Broken Bad.

Breaking Bad, 5k and bars. OH MY.
These past couple weeks have resulted in me feeling all the feelings. ALL. THE. FEELINGS.

My friend, Malynda, is a one of those friends that convinces you to do things you wouldn't normally do. Sometimes you find yourself eating a vegan meal, going to Boys town at 2AM or paying someone to let you run...for the record, she convinced me to do all of those things..aannddd they all turned out really well. Boys town in Chicago could be it's own tv show, easily. MESS. My first trip I saw a guy get kicked out of a bar for letting an underage guy use his military ID and I witnessed, what I can only assume was, a tribal mating ritual. Wowza. Let me tell you...whoa. That night was shortly followed by the happiest 5K ever, THE COLOR RUN! It was awesome! I jogged. Let that sink in. Apparently, my trips to the gym have been paying off! Unfortunately, I still can't walk up 10 flights of stairs without breaking a sweat. Don't worry, not that much has changed, my dear friends.
Let's talk about Breaking Bad (no spoilers.) Uhm, I'm so in love with Bryan Cranston. The love I have for him is frightening. And Walter White. I don't care about his past (Daddy, I love him!) He's just the best. I am so pleased with the ending. I can't think of anything I would have changed (well, I can, but it's just because I'm a sap. Not because it was bad.) There was a huge hole in my heart after that fateful Sunday night when we said goodbye to one of the sweetest and most interesting love stories I've heard in years, but fear not!! Robin Williams TV show Crazy Ones and Allison Janney's show Mom are here to rescue you. Are these shows anything like Breaking Bad? No. Not even close. BUT, I feel (pretty much) equal amounts of love for all these actors; these shows are the only things keeping my heart in one piece.

COMPLAINERS. WHY. Y U DO DYS!? Nothing makes me want to kick in my own knee caps more than people who can do nothing but complain. Being here I have heard  so many people slowly become more and more negative. Uh, yeah, the water is out in our building for a few hours, but uh, we also live in a really nice, secure apartment in downtown Chicago for a good price....so maybe the world isn't shutting down (though the government is...EEK.)

I'm terrible at being a 20something. The worst, really. "No, I don't want to go out AGAIN. Didn't we just go out last month? Ugh. But Golden Girls reruns start in 15 minutes!" This is pretty much my thinking anytime anyone wants me to do anything. I will go camping, hiking, out to dinner, a show, whatever, don't make me go to a bar. I don't know how to interact with the bar creatures. There's something about a bar, people are so much more confident once they've had a few drinks, it's like they think they're wearing a Cloak of Ammunity or something. I'm also the worst at being hit on, which is what drunk people do. I'm always blown away that I've ever dated anyone. How did it happen? Because I'm the worst at pre-dating rituals. Anytime I get a compliment I get SO uncomfortable and my face shows it and last night I SERIOUSLY heard myself say, "Well, I mean, from a scientific standpoint they're genetically comprised..." Stop right there. Whatever we were talking about, whatever I was about to say, STOP. This is not how you do this, Danielle. BUT, I can't stop. This is my fate. This is my destiny. I'm really glad my niece and nephew are the perfect kids because if I keep using "genetically comprised" as my go-to flirting material, my parents are never getting more grandkids.

I'm a sucker for music. I know how much it affects me and I still let myself listen to the sappy stuff anyway. (Who let me listen to anything Michael Buble?!) I realized, as much as you can love a new experience you're having, you get to the point where you miss where you've been (I mean, unless that completely sucked.), but I've hit that point. I miss it, I truly, truly miss it and theeeennn I listened to John Mayer's song In Your Atmosphere, and I realized that's exactly what would happen if I went back home. I would burn up. You can't turn back because it's not comfortable all the time. Life would be much easier back home and a lot less scary, but I'd lose it. I have these realizations weekly. Stay with me. They'll stop eventually. ;)