Sunday, February 28, 2010

Pants size wise, I'm 33.3% of the person I once was.

If that doesn't make me TRDL/R3 approved, I don't know what will.

...other than being HAWT.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

On a very different note, I bought what appears to be oranges. I am excited about this! Tomorrow will be a good fruit breakfast. A very good one indeed.
The problem with going to the gym almost everyday?
Laundry...every 2 days. I don't like doing laundry. But now I have A LOT more clean clothes.

3s thrown for Thom. You know who you are. Assuming you even read this. Which, if you don't, you missed out on 3s being thrown...but you won't know that.
My entire body hurts. Exercise was good today.

That brush no work. Need different one. It was kinda fun to use though...
Went shopping the first half of the day. The second half will be spent at the gym and home. Bought a body brush that may or may not be useful. I've yet to try it, so I don't know. I doubt it, but it's all I could find and decided to take a chance. Almost bought a really gay shirt, but it was broken (as the cashier figured out for me...and all the rest were too...), so I just stuck with the pants which may be too small...but will be the right size (one way or another! You hear that pants???!?!? You'll fit me!). Also bought a kanji game. It looks supremely gay and slightly annoying. It should be fun. It seems you must fight monsters by putting in the kanji's reading. I'm going to lose bad, but that's neither here nor there.

...apparently it's a "Cellulite Massager." Maybe it'll be fine. I didn't actually look at what they called it in the store...maybe all will be fine.

Operation Hot Gym had a few hick-ups, but one of the goals was achieved.
Operation After-Workout Sauna to commence. It's a counter attack, so the ball isn't in my court. We'll see how this progresses. If it does.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Dang it. Operation Hot Gym failed again. It's like the Normandy Invasion without Normandy. It's hard to put your operation into motion without the thing you are operating against. Suck ass. Oh well. Tomorrow. D-Day. Again.

Also. I'll let you figure out if it's related or not.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Q: Do I have the balls enough to do what I got to do?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I think about the past. The way things used to be. All the things I could have become. All the things I couldn’t. The things I knew. The things I didn’t. Meeting them again brought back the memories. All the smiles, the mistakes, the possibilities, the embarrassments, the tears, the confused feelings, the mistaken thoughts, the regrets. All came rushing back just seeing their faces, hearing their voices.
I smile. They are happy to see me. All but him. He’s unfeeling. Does he notice I’ve changed? Does he care? He’s moved on. Moved up. On to better things. On to better people.
I think of the past. He used me make my heart beat faster than is probably safe. He used to be in my dreams. He used to make me feel alive when he danced with me.
He’s talking to a cute girl in a short skirt. I never had a chance. I knew that. I know that. But it changes nothing. I take a sip of my drink. The taste does nothing to quench either my thirst or the memories.
I drink more.
And more.
It takes me over. I dance with my girlfriends. We feel the beat in our hearts. We feel it in out chests. It moves our feet. Our hands. Our hips. I dance with some random guy. It doesn’t matter who he is. It won’t last past a dance. We part. I go to the bathroom. I’m thirsty. I drink water from the tap. It does nothing to quench my thirst. The memories don’t come back. The drink is taking care of those. A girl comes in. She says my dancing is sex. I smile and laugh it off. The memories come back. He’s too cool for me. Too amazing. Too out of reach. Too late.
I go back outside. My friends find me. We dance some more. He’s at the front. DJing. A DJ. I never did stand a chance. I dance. We dance. He doesn’t notice me. I dance as well as I can for him. He doesn’t see me. He lights a cigarette. He lets the smoke out of his lungs. I dance and watch. He doesn’t need me.
I close my eyes and dance. I lose myself in the music. The beat drives away memories. Drives away any inhibitions I had. I dance for hours. I go to the bathroom again. More water from the tap. I look at myself in the mirror. I know I’m not the best, but I’m still looking good. My hair’s a mess. I’ve been dancing for hours now. It can’t be helped. I smooth out the rough parts a bit. Another girl comes in. I met her outside. She’s a bartender at a bar close by. She says that I look sexy. Nice back. My shirt exposes that part of me. No chest, just back. You can see that freckle I forget I have. I smile and go outside again.
A guy comes over. Says he’s seen me here before. I smile. He has no shirt on. He says he’s a bartender here and he’s noticed me before. I laugh and ask why. The bartender says I should know why. I laugh again and his friends call him. The bartender leaves, I dance.
The night is winding down. I go back to the bathroom. Free water. It’s not that tasty, but it’s free. I leave. His friend sees me. He calls me over. I go. Nothing to lose. Nothing at all. The guy I like doesn’t like me. The one I liked is probably getting laid right now.
His friend tells me to kiss another guy. I do. A kiss. It means nothing. I kissed my previous crush many times. It meant nothing. Now we can’t even talk. His friend tells me to kiss another guy. I do. The bartender, too.
They laugh and joke. I joke along with them. It’s a nice distraction.
It’s time to leave. I go to the elevator. The bartender comes with me. We make out in the elevator.
It gets to the bottom floor. We don’t stop. Someone calls the elevator. We stop. We part.
I walk home in the freezing cold. I’m tired and losing feeling in my legs. I make it home. I fall asleep. The memories don’t stop.
I read a book yesterday.
"The Magic Finger" by Roland Dahl.
That's right. I read a 20-some odd page book. And I'm proud of it.
It wasn't as entertaining as I'd hoped. Not bad, but not too awesome.
As you can tell, yesterday I had few classes.
Today I have none.
But, yesterday I talked to the hot gym teacher.
Yeah. Go me.
Now to just grow a pair and be a man.
Figuratively. I don't think he's into that kinda stuff. And I can't actually just grow a pair. It's not possible. I don't think. As a super-power, you must admit that would suck.
Also, my dear dear friend Candi sent me some info about skin care, and I'm going to be starting that. As soon as I find that darned body brush thing. It's yet to be found for me. Hello Kitty condoms, check. Round bath brush, nowhere in sight.
Thank you for that Japan.

