so, here's a tiny story:
yesterday i was watching halloween wars and they were carving up some giant pumpkins and i thought to myself, 'man, i wish i could just live in one of those pumpkins. that would be awesome.' and then i was like dang, elaina, why do you think such weird things all the time?
aaaaand then today my friend messaged me and said "Can I live in a house made out of an old pumpkin?"
i may be weird but at least i know i'm not alone.
PUZZA.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
meat part 2
this is the interview that convinced me not to eat meat. maybe you'd like to listen to it too!
or if you'd like to learn more about factory farming click here.
good luck!
or if you'd like to learn more about factory farming click here.
good luck!
the problem with music these days, as i see it
i think the problem with music these days is that there isn't enough trumpet. why isn't anyone capitalizing on the trumpet?!? i love me some trumpet.
and i've always loved this song:
and, finally, this is my favorite song of all time:
and i've always loved this song:
and, finally, this is my favorite song of all time:
nice to meat you
i have successfully survived 2 meals as a vegan. now everyone cheer for me!
i suppose i'm fully back to being a californian because i'm doing things like saying 'i'm a vegan' now. how did this happen? because i know, i know... it seems very out of character if you've known me for at least a couple years. but here is what has been happening... I'M GETTING OLD. about a year ago i basically stopped being able to digest meat. mostly red meat but sometimes any meat. so i stopped eating most meat except things like chicken and bacon and some times i would be like SCREW IT I'M JUST GOING TO BE SICK and i would go to in n out and then spend the next three hours crying.
so this weekend i was driving up the 5 to san jose. and i saw what can only be described as a sea of cows.
i've seen this before but this time it was especially disturbing and i thought 'GROSS GO AWAY I NEVER WANT EAT THAT AGAIN.' and then i remembered how when i lived in virginia i would some times get trapped behind the chicken truck and it was disgusting and chickens are sad and disgusting and i was all 'elaina we aren't eating meat any more it is gross and sad.'
and that lasted basically until my next meal when i kind of forgot that i had decided animals were gross.
anyway sunday i went out to dinner with dan and his girlfriend ling.
ling has recently decided she was going to be a vegetarian but still eat eggs and dairy and fish and some times chicken but she doesn't really want to do that but i think maybe dan made her (i was on a lot of cold medicine and may not have understood exactly what was going on). anyway i told them about how cows and chickens are gross and then we all were just kind of like yeeeeah and i felt sad that i had just eaten a duck (ducks are terrible and should die but i don't want to eat them even if they are delicious. why are ducks terrible? because they are always trying to kill each other's babies. these are the terrible things that you learn when you work in a jungle. yes, yes i know far worse things happen in a real jungle... but the worst thing that happens in my jungle is that some jerk dude duck drowns ducklings in front of children and the only thing we can do is stand there and be horrified.)
anyway, i was driving home from san jose today and i got tuned in to a local npr station and the lady told me all about how terrible factory farms are (which is what the cow sea was that i passed). the woman drew parallels between rape culture and factory farms and made some really great points that i would never have thought about. she really approached the subject from lots of different perspectives... like you should hate factory farms if any one of the following applies to you: 1. you like animals 2. you respect women 3. you like the environment 4. you care about small businesses. anyway, i thought it was really smart of her to not just play on one aspect of it but TO GET US ALL AT ONE TIME.
and the idea of cows being raped really just makes me sad and i don't want to be apart of that. and i know i'm treading into the land of extra crazy but seriously the idea of taking advantage of some poor animals reproduction really makes me sad in my heart. so eggs and milk are kind of creeping me out right now.
the moral of the story is, i'm going to try my hardest to be a vegan and you should all be nice and support me and send encouraging thoughts and yummy recipes and i'll let you know how it goes.
also, consider being part of meatless mondays. one day a week can really make a big difference. they said some statistic on the radio today and i don't remember what it was so i'm going to make one up that sounds about the same... if everyone in the US cut out meat and dairy one day a week for a year it would have the same impact as if we drove 90,000,000 less miles that year.
and one final note:
i suppose i'm fully back to being a californian because i'm doing things like saying 'i'm a vegan' now. how did this happen? because i know, i know... it seems very out of character if you've known me for at least a couple years. but here is what has been happening... I'M GETTING OLD. about a year ago i basically stopped being able to digest meat. mostly red meat but sometimes any meat. so i stopped eating most meat except things like chicken and bacon and some times i would be like SCREW IT I'M JUST GOING TO BE SICK and i would go to in n out and then spend the next three hours crying.
so this weekend i was driving up the 5 to san jose. and i saw what can only be described as a sea of cows.
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| this is what it looks like... for MILES |
and that lasted basically until my next meal when i kind of forgot that i had decided animals were gross.
anyway sunday i went out to dinner with dan and his girlfriend ling.
