Team Cheetos and Speedos Baby!

Urban Assault Race
Place: 47th Coed Division, 2 hours 36 minutes

Oh how I hate technical difficulties. Camera is down. Pictures coming soon.

Texas 4000

Aight. So I'm buying Joe's bike from him as soon as I get some money. I've been 'test riding' it lately, and I'm counting the miles I've put in on it towards my training for the Texas 4000--a 4500 mile, 70 day bike ride from Austin to Anchorage (yes, Alaska) to raise money for cancer research. It's in its third summer, and so far the three 40 man teams have raised $635912. Mike and I will be making our way to Alaska next summer on this sweet ride (his being the men's model of course) which they will give us when we get signed up. (I might also be trying to recruit people to do it with us.) I'm keeping a running total of my miles over on the column on the right, and I'm starting small so I don't want any flack.

coming up

I'm more excited than ever about seeing TP play on the 29th. Now I've just got to figure out how to afford a ticket to Rhode Island to see My Boy Mraz the next day.

Next Sunday Mike and I are going to dominate the Urban Assault Race.

The Rascal Flatts concert last night was bomb diggidy.

Life is a highway

I just scored a ticket to Rascal Flatts tomorrow night in San Antonio. Effin Stellar. Even though it won't be as good since I'm not going with my concert buddy Mike. I'll just have to sing by myself tomorrow.

Oh Baby, Oh Baby

I was super pissed after last night. Long story, but point is, I rarely get that angry. So today I was talking to Mike (he had nothing to do with me being pissed) and he promised he had something that would put me in a better mood. I walk in and from his pocket he pulls a ticket for....dun DADA DA!! TRISTAN FREAKIN' PRETTYMAN!! I mean come on, I "Love, Love, Love" her. Cullen and I would have driven to Dallas to see her several months ago, but I had practice. No worries though, she's coming to Austin on June 29th. Count me in.

helllloooo out there

"But I don't even know anyone in Alabama."

You may or may not know that I can see who reads my little blog. Well, I can't see you, but I can see where you're from. I have regular readers from places where I don't even know people. So, if I don't know you, do post a comment, or email me. I want to meet you.

newest aquisition

I looked for this hat in stores for a year after I first saw it, and when I finally found it, the day was glorious. Then I lost this most beloved hat of mine last fall.





*After looking through the pictures from the night that I lost it, my theory is that it fell off somewhere in the process of Teter and myself drunkenly frolicking home from Whataburger. Most likely when we ended up laying in someone's front yard holding hands and gazing at the stars.*



Anyway, I've been mourning but have since gotten a new love, thanks to Joe Bob. I think perrywinkle is my new color.

We went floating today. I'm not sure if I'm more drunk or more burnt, but either way, I hurt. Radiating heat.

10th of May

We're not going to relive the past right now and recount everything I've been doing since I last posted. It'd take too long and, more importantly, bore the hell out of you. So for today, all I've got to say is that it's official--I no longer live at Park Terrace. Ok. I'm more sad at the fact that I don't live one door below Mike.



I lived in the same house back in Anna (yay for anna.) for basically all my memorable childhood, and it was what some people would consider my home. But I couldn't wait to leave and I didn't (don't) miss it necessarily. Truth is, you can pick your friends but not your family. And while I love my family to death, that doesn't mean I like living with them. But at my apartment I lived next door to several different people who, over the past year, I have become very close to and very accustomed to seeing daily. Not going to lie, I came very close to crying when I had to turn in my keys today.

the come back has begun.

for now, what's on my mind