Pounding.

No, I haven't beaten my roommates.

I'm not even referring to my heart and the many recent crushes I've developed.

I have a new hobby, and I'm hoping it sticks.

I've taken up running.

To those of you who know me, this probably isn't very newsworthy. I like to profess that I'm athletic, without ever achieving said athleticism. If I don't have to prove it to anyone, it doesn't really matter how many minutes it takes me to run a mile. I can claim to be an Olympic marathoner, but then we'd know I'm lying. Instead, I mostly stick to "running." Notice the quotes. I say I do it, but I don't really. I walk. Dawdle. Admire beautiful gardens. Never break a sweat.

Then, about two weeks ago, I decided to make a fresh start. I set a goal to run every day in the month of June, and let's just say that I'm fifteen days strong! I don't go super far or super fast, but I've seen myself improve immensely in just two weeks. I don't dread it anymore, and I'm actually grateful for those twenty minutes each day when I can go pound some pavement. It's a privilege for me to push my body. With how stagnant my life has seemed lately, running is one of the few things that makes me feel like I'm getting anywhere. Literally.

So while I take to the streets in my running shoes, I'll let my steady breath and my beating heart be my guides. Who knows how far they'll take me.

Venting.

If cleanliness is next to godliness, then I live with the spawns of Satan.

I got back today after a (beautiful) weekend with my family. I'll readily admit that my parents' house is not recognized as the spic-n-span house on the block (sorry mom, I know you read this), but it doesn't usually reek of rotting.

That was my "Welcome Back to Logan" scent tonight.

Well, instead of flipping out (as is my nature), I calmly took out the garbage in hopes that the smell would leave. I arranged my flowers and put away my food before walking past the sink. There it was. The smell. Someone had left rotting dishes in the sink for (at least) the past six days. Once again, I remained calm, as I turned on the water and started washing all of the disgusting dishes. After 25 minutes, I could finally breathe again, and it took another 15 minutes before the kitchen was completely clean.

Now, I'm not trying to prove that I'm the best roommate on the block. I can be bratty and snarky and a bit of a pain. But, I DO MY OWN DISHES. I don't expect other people to clean up after me, and I certainly don't allow myself to live in squalor out of sheer laziness. These people don't understand how to keep a house, let alone how to be a respectful roommate.

So, tomorrow we're gonna have a little "Come to Jesus" talk. They will know that the smell of rotten Spaghetti-Os is enough to make someone gag, and they'll know that the next time they leave dishes in the sink for over three days that they'll end up in the dumpster. I don't care if I end up in the hall-of-fame for the meanest roommate ever, at least my picture will be up in the cleanest roommate hall-of-fame as well.

Random Goodness

Here's a brief smattering of my life at the moment:

I just painted my nails. They look absolutely gorgeous, and they'll definitely complement the outfit I have picked out for my sister's wedding.

My sister is getting married. I'm so happy for her and her wonderful fiance. They're so in love, and it's a beautiful thing to watch.

I'm trying to plan the next segment of my life. After this summer of nannying and playing house at my tiny apartment, I think I'm ready to move on to bigger and better things. We'll see where the wind takes me.

I set my sights to travel to DC this summer. Hopefully everything works out so I'm able to go.

I've found lots of wonderful people to fill my social calendar this summer. In addition, I think I've overcome the social funk that happened for the first couple of weeks after he left. Since the two of us hardly talk anymore, I'm staying busy with people I love just as much. Yay!

Life is good. Summer is on its way. I'm a happy girl.