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| dan ate this fish (including it's eyeballs) but that's besides the point |
anyway, i was driving home from san jose today and i got tuned in to a local npr station and the lady told me all about how terrible factory farms are (which is what the cow sea was that i passed). the woman drew parallels between rape culture and factory farms and made some really great points that i would never have thought about. she really approached the subject from lots of different perspectives... like you should hate factory farms if any one of the following applies to you: 1. you like animals 2. you respect women 3. you like the environment 4. you care about small businesses. anyway, i thought it was really smart of her to not just play on one aspect of it but TO GET US ALL AT ONE TIME.
and the idea of cows being raped really just makes me sad and i don't want to be apart of that. and i know i'm treading into the land of extra crazy but seriously the idea of taking advantage of some poor animals reproduction really makes me sad in my heart. so eggs and milk are kind of creeping me out right now.
the moral of the story is, i'm going to try my hardest to be a vegan and you should all be nice and support me and send encouraging thoughts and yummy recipes and i'll let you know how it goes.
also, consider being part of meatless mondays. one day a week can really make a big difference. they said some statistic on the radio today and i don't remember what it was so i'm going to make one up that sounds about the same... if everyone in the US cut out meat and dairy one day a week for a year it would have the same impact as if we drove 90,000,000 less miles that year.
and one final note:
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| "i know, like 5 chickens had to die for her to look that stupid." |
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
work, work, work
i went running tonight for the first time in like forever. i'm pretty sure the last time i went was over the summer. i was surprised how far i was able to go before the chest exploding began. i guess the gym-ing is paying off. or maybe the bike riding. i really do love running while i'm doing it. it reminds me how freaking awesome my body is. i'm pretty sure my body is made up of 80% legs. 80% legs and 20% boobs. yes, that seems about right.
a few weeks ago i hit my one year mark with disneyland. it's been an interesting year with lots of learning and changes and good times. my plan for the next year is to continue to work at the jungle and to go back to school for massage, finally. and generally, just to enjoy living life.
here is a list of the best dating advice i've gotten lately:
* say yes a lot
* don't be weird, you weirdo
* just be the strong, confident, black woman i know you are
needless to say, dating has been awesome. (i think maybe my friends want me to be single forever...or maybe i just have zero clue about how dating works)
i went to idaho a few weeks back. there were potatoes. and we went geocaching and mostly found dead bees. and it snowed... TWICE. kurg gave us a tour of some green houses.
i go back to virginia for a visit in one month. BE JEALOUS!
and lastly, listen to this and dance, y'all!
a few weeks ago i hit my one year mark with disneyland. it's been an interesting year with lots of learning and changes and good times. my plan for the next year is to continue to work at the jungle and to go back to school for massage, finally. and generally, just to enjoy living life.
here is a list of the best dating advice i've gotten lately:
* say yes a lot
* don't be weird, you weirdo
* just be the strong, confident, black woman i know you are
needless to say, dating has been awesome. (i think maybe my friends want me to be single forever...or maybe i just have zero clue about how dating works)
i went to idaho a few weeks back. there were potatoes. and we went geocaching and mostly found dead bees. and it snowed... TWICE. kurg gave us a tour of some green houses.
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| a potato picture... because "pictures or you're no better than ginny weasley" |
and lastly, listen to this and dance, y'all!
Friday, March 22, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
hufflepump up the jams!
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| so duh! |
anyway, wow it's been a long time. i only think of things to write when i'm alone in the car and that's the worst time to start writing things down on the internet.
"the weather is here, wish you were beautiful" just came on my pandora. forget you, jimmy buffett!
'ok, so what's been going on?' you might be asking yourself. i'll tell ya all about it.
my birthday happened.
i started cutting my own hair.
i joined a lady gym.
i bought my roller derby gear.
i'm 29 now everybody! how crazy is that? not as crazy as the fact that i will be 30 next year. exciting times. i did birthday celebrations in yosemite and also disneyland.
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| birthday cake in yosemite. kristin and i have the same birthday. and the same job. |
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| disneyland. i didn't want to wear a button so i had to wear a lot of them. also my sister edited this picture and she loves me with hearts. |
i joined curves b/c i'm trying not to die at the roller derby. curves is ladies only... so i don't know how i got in. HAHAHA. because i'm a woman but not a lady, get it? jokes! but seriously, it's no boys allowed but i don't really care about that. because dudes can pay money to look at my bum at the gym or they can wait outside and do it for free. not that i'm letting them look at my bum for free. uhhhmm, why is this awkward all of the sudden? what i'm saying is, i don't care about the dudes being there or not being there. what i like about curves is that it is circuit training so i know what i'm in for and i know how long it will take and i can give myself a high five when it's all done. this week i lost 3 pounds but i don't really care about that either. what i care about is that my calves are like BAM WE'RE HERE FOR LIFE. i've been doing a lot of bike riding and leg workouts. anyway my calves are ready for action.
i bought my derby gear. derby gear consists of quad skates and a million pounds of pads, for which i am very grateful. i'm also super in love with my helmet. and my mouth guard. and the fact that i get to wear ridiculous socks. that's like a thing for derby times.
i don't have a derby name yet and i'm open to suggestions. i'm thinking about helga hufflepummel. mostly because i bought some yellow and black socks. and also i'm a hufflepuff. and when i fall down i will just be like 'welp, i'm a hufflepuff!'
