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| | Subject: | "June Bride" | | Time: | 12:26 am |
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| I ran three miles, under 30 at the gym today, only 2 more to go and I'll hit my goal for awhile. My plan is to turn into an uber-jock, so I can kick some ass. And lift weights so that that my triceps and biceps and quads and abs and gluts will be bikini ready by July, so that I can wear two layers of sweaters throughout San Francisco's 60 degree summer. Oh, but really...When I'm running my face will often turn so beet red that I'm afraid something horrible is about to happen. And am I the only female that'll leave the gym with their shirt entirely soaked from sweat? While I now have the gym gear to blend in with the other sheep, I still can't help but occassionly break out in an intense silent laugher as I look around at the gym's clientele. I particularly love the guy who thinks the gym is his own personal dance studio, and then there's old man who wears glasses with flip-up shades (Dwayne Wayne style) who not only hogs my favorite weight machine, but has to make a spectacle of himself as he grunts and grimaces in what I'm assuming for him, is sheer torture. And what is up with the TME (too much exposure), in the locker room? It's always the ones with cellulite and saggy boobs that enjoy parading around--meanwhile, I'm stuck with bad visuals of cottage cheese thighs and body wrinkles in places I'm not yet ready to know about.
Aside from that. It's actually quite therapeutic. I joined the gym about 2 years ago and went twice, though I must have paid for about 6 months worth. I beat that record in the first week. And it at least it gives me an excuse to avoid eating lunch at my desk every single day. And an amazing thing that I discovered is that I actually find running enjoyable.
PS: My subject headline comes from the Myspace page of a Mormon girl I knew in high school. I don't know how I came across her page, but apparently she just got married today. With that being said, if she was a true Mormon good girl, you know what is probably happening right as I type this. At least...I hope for their sake. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | Subject: | iminlikewithyou | | Time: | 09:42 am |
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| | Is anyone on iminlikewithyou? I'm a dork and want an invite. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| Two photos that I've submitted into MyHeritage say I am a match with Franz Kafka. I'm assuming this is where they're scanning the brain section, because, uh, I don't really see it. Other weird, random celeb matches that I keep receiving are Katharine Heigl, Krista Allen and Kate Winslet. That shit is of tha mark.
At least I didn't get Storm Thurmond. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | me complaning. | | Time: | 11:47 pm |
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| i've complained about this in the past, and i'll complain about this again...it is NOT alright to put up a busy background against 500 million blingarific images, video clips via random plugins AND have music playing on your myspace profile. c'mon people. when you put paris hilton down as one of your heroes, we don't need to have the added visual to know who you are referring to. i don't have time to wait 5 hours for your page to load only to be blinded by the misuse of your wallpaper against your font. lastly, please, boob shots are out. 14 year old friend requests are out. please, stop. i'm old.
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| | Current Music: | F'ing REO Speedwagon | | Subject: | cute as a bug's ear. | | Time: | 11:16 am |
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| as i was walking down gough last night i suddenly found my self being propelled into the air by some unknown force. i stretched my arms out as far as they could go and landed with the utmost grace. when did i turn into an acrobat?
i be trippin. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| you know. i'm just now realizing this...
maybe i'm a lot more together than i had previously thought. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | cola, cigarettes, and privacy (all i want) | | Time: | 08:07 pm |
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| why is it ... that when i'm in physical movement ... i feel as though i can actually do "something" with myself. i can be someone, i can produce something and i don't have to be stuck or left behind. but how i can possibly be someone if i'm always in a state of transit?
there's a
flood. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| camera obscura: books written for girls.
so simple and perfect. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i think i'm going to apply to this program for fall 2005, which means i need to finish all my works - in - progress. i must master the art of completion.
we'll see. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I can't help it. I love staring and staring and staring. Just for a second or more. And then some. I play make believe in my head, and there they are, accomplishing the mundane. Neatly folding socks, one by one placing them in their drawer and then heating up the little microwavable dinner they just bought for one. There could be two or even more, but one usually does not buy boxes and boxes of those kinds of meals if they could have a complete meal with others. Or would they? Maybe it's to their own best interest. And I think of all the time that's spent in that way. Time that's spent functioning for ones own best interest. Time spent separating then folding the laundry. Time spent reading or taking photos. Time spent during those invisible walks. Bought and used often with guilt for the unaccomplished. Look at what they've done. Look at who they've met. Look and see....how they've changed. They may be different. Or maybe they don't notice how much time they spend in their cycle. Maybe it doesn't matter to them anymore. Or maybe it's simply understood. It's only time.
The more time elapsed the more separation. I would willingly agree to disagree if I could find one single argument against this. I can still pretend that it's just be one of those invisible lies. Only for those tiny little moments that even I could amend to those tiny little principles that can so easily erase all feelings of doubt. There is no use placing blame on anyone or any given situation but I can ascert to the fact that what's in ones own best interest breaks all of those tiny tiny tiny principles. It's just like that. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I just realized the great shows that are on cable late at night. Such as Saved by the Bell on TBS at 4AM as well as Perfect Strangers, Head of the Class, AND Family Ties on nick at nite. Last night was the episode when Jessie kept taking caffeine pills until the night of the big performance for the Hot Sundays, and then she lost it. Oh man. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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