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as promised, here is where you can find me blogging these days:

http://marissaneverstopsthinking@blogspot.com

so take that to your google reader and... add it... or something.

see you there.

it's a brand new day

I'm thinking of sort of winding this blog down to get a fresh start on a new one that I'll update once a week... the world from the perspective of a twenty something grad student KC dweller with an assistant job and a mid distance boyfriend (spoiler alert: that's me). It might be one more commitment to add to my plate but I can handle it I think. I mean, my plate has gotten so full that I just look at it now and say "screw this I'm going to have candy corn" and skip the dinner altogether, so what's one more thing anyway? I'm still thinking about it and will be sure to post the link here so that the 4 people who follow me here on Blogger and the I'm sure countless twos and threes of people who follow me on Google Reader can update their feed.

In the mean time, enjoy these awesome pictures from my birthday.

My amazing boyfriend sent me flowers at work and I swooned. A perfect purple bouquet.

The ladies got me some bling. Yes, I wore it. And it was awesome.

Speaking of the ladies, here are some of them. We're all dolled up for the big night out.

I always love it when the artist formerly known as my roomie comes out.

Kearney friends. We've seriously been friends pretty much forever.

Boyfriend is a football coach so taking me out on my birthday wasn't an option... but we celebrated in style the next day by going to Maryville to watch the Bearcats "take on" the MoWest. There's quotes around that because the 42-0 score would indicate that the Griffins did not actually show up. It was super cold and I was tired and a little hungover but was totally a trooper for 3 quarters of this game.

Boyfriend was a trooper later that night and took me to eat at Chaz on the Plaza. It was as fancy and delightful as it sounds. We got all dressed up and it was very sophisticated.

Well, that was my 26th birthday. It was the best.

Don't know much biology

It's been awhile and a lot of stuff has gone down since I last posted but I didn't ever want to update because a lot of it was kind of crappy and all I would have done was whine. So, I waited and now I am going to pick up where I left off - in a sea of happiness... sort of.

OMG CHIEFS.

I got to go to that game because my boss is a hero among men. Arrowhead was unbelievable. I was stalwart and strong through the rain, refusing to take shelter while the ball was in play. The 3 adult men with me, however, were a little less tolerant of getting wet and took shelter through much of the 3rd quarter. I'm still thrilled whenever I think about that victory. Wowzers. Yes, so excited that I even said that word.

Bearcats lost their first game but that's become such a nonevent that I got over it pretty quickly. Besides, my apartment was threatening to drown me at the time and I had to find a life jacket and learn to doggy paddle so there was no time for wallowing. They play again tomorrow and will likely, hopefully, oh please God let it be so, beat UNO. I'm watching that one with the boy and am a little worried that he will run screaming for the hills when he sees "football marissa." She's terrifying.

School is tough this semester, and that is what this post is really about. I'm in Biological Bases of Human Behavior. It's very intimidating. I'm not one for science. In fact, the "head, shoulders, knees, and toes" song is about as far as my "knowledge" about biology goes. However, I've always been a good student and a quick learner, so I thought, "I'll just read extra closely and pay great attention in class. An 'A' is certain!" HA-HA-HA-HA. I'm so funny. Let me show you how "reading extra closely" is going for me:

the book: "Main Points"
me: ok. I can do this. It's just an overview of what the chapter is about to cover. Perfect.
the book: 1. "The nervous system is composed of two kinds of cells. Only the neurons transmit impulses."
me: Alright. I get that. I can handle this. I'm GREAT at biology! Look at me go!
the book: "2. The larger neurons have branches known as axons and dendrites, which can change their branching pattern as a function of experiences, age...etc"
me: I'm sorry?
the book: "3. Many molecules in the bloodstream can enter other body organs but not the brain."
me: like a VIP club?
the book: "The action potential an all-or-none change in the electrical potential across the membrane of a neuron, is caused by the sudden flow of sodium ions into the neuron and is followed by a flow of potassium ions out of the neuron."
me: oh god.
the book: "Local neurons are small and do not have axons or action potentials. Instead they convey information to nearby neurons by graded potentials."
me: WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
the book: "your graded potential is F. you might as well stop reading now."
me: WTF?
the book: "my purpose in this life is to drive you just close enough to the brink of insanity that that you fall off on your own and it can look like an accident."
me: oh shit.

So those last couple of statements might be me reading between the lines but this is just the introductory page to the second chapter and I'm already tired.

I'm Moving Out

Well. I've decided to join the adult world of lease signing and rent paying.