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
the self esteem angel
so things have been busy. because i work at an amusement park and no one works in december except amusement park workers. or at least it feels like that.
i'm now going to share a story about my bum. if you don't want to hear about it, then go away. (have i mentioned that i'm super tired and grumpy from the amount of people i had to talk to over the last month?)
so this past weekend i was in san diego visiting my friend asia. quick shout out to asia... she's hilarious and fun and basically the best ever. anyway, we were walking back to the car from dinner and a man comes up from behind me and says... wait, before i tell you what he said i would just like to say that he said it very matter of fact and not creepy at all. so read it not creepy in your mind.
"girl, what are you doing in san diego? you have a tiny waist... and hips. you should be in chicago... guys would eat that up. you've got a bgb. black girl booty."
and i was like just like oh, thank you and he walked off. now normally when this happens to me (more on that later) it's like a super creepy weirdo. but this guy was attractive and well dressed and probably in his mid to late 30s. i'm fairly certain that he was a self esteem angel. those exist, right?
i needed a self esteem angel b/c... the other day i was at work and the pants i was wearing were significantly tighter than i normally would wear (b/c it's impossible to find clothes that fit at disneyland. they're either absurdly big or bone crushingly tight. it's kind of terrible). anyway, in my mind, i was like 'so-and-so coworker keeps looking at my bum... i'm fairly certain he is looking at my bum.' and i don't normally get that impression, like i don't catch on to that stuff and i'd never noticed this particular person doing that before. but i had never had to wear pants that were quite that tight. and it just kind of occurred to me out of the blue that this was happening. anyway, eventually i told myself 'no elaina, you're being crazy and you're wishful thinking yourself into believing that this dude is staring at your bum all day... stop being crazy and thinking everyone wants to look at your bum.' and then the self esteem angel came by and was like NO, WE ARE ALL STARING AT YOUR BUM.
and now i would like to know, how often does everyone else in the world get approached by strangers on the street to talk to them about their bum... or other parts? i have never been walking with a person and had it happen to them but it happens to me every few months. is this something that happens to everyone? or do i just have a face that says 'talk to me about my bum'?
finally, my 2013 goals...
1. shake hands with a monkey
2. only eat pudding for one day
3. zip line
4. learn to tap dance
5. make money being a mime
6. high five 100 people in one day
7. do a hand stand
8. go to a fancy dinner by myself
9. go camping and make s'mores
10. throw a drink in someone's face
11. pet a dolphin
12. get a boyfriend
13. ride my bike to the beach
and now it is sleeping time b/c i have to be up early. GROSS.
i'm now going to share a story about my bum. if you don't want to hear about it, then go away. (have i mentioned that i'm super tired and grumpy from the amount of people i had to talk to over the last month?)
so this past weekend i was in san diego visiting my friend asia. quick shout out to asia... she's hilarious and fun and basically the best ever. anyway, we were walking back to the car from dinner and a man comes up from behind me and says... wait, before i tell you what he said i would just like to say that he said it very matter of fact and not creepy at all. so read it not creepy in your mind.
"girl, what are you doing in san diego? you have a tiny waist... and hips. you should be in chicago... guys would eat that up. you've got a bgb. black girl booty."
and i was like just like oh, thank you and he walked off. now normally when this happens to me (more on that later) it's like a super creepy weirdo. but this guy was attractive and well dressed and probably in his mid to late 30s. i'm fairly certain that he was a self esteem angel. those exist, right?
i needed a self esteem angel b/c... the other day i was at work and the pants i was wearing were significantly tighter than i normally would wear (b/c it's impossible to find clothes that fit at disneyland. they're either absurdly big or bone crushingly tight. it's kind of terrible). anyway, in my mind, i was like 'so-and-so coworker keeps looking at my bum... i'm fairly certain he is looking at my bum.' and i don't normally get that impression, like i don't catch on to that stuff and i'd never noticed this particular person doing that before. but i had never had to wear pants that were quite that tight. and it just kind of occurred to me out of the blue that this was happening. anyway, eventually i told myself 'no elaina, you're being crazy and you're wishful thinking yourself into believing that this dude is staring at your bum all day... stop being crazy and thinking everyone wants to look at your bum.' and then the self esteem angel came by and was like NO, WE ARE ALL STARING AT YOUR BUM.
and now i would like to know, how often does everyone else in the world get approached by strangers on the street to talk to them about their bum... or other parts? i have never been walking with a person and had it happen to them but it happens to me every few months. is this something that happens to everyone? or do i just have a face that says 'talk to me about my bum'?
finally, my 2013 goals...
1. shake hands with a monkey
2. only eat pudding for one day
3. zip line
4. learn to tap dance
5. make money being a mime
6. high five 100 people in one day
7. do a hand stand
8. go to a fancy dinner by myself
9. go camping and make s'mores
10. throw a drink in someone's face
11. pet a dolphin
12. get a boyfriend
13. ride my bike to the beach
and now it is sleeping time b/c i have to be up early. GROSS.
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