Also, weird spacing 'cause I can. There's really no reason for it.
And, wrote one more 1-page story and a few lines of my story yesterday. Should work more on those more often.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I like food. Too much, me thinks. Spent ¥355 on my dinner from a convenience store. It was good, but not the best for health. But it was good. Darn good. Way too many calories, however. Drat.
Anyway, going to go to the gym in a few minutes. It should be good. Gots ta get in shape and shape up, or whatever they say here. Let's get sexybody. That sounds like what they'd say here. There's no gym here on Saturday. That is a saddening fact. A rather saddening one.
Well, better go. Gonna go pre-exercise before I hit up my class. Gotta work on my back muscles today. And abs. And legs. And everywhere, actually.


Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Went to the gym.
Talked with the hot guy.
Came back home.
Doing laundry.
Drinking wine.
I can't tell if today was a good day or not.
I think it rocked!
Until the laundry.
And the indecisive feeling I have from talking to the hot guy.
Because he's hot.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Exercised for almost 3 hours today. I'm tired. But not quite ready to go to sleep. Probably will pass out in 3.33 minutes, but that is later. On a good note, I should be losing some weight from 3 hours of exercise. Or maybe just not be able to move tomorrow. I'm actually a little frightened that I've lost my weight too quickly, so my skin won't be taut around my midsection no matter how many various styles of, and intense number of crunches I do. Sucks, don't it. Optional surgery investigation time!!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I saw Avatar today. It was better than I thought. Sat in the front row though. 3D probably made it better than it would have been without. Seriously long movie though. My butt hurt by the end.

Also got a blackboard. A black whiteboard. It's nice. I can put goals on there...which I'm sure I'll forget all about later, but still have up there. I also put up my goals for this year on my wall near my desk. Most of those will be forgotten as well. Or at least not done. But I do want to do them, so we'll see how far I get on 'em.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Almost got to 600 calories burned today at the gym on the treadmill. Almost. I do believe it was 595 or 596. Almost there. So close.

But not.

Also, I'm retarded and hope that I can be retarded the good way tomorrow.

Friday, February 12, 2010

I got 2 to 3 bloody noses today. It stopped my workout plans. Bad nose. Bad. I'll be gyming tomorrow, so hopefully it won't be that bad. Although 2 days without a workout makes me feel sad.

On an unrelated note, a few teachers are trying to set me up with the student teacher at my school. We'll have fun seeing where that leads...other than to a nomikai (drinking party)

Sunday, February 7, 2010

My pipes were 'turned off' or whatever again this morning. At least this apartment is advanced enough to not have the pipes freeze. This time I luckily knew what to do. I pushed that button, and the water came back on. It was great. I love that button < 3 I don't have to worry about me pipes freezing. Just catching a cold. That's it. And cold showers...

Large men frighten me. They do. And I'm not sure how to take that.

Monday, February 1, 2010

I've decided to throw out all my "fat" pants. It'll leave me with basically 3 pairs (one which needs sewing...), but that should work. I do laundry enough. And as soon as winter passes, I can wear skirts...unless they get too big too...

I need more sale season!!