• There is something very freeing about running. Some days it’s about getting up early, plugging in, turning it up, and cranking out the distance to see how far you can push yourself. Or I run at night on country roads with the music turned down, or even off and enjoy the cool night air and the stars and no one else around.
• Health. I want to be healthier. I want to be skinnier, but I want to go about it the right way.
• It is good for improving my self discipline and my drive for success. When you’re hurting and feel like you’re dying inside, and you’ve still got that mile to go, that’s when you reach in and pull on that strength you never dreamed you had.
• I have always admired runners. Now I want to be one. I want to be able to run with my running friends, do 5ks, do 15ks, do marathons. I want to feel that burn, fill that unquenchable thirst for the pavement under my feet, and the feeling of complete success and fulfillment a finish line brings.
• I just love running..

We are So screwed.

Yeah. I had to run to my sister’s house one night (WELL after dark)(by myself) to grab something for her cuz she was at a friend’s cooking dinner. It consisted of me running in, turning the light on, running out, running back in, turning the kitchen light on, running back to the previously lit room, checking for any noises that indicate I was about to get freddy kreugered, run to the kitchen, look for said item, realize there is a living room beyond said kitchen, run back to initial room (all while front door is open for quick escape) to ensure that no one is hiding in shady living room, Run back grab item flash all lights off on way running out grab door slam shut jump off porch while spinning in the air (I’m pretty sure it was epic) landing in a half-ninja-half-praying-to-Jesus stance to make sure crazy joe with chainsaw isn’t behind me. You would have been proud.

I’ve been writing papers out the butt. I pulled an all-nighter to get them done so I could be finished a day early and come home for break. I got up this morning to see an email with a final reflection paper on postmodernism. Due tomorrow. In class.

This was the last paper of the semester and I STRUGGLED to get it done. It’s super crappy but I don’t even care right now I just want to delete Works and Word off my computer forever atm. You don’t even know.

Is postmodernism an ideal or a condition? This is a central question that Don DeLillo and Thomas Pynchon explore in their works White Noise and The Crying of Lot 49, respectively. It is an idea that often clashes with modernism throughout the two novels. While both Jack and Oedipa sought out different desires, they had similar ideological antagonists; three in particular will be discussed in this paper. Both protagonists deal with an internal struggle sorting out their individual beliefs and struggles amidst the external influences of American culture- the struggle of self vs. society. Second, both deal with the evasiveness of and/or ambiguity of truth or one single truth. Lastly, all of the characters in both novels constantly are exposed to media and advertisement saturation typical of today’s society. In White Noise and The Crying of Lot 49, the problems of self vs. society and self identity, the ambiguity and/or evasiveness of the truth, and media saturation all play crucial roles in the character’s lives and effectively portray various components of postmodernism in twenty-first century America.

This is the opening paragraph to my final 10 page paper. I already need to break out the Advil.

and that’s not inaccurate. I call it having standards though. If I don’t drink or smoke or do drugs or have sex until I’m married, I expect the same from my boyfriend/husband. If that never happens, I’d rather stay single than conform to everyone else’s standards.

That’s just the way I feel.