Bryanna and the City

Monday, March 23, 2009

Just Run

I went for a run yesterday afternoon. I was tired, hungover and dehydrated. A run seemed like a logical cure for all of these things. I blame this sudden burst of energy on the mild weather and the fact that the sun was making an appearance for the first time in what seemed like weeks. However, once I started, I didn't want to stop. I ran to Science World and continued along the sea wall, dodging children on bikes and dogs on leashes. I passed under three bridges: Cambie, Granville, Burrard. I told myself that I would stop once I made it to Burrard Street, but once I was there I wanted to keep going. So that's what I did. All the way the Stanley Park. When my feet started to ache I decided to turn back. I spent a few minutes on the Burrard Street Bridge watching the sail boats in the bay and the white caps of the North Shore mountains. Taking it all in. Committing it all to memory. And then I made my way home.

My body is reprimanding me this morning for the impromptu 15km run, but it was definitely worth it.

Happy Spring!

Sunday, March 08, 2009

1 Year Ago

Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary at my current job.

The only other job that I've been at longer is my first ever job at the law office. I was there for just under 3 years.

I've had many, many, many jobs. Which have ranged from 1 day to 8 month contracts. There's something that I find refreshing about starting a new job, and, to be honest, I'm shocked that I've stayed here this long.

I'm baking cookies tonight to celebrate with my co-workers tomorrow.

It's only fitting as the office "Bake-off Champion" for 2008.

Friday, March 06, 2009

I've been wanting to get my hair did...

I've spent hours on hairmixer.com trying to pick out a "new do" for 2009...

What do you think?











Stranger Danger

When I was young, my parents gave my sisters and I a code word that was to be used if ever someone we didn’t know, or in some cases did know, wanted us to go somewhere with him/her alone.

We were told to keep this word a secret. The only non-family member that I told was my best friend T. And she told me hers too. I remember both.

It was never used. And even though I’m almost 26, I’m not going to tell you it.

Because, from now on, any boy who wants to pick me up will have to give me the code word first.

Which they can get from my Mom.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Keeping my sense of humour...just barely

"[I will] stop forming romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workoholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts."

I've decided to be single.

Completely single.

No more dates. No more phone calls. No more texting. No more emails. No more Facebook instant messaging. Nothing.

Why?

See that quote up there taken from Bridget Jones's Diary? Well, in the past three months I've dated them all. I can't confirm the peeping tom, but it wouldn't shock me if all or at least one of them fit the bill.

They're all freaks, Internet.

And I have bigger fish to fry.