Circumstances surrounding my current housing got a little unpredictable and I just got a great raise from my great boss, so starting today I'm in the process of moving! I'll once again be a Missouri resident. I'll be the same distance from work and school and closer to the things that matter most (the majority of my family, my boyfriend, an Zona Rosa). I can't wait to get all settled in.

I'll be rejoining the world of North Kansas City. I won't have to say I live in Gardner anymore.

I'm so happy.

This is the countdown; You see our time is running out.

I love looking forward to things.





I exhibit this love through countdowns (which works well because I also love counting things - Ah ha ha ha ha).






Here are a few countdowns in my life right now:





73 = Days until my 26th birthday. I've been looking forward to being 26. It seems like the perfect age to me because it is more mature sounding than like 23 but still young enough to be fun.


48 = Days until the Chiefs home season opener on MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL


38 = Days until the official start of the Bearcat Football season. It's an away game but still exciting.

29 = Days until SOMETHING CORPORATE!!!! IN KANSAS CITY!!!


19 = Days until NFL preseason officially starts (Can you tell I'm ready for football?)


11 = Days until my next fun weekend trip with the boy (we're going to Iowa with his family to watch a NASCAR race. I'm viewing it as a unique people watching opportunity and will be sure to have earplugs handy. Please don't judge me.)
3 = Days until I get a few weeks off of school before the fall semester

That's all for now.

Runnin' Runnin'

2010 has been a banner year for me thus far. I can’t possibly imagine it going better. In the spirit of great things, I’ve decided to actually train for and run the Kansas City Half marathon this year. In 2008 (a mostly dismal year aside from the running season) I ran it, but my training was definitely sub par. I ran a bunch of 5ks and 10ks that summer, but really maybe ran only once in the 6 weeks prior to the half. I ended up finishing with a 2:09 which is just under a 10 minute mile. That’s quite respectable, especially considering my lack in training. I’ve been very out of practice in the running game since then, but I’ve picked up a little bit to prepare for the “Hannibal Cannibal” 5k that I ran on the 3rd with the boyfriend.

That run made me remember what I like about running (even while I was cursing my way up Lovers Leap – a harrowing quarter mile hill of steep calf killing hell). The sense of accomplishment I feel after finishing a “race” is incredible. I put race in quotes because, well, I’m not in any way racing against the other people so much as I am racing myself in order to improve. I’m not on the competitive level as far as ability and speed go. It’s not the same thing as running a distance by myself because it’s so much more tangible and official. I get a number to wear, there are people all along the course cheering me on (and motivating me not to stop) and the other runners near me give me just enough of a competitive edge to push myself. I love seeing my times improve. After I ran the KC Half in 2008 I was sore for 3 days (thanks to my poor training) but I loved saying “I ran a half marathon!” 13.1 miles! It’s not as difficult as it sounds and it’s an AWESOME feather in the cap.

I’ll be using the FIRST training program. Here’s the link to the Runners World ½ marathon adaptation of it:

I like this because it’s a 10 week program (giving me 4 weeks from now to just get into the habit of running a few days a week first) and it’s only 3 days a week of running, which is the most difficult kind of workout to fit into my schedule. The other days are rest and cross training days. I’ll probably do some strength training on my cross training days to balance out all the cardio. That’s easy to get done at home with videos.

I’m looking for running buddies in the race, but my schedule probably precludes me from actually getting to train with anyone. I’m going to be doing the program with the goal pace matching my last half (9:52-ish/mile). I’d go for an improvement (and I still might kick it up – who knows) but I really did take like a year off of running after the half last time (busyness happens.) and I would be happy just to get back to where I was. I don’t want to shoot too high and be disappointed.

Anyhow, if you’re happening upon this blog and would like to run with me at that pace on October 16,2010 – hit me up.

eensy weensy spider

My most recent project has been working on getting everything out of my basement. This serves two purposes: 1. I'm getting rid of a ton of junk I haven't so much as thought about in 2 years. 2. I'm preparing for a likely move in the future, by clearing out so that the basement can be power washed.

I spent a couple of hours on it last night before giving in for the night and going to sleep. I'd get it done a lot quicker if I didn't frequently feel the need to spend several minutes kicking boxes to make sure that no mice ran out or if I didn't practically burst into frantic tears every time I saw, thought I saw, or thought I felt a spider or any other insect on or near me. It's actually pretty hilarious. It's comedy at it's finest. I'd seriously consider taking the act on the road if I weren't so traumatized.

I just keep reminding myself how wonderful it will be when it's done. I've got about an hour of work left on it. Then, I get to focus on a more fun type of cleaning: sorting through all of my clothes. There's a job.