Mama Said Knock You Out

Lacrosse has been over for a week now, and I've begun exploring new fitness options. This has led me to...boxing. Some girls do yoga, some girls like zumba classes, and some girls like to hit a 150 pound bag for an hour with Nas playing in the background. I enjoy bikram yoga, but boxing really beats the hell (pun intended) out of sitting like a tree for 90 minutes. I've gone to three classes at LA Boxing and I'm completely hooked (pun intended). My favorite part of the class is watching the 55 year old Italian guy next to me slugging away on a bag like he's about to go into his 2nd heart attack; I just picture him in his mind thinking, "I coulda been a contendah."

GROSS

This week I am bogged down with paper after paper (which is exactly why I'm blogging).  It's irritating, because I sit there thinking, "I'm graduating in 3 weeks, I do NOT care about this paper, this is bullshit." And as my professors talk to my senior classes about these papers, I can see it in their eyes, they're thinking. "These kids are graduating, they don't give a shit about this, this is bullshit." I just want to jump up in class and say "Let's stop bullshitting each other! Soon enough I'm joining your world of 9-5 and parties where it's inappropriate to take shots of goldshlagger and dance on the host's coffee table to Thriller!" Which I guess I'm actually not, thank you Grad School.

Adrienne!!!!

Making Moves

Lacrosse season is officially over, and this is the last full week of classes. It would be the real last week of classes, but I have a few make-up classes from the week that God vommed snow all over GW, probably to punish us for throwing glowsticks at Shaun Kingston. Or to reward us.

My blog lately has focused a lot on graduation coming up, and I realize how repetitive that is, but the ball is really rolling now. I'm signing my lease for Alaska and I's new apartment this week, and hunting for jobs to pay the rent while I attend BU. 

With lacrosse over I should probably focus on the papers I have due next week, but instead I am spending that free time blogging and going to bikram yoga. Bikram is awesome - you do 26 exhausting poses in a 105 degree room that smells like my dog's breath. Definitely better than say, happy hour and wings. Yeah.

Lax weekend

I'm currently in a city for lacrosse which for safety reasons I will not name, but last night hundreds of pale Penguins fans drank outside my hotel following their victory, and it rained all day today. Also, the people here seem to really like steel.

I'm sitting in a room with Pants (aka the Ginger, aka Langs, aka Katelyn, aka Pantalones) writing about PETA and wishing that I was grilling with my friends at the "mansion" back in DC. The good ol' district, where people don't put french fries on your egg sandwich or yell "You SUCK!" at you on the street (that last part actually happened in upstate NY on Thursday, but that's not important. Do people in this grey unnamed city really need to put cole slaw and fries on every sandwich?) 

Yesterday marked the official month long countdown to graduation - May 16th! I'm feeling sort of nervous; less because I am leaving college and DC and more because I have not bought a cap and gown or picked up my tickets. Or done anything beyond applying for actual graduation and being told that I need an average of at least a C- to get my diploma. GW always does challenge the best and brightest! 

Twenty-Woo

Yesterday I turned 22 years old. A lot of my friends complain about turning 22, but I don't really mind, it's my favorite number. ALSO,  it sounds less like a lie when I tell people "I'm 22!" than "I'm 21!" when people ask me if I am 15 years old. I got a kindle from my parents, which I love and is almost as dorky as running my own blog. I'm about as cool as "Cathy":

Really, what comic strip was ever worse?

In other monumental news, I am officially moving to Boston memorial day weekend. I'll be moving in with the original BOMO princess, Alaska. This means that I have a whole new city and group of bars to learn, which will be a difficult considering I've lived in the DC metro area my entire life and I constantly take the wrong trains on the metro platforms... ("Dammit this train is going to Federal Triangle...")

Well, gotta go watch Good Will Hunting. Ack! Oreos! Men!

Obama's Opening Day Pitch Was WAY Left

...it's a joke I've been making for days. Thought of it myself, as did probably 3,000 other people.

I am trying to come to terms with this, but it is so bizarre. I found myself in shock for a solid 3 hours, but after hearing all sorts of debates and opinions I actually feel good about this trade. I've heard a few people groan that this is the same old Skins tactics, but it's really not. Philly got the short end of this deal, we didn't give up anything too substantial for a proven QB. They traded him within their own division, which is a bad move for them in my opinion. He's 33, but that's really not THAT old. Now the Skins can go after Russell Okung, and fill the elusive left tackle position. Plus I like how Okung and Orakpo look as jerseys hanging next to each other.

In other news, the Red Sox opened their season Sunday night in what looked like one of the greatest nights ever at Fenway. It was the first ever night game to open the season, beautiful weather, and they came back from being down 5-1 to the Yankees and beat them 9-7. Besides that, Neil Diamond came out of nowhere and performed "Sweet Caroline" during the 7th Inning Stretch, and Steven Tyler stumbled onto the field at one point and sounded like awounded animal. It was awful. At first I wondered, who let that sad old biker chick on the field? Then I realized that it was the Aerosmith singer, sounding like he needed an exorcism. 

Seriously though, doesn't he sort of look like a Real Housewife?