1. It must be hard to be one of those really hot jacked guys at the gym, because once you reach a certain point of muscular definition, it seems that it's obligatory to factor in twenty to thirty minutes every time you work out in which you stand in front of a mirror and admire yourself in various poses while simultaneously making it seem like you're just doing some sort of cool down. Yeah, I know you're gazing at your own abs while you ostensibly wipe your (not) sweaty forehead with your shirt. We ALL know.
2. There's a bike program called "Around the World" where the dots on the progress bar form shapes that vaguely look like various architectural features from around the world. So, like, the screen will flash FRANCE! and then the dots form the Eiffel Tower and stuff. It's a little too easy, but I do like to do it occasionally because when it gets to Russia, with all those onion domes, it looks like you're riding through a big line of tits.
3. Does doing things upside down make them more effective? I'm increasingly seeing all sorts of stretching and abs and weights and such done upside down, and I cannot fathom why. Even beyond its general discomfort, I'd think there's a much greater danger of flashing your junk in those weird positions. That's something I'm really conscious of at the gym, the state of my junk. I hate when you go and you're accidentally wearing boxers and all you can think about is the tunnel you're going to make when you go to do sit-ups. Is that just me?
--I probably have been sitting in this chair for 75% of the time I wasn't in class last week and it does not look like I'm getting up until Wednesday, at the earliest. How my semester-long procrastination is BITING me now. Italy, I love you, but you did me no favors in that department. I'm currently swapping back and forth between my last two ginormous papers and making absolutely no sense. Yesterday and the day before I crunched out a heinous poetry final. I never want anyone to use the words "thinly veiled criticism of a white-dominated social hierarchy" or "symbolic representation of a communist uprising" near me ever again. (Obviously this is going to entail a major life change for those near me, because how many times a day do you hear those phrases? It's innumerable!) Also, I'm going to hate Mark Twain by the end of this academic year. Nathaniel Hawthorne and I are frenemies and we have been for a while, but an active hate for Twain is brewing in my soul.
--All of which is why I'm listening to "Go the Distance" from Hercules on infinite loop. I AM ON MY WAY! I CAN GO THE DISTANCE! I DON'T CARE HOW FAR! SOMEHOW I'LL BE STRONG! I KNOW EV-ERY MILE, WILL BE WORTH MY WHILE! And so on.
--I also just deleted all the bookmarks I have saved on Firefox and I'm having someone change my Facebook password tomorrow if this gets really bad, because I would quite like to be done on Wednesday night.
--Like, seriously, going to have to delete every single word that I've written on these papers tonight. Is it too obvious if I just copy and paste what I wrote earlier in the semester? Because Umberto Saba and I are not really operating at the same level right now.
--I'm staunchly opposed to having a Facebook profile picture - don't ask because I have no answer - but I briefly entertained the idea of making this mine after 30 Rock on Thursday:
Does that count as blackface? Can blackface be funny? I suppose it can when you put it beside a man dressed as Natalie Portman in Black Swan.--I want to see Black Swan. Mostly for Mila Kunis. I read somewhere that she used to play Warcraft and I've always wondered since if I've ever fought against her. Though she probably plays World of, which, with its monthly fee, is beyond my price range of free-after-purchase, so doubtful.
--Short Course Worlds are coming up in a couple days. This is really not a great time for a swim mania, but, like an epileptic seizure, sometimes these things just come. Good thing it's only short course, so I'll only be in a moderately crazed state of "WHY IS THERE NO ONE WHO WANTS TO TALK WITH ME ABOUT THIS." But you may hear about it, reader dear, fear not!
--Why didn't I know about Mika before? I looooove this song. Not sure about the video, now that I've sought it out, but the song, yes yes yes.
--One of the rare perks of being a humanities major is that the quality of the bathroom graffiti in the English and language buildings is much higher than in most other academic buildings. I mean, you do get a lot of the usual "FUCK THE JEWS" and stuff, but there's a toilet in the English building where not only do people scratch out rather lovely lines of original poetry into the wall, but other people come and write constructive criticism. And none of it degrades into idiotic cruelty. It's all like, "I think your meter is off here" and "What about this word instead?" I think it's nice, especially since you can be pretty certain that it was ALL DONE WHILE PEOPLE WERE TAKING A DUMP.
--I've used a startling amount of capital letters in this post. This is an expression of my current frame of mind, I suspect.
--Also, another song: LOVE. I downloaded a version that's a lot faster, and I prefer it, but oh, oh, that song.
--Okay, I'm gonna go take a shit on one more page before I go to bed. LATER.
4 comments:
After reading this post, I can only conclude that you are massively sleep deprived and possibly drunk. <3
First, yes, second, sadly, not.
So, um, is this a good time to tell you that I watch hercules and belt out all the songs by myself when I'm feeling sad?
Also, I feel the need to tell you that I felt that the Italian gentleman singing the last song was fabulously vain. Conducting the crown singing his name = awesome.
so? are you done?
I really need to have Blogspot email me when people comment - I always miss yours, Tal.
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