Showing posts with label fitness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fitness. Show all posts

Jun 26, 2010

methodistic

Haaay youuuu gaaaaiiiisss...!!

I just got done smoking a cigarette out of my bedroom window. There wasn't much of a view, but the summer air felt great, and the flowers growing on my neighbor's fence are gorgeous. Plus, I had Dredg playing on my eyePod. I spit on my lawnmower a couple times. I don't know why I'm still smoking cigarettes. I've cut back, and I smoke maybe two a day on average, but they can be fucking nasty at times. Although, after smoking all this time I have learned the difference on certain types of cigarettes. For instance: Newport 100s are delicious and Marlboro Menthols are a close, cheaper second. I can't stand Camel Crush. They have a pseudo-menthol taste.

To those of you who don't know who Dredg are (is?), check 'em out. They're easily one of my top ten favorite bands of all time. They're a Bay Area band and swing by a lot, so get a Songkick account if you want to know when they'll be around. Here's a song of theirs' ('s?) that I've been listening to all evening.


I went jogging to that song tonight. It's (pretty much) the first time I've gone since before Logan was born. It was a quick one lapper and I took Luna with me, but it's something I know I'll want to do tomorrow. I missed it!

Jul 3, 2009

I smelled that.

A small blog today. I'm essentially posting this to tell all of ypu that I've been busy running errands, kitten caring, applying to college, reading, shaving, eating, swimming, cleaning, driving, working, boy drama-ing, and getting into shape.

On a side note, I ripped a pair of pants yesterday trying to "stretch them out." Thunder thighs for the win.

Jun 8, 2009

Hey!

I just got back from the gym. Damn near came when I was done.

repeat chorus (x42)

God damn, dude. My love handles haven't been this predominant since I was about thirteen. I haven't had a legitimate workout (other than sex) in weeks. My little formation of abs is practically gone and looking in the mirror is not a good thing for me to do, more so now than ever. My excuse is that I've been busy, but really I'm not. I'm only working fourteen hours this week, I have no homework, nor any other obligatory tasks to complete (for the most part). I did finally go for a jog around the block like I used to do last night. I was so elated when I came home it was sad. Other than my crippling self-esteem, work is going fine. I've found a method to keeping my left lip piercing open, but it's only a matter of time before my co-workers notice. Until then, I'm happy. I went to the luncheon for my scholarship today held by Kawannis at (something) Mia's in downtown San Jose. I still speak in front of crowds terribly. I have a facial twitch and it was goin' off like a motherfucker. I was so embarrassed, but more so disappointed in myself for not being able to accomplish the simple feat of talking to a crowd of fifty plus people. It's not that bad.

Look, a giraffe.


Music


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