Stephen Hawking.

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One day my co-worker’s grandson said, “This is my drawing of the universe. We are the dot.” That dot, my friends, refers to our galaxy within the universe. Big stuff.

Last night when I saw Stephen Hawking, he spoke about why we should go into space. He mentioned a multitude of reasons, but one of them was because we might have to go to space. Because we are ruining the planet. Which is fair. He also mentioned that we have to remember that intelligent life might be out there, but it is highly probable that other planets have not develop as intelligent life as we have.

I find this hard to believe. I find it hard to believe that no where in this entire vast universe are there anything nearly as smart as humans. I find it hard to believe that there is no “Earth” in the multitude of other galaxies that swirl around us. I feel as though somewhere out there we are surpassed. I feel like we kill each other and ourselves and cause pain and strife and think the only things that are important are man-made. Like…whenever I get into a long discussion about the economy or money, I am always like…”But we made it up. We made UP economy and money. We could have a world without those things because we did.”

Granted, everyone states the reason we have man made things in the first place is because we’re so intelligent. But I’d like to think maybe somewhere out there, way out in the universe, there might be some species that has figured this stuff out. That has figured out how to get rid of poverty and violence. I feel like maybe it’s our destiny to find those people or those things and be BFF.

I was watching this program on the sun, and it basically said the sun is slowly expanding and eventually will kill all things on Earth. Granted, this will be in a while, so I am sure I’ll get to see all the movies on my Netflix queue and still get those cute sandals I want, but it’s happening none the less. I am also sure it’s not going to happen between now and the time the new Third Eye Blind CD comes out, but maybe it’ll happen when my great-grandchildren (to infinity) are young and waiting for the latest who-knows-what-technology latest version comes out.

So the sun is expanding. We’re ruining the planet. We’re going to go to space to see if there is intelligence, and because we have to. We could have space stations on Mars, the Moon, Titan (if Saturn doesn’t mind), and who knows what other planets. Maybe I can have Pluto to myself.

All I have to say is that I hope that these other planets that may or may not have intelligent life on them have grass or something like it. And a sun that is as warm as ours. And a beach with water to swim in. I’ll make my own hat, and I’ll be good to go.

If so, sign me up for Trip 1. I’m doing my part, Stephen. I’m going bravely where no wo(man) has gone before.

Intelligent-space-life, here I come.

Focus on the purple.

This week, B and C’s friend K was in town. She got a fortune to focus on the purple. I figured it could carry over to me, so I am focusing.

In an effort to focus harder, I’ve painted my toes purple, and dyed my hair. Not purple though. I have my limits.

As seen in the picture, you can hardly tell:

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But you know what? I can tell. You know why? I have no more gray hairs. At 22, I think this is an accomplishment.

Exciting things:

1. I am going to see Stephen Hawking tonight.

2.  I am a letter away from being registered to vote in Cali, and in a few weeks I am taking the driving test so I can be a Cali driver’s license holder.

3.  This weekend I am going on girl’s retreat to Washington (state), and I’ll get to see my beloved Kiki. Who I miss like whoa.

4. I have recently started reading celebrity gossip. It makes me a little giddy. That’s good for stress. I know it.

5. I have been drinking more tea. Overall, this is a good day.

Dream Post 9: Spiders and we're related?

creepycrawelers1I had a dream:

I was sitting in a hotel, with Jeff, and my family, and I realized there was a bump on my back. It was full of spider eggs. Jeff got it off me, but then he found two others. One had baby spiders in it, that looked like creepy crawlers, and one had adult spiders in it. It was disgusting, and my dad was trying to help get them off but was being really slow about it.

Meanwhile, even though I had these spiders in me, I was fine with kissing Jeff. But then my mom walked in on us kissing and was like “Oh no, this is horrible.” And I was like, “But…why?” And she was like “Because you and Jeff are first cousins once removed by marriage.”

So this meant we could never marry…and I was like “Well we live together, did you not ever think of that before?” And my mom apparently hadn’t realized we were dating.

It was a very bizarre dream, and at the end I still had spiders in me…ga-ross.

Things that contributed?

1. My coworker found a black widow spider on campus this week

2. We watched an episode of 30 Rock this week and in it Tina Fey’s character finds someone awesome to date but then finds out they are related.

So give me a little credit [have in me a little faith.]

I love the song “If I Am.” It’s wonderful. I am listening to it right now.

Anyways. The point of this post:

So I’ve been having this reoccurring dream that I am running really fast and I never lose my breath. I’ve been having it for a few years now, and I’ve decided that maybe it’s trying to tell me something. Meanwhile, I was thinking the other day if I was ever hypothetically in a situation that required me to “run for help” I probably wouldn’t get very far. I’ve refused on multiple occasions to run for a bus, train, subway, etc. I missed the train to my first day of college that way, nearly 4 years ago.

I have had many excuses in my past of reasons I couldn’t be a runner. Arches in my feet are the number one culprit. They hurt from walking, and I figured that running would aggrevate them. That’s the reason I had to stop playing soccer my junior year of high school, after all.

But my arch issues are under control, and I do recall that sophomore year I would always lap my sister in cycles when we were sprinting. She’d always catch up to me in the jog, but hell I could sprint.

Meanwhile, I have come to realization that I don’t want to pay for a gym and I don’t want to spend time doing Pilates in my living room forever. I’ll never get into shape that way. What’s a girl to do. Then I thought…what about run?

Another story: About two years ago, my friend Laur and I were heading to Grand Central Station from Times Square. The run is less than a mile. I should have been able to handle it. I ran about half way before I had to stop–and as my friend Laur pushed me along, I thought I would die. Once we boarded the train, it took me about ten minutes to stop panting, and about a half hour before my lungs stopped hurting.

That’s pathetic. I should be able to run a mile. That is reasonable. Human bodies only last for so long, and I should at least give mine the benefit of being in good shape so if something else should go ary my body would be prepared to fight. Right?

So, guys, I’ve decided I am going to become a runner. I have a game plan, and I am going to do it.

Of course, I decided this three days ago. But then one day it rained, and then the next I got home at 8, after dark and very hungry.

So today, after work, I got home (early which was helpful) and began. I slipped on my Olympic shoes and my Olympic fanny pack (over the shoulder, of course) and started my training: 10 cycles, walk 2 minutes, run 1 minute. My body was very tense as I prepared to run that first minute. But I did it. And then I did another minute, and another. After 3 cycles, however, my lungs were on overload and I had to slow to a walk for a bit. For quite a long time. For 10 minutes, actually. After those 10, I finished strong by running/walking 3 more cycles. 6 cycles in total. That’s something.

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[not me running. What I’d love to look like, though…]

Today, I ran for 6 minutes. I also probably only ran .6 miles. But the total travel was 2.14 miles. So I did something. I feel like I am getting somewhere. I’ve already made a playlist for tomorrow, and I am aiming for 8 cycles.

Here goes nothing.

How do you guys keep in shape? Anyone??