying home to listen to NPR, eat, and watch a movie.

Overheard today in the basement of the music building: "No, pitch and density are the same fucking thing."

4. Weather, neighbors, running, food

Yesterday in Missoula was pretty awesome - no, wrong word, I mean 'warm'. Yesterday in Missoula was pretty warm and when I was riding my bike home at 6 after work it was 103 degrees. Then it cooled off into one of those perfect evenings that you read about in the magazines. Someone finally cleaned my living room and it was very pleasant - windows and doors open, Christmas lights on for ambiance, M. Ward singing sweetly from the speakers of my Fisher MC4040. My new freeloading neighbor disturbed my solitude when he came by to steal my water - that pissed me off, and I'm still pissed about his disgusting late loud party from Saturday night/Sunday morning, and then the mofo tries to ask me to a movie? Ha. I met my other new neighbors/lot mates, also boys, but they seem sweet. We watered our lawn, once the freeloader finally stopped freeloading. What a mooch.

The weekend was pretty awesome because I totally dominated in my race on Saturday. And although I did not win a raffle prize afterward, nor did I get a medal, whatever, you know? Domination is a reward in itself. I am zen like Steven Seagal and lately I've been doing Warrior 3 poses every chance I get. I really probably should have become a ballerina like I wanted to in second grade, although my plan then was to change my name to Kelsarina the Ballerina and that would have just been lame. But just a plain old ballerina - I totally would have dominated that sport. I'd be doing ballet on NPR now I bet. Sad. But Warrior 3 is fun.

The next couple weeks will be awesome because 1. Wilco = awesome, 2. Sandpoint = awesome, 3. Sandpoint twice = triple awesome (the awesomeness increases in seemingly nonsensical increments like that), 3. KBGA concert in the Oval = awesome, 4. exbestfriend's wedding = awesome, 5. free food = awesome.

Basically all I can think about these days is food. Yesterday was a heartbreaker because I was thinking about cheese enchiladas all morning but only got a stupid taco for lunch - there were no enchiladas. But! If things go as planned, by this evening I will have eaten pizza four days in a row, and that's, you know, super awesome.

3. not about running, not about the weather

People in New York are so '80s, aren't they? I'm watching a video from one of their recent Saturday street closures - the people are in the street doing aerobics, rollerskating, walking their dressed-up dogs. They are smiling and enthusiastic. It's like so '80s - it's like the '80s never stopped.

In other '80s news, I've become somewhat obsessed with '80s music this summer. I've been watching '80s videos on youtube and they are SO FABULOUS. Poison and David Lee Roth, of course, are pure genius, with their spandex, huge hair, synchronized sidesteps, and tranny makeup. (David Lee Roth could jump real high.) The music is brilliant, as are the lyrics. ("C.C., pick up that guitar and, uh, TALK to me, yeeeuh.")

I've also been listening to Madonna. Here's a story: when I was in fifth grade, my best friend, my big sister, and I flew to New Jersey. There, we were introduced to leg shaving, the ocean, peach and mint green interior decorating schemes, french-cut bathing suits (Jennifer and I got matching ones, pink and purple, but she was not allowed to wear hers when we got back to Idaho), and Madonna. True Blue is the best album ever (sometimes). Ever! (Also on that trip, we ate pickles and climbed up the Statue of Liberty, and someone puked in a gutter. [Maybe that was me.] [I think it was.])

Anyway, the other day I also watched a T'Pau video - remember her black eye shadow? So cool! Also, Paula Abdul. I'm going to request Milli Vanilli on the radio today. My sister should knit me some legwarmers this winter.

(Time to make an '80s-buttrock-themed seeqpod playlist.)

(Ayyyvry rose has its thone, just lak ayvry not has its doune, just lak ayvry cowboa sings his sad sad sowng, ayvry rose has its thone.) (Yeah, it does.)

(Sorry, I can't stop.)

2. Running and the weather

Last night in Missoula we had the most amazing storm - I would have watched more of it but I was 1. doing something else and not paying attention, and 2. tired. I went outside and watched it for a while, though, until the rain started coming in sideways and I started wondering if I was going to get hit by lightning.

Tomorrow morning June and I are going running - I did go on Wednesday, on the Kim Williams, and saw no lurid displays of manhood. The run was fine but my heart was heavy and fat - I haven't been eating like a runner lately.

Aaaand that's about it.

1. Hello

I've been kicking around the idea of having a non-anonymous blahg for a while - not because I think anyone wants to read what I write, and not because I really have anything to say, but, uh, because... um, I should have thought more about it before actually doing it. I'm not normally this reasonless. Or maybe I am. Oh, I know, I want the street cred that goes along with a blahg. I'll make stickers and put them on light poles around town.

Last night was awesome because I went to sleep at 9:30 and didn't get up until 7. Today in Missoula it was 70 degrees when I woke up and the sign said it was 98 when I left work at 6. I was planning to go for a run with a friend but it was too hot and I was too hungry and tired. Now it's clouded over and I've eaten dinner so I have no excuse other than laziness. Fine, I'll go. I'll go down the Kim Williams trail - I haven't run there alone since that man got naked at me a few months ago. If I never post again you'll know where to look for me.

There - that's what this blahg'll be all about, running and the weather.