Thursday's Thoughts
* I HATE working out. You know those people that say, "Oh, I love it once I get there, it's finding the motivation that's hard." Or the people that say, "Yea, I don't like working out either, but I feel so good afterwards." What a load of crap. I don't enjoy any part of working out. I don't like thinking about it, I don't like driving to work out, I don't like doing the actual work out (ask my trainer, he will confirm this as he has listened to my incessant bitching for over a year), and I do not enjoy any part of the aftermath. Who the hell likes being sore in places the Good Lord doesn't even know exists? Not me. And don't tell me you do either, I won't believe you-- even if you say it makes you feel good mentally.
*I need a body transplant. Preferably that of Carrie Underwood or Halle Berry. But really, any body that functions like it should at 23 years of age would be fine.
*American TV is so weird. And yet, I watch it. Like Dog the Bounty Hunter? One of my favorite shows. And The Real Housewives of Pick Your Location is a show I hate missing. But TLC might be the strangest station ever.
*"My" kids are the best kids in the world. All of them. They are amazing. I don't know how I got so lucky.
*I stand corrected, not all park moms have their thongs too far up their bums. Took the rugrats to a smaller park yesterday and this lady could NOT believe that I wasn't their mother (seriously, she asked me 4 times) because we "interact[ed] so well and I seem like a natural." She even went on to ask if I'd be willing to do an over-night stay with her kids! I won't lie, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to hear such kind words.
*I was born in the wrong era. As a result, I am fairly confident that I have had a past life. Weird, I know, but it's possible.
*Little known fact about me: I love cars, but cosmetically speaking. I couldn't tell you what's under the hood any better than I could translate Mandarin Chinese.
*I also love interior design, which isn't too surprising since I'm obsessed with fashion and interior design is like clothing for the home. But I have been scouring so many websites, blogs, and shops lately-- all for no place to decorate. Boo.
*I need to stop speaking up in class. Today our professor told us that women who have sex with un-circumsized men are at greater risk of getting cervical cancer. So I spoke up and asked, "How much greater of a chance?" EVERYONE burst out laughing (immature), because they thought I was asking, ya know, for personal reference. Um no, I'm not, thanks. And the more I spoke, the more awkward it became. It ended with me explaining a. I don't have a boyfriend and b. I don't have sex. The only reason I admitted the latter was because they kept harassing me. But boy did that shut them up.
*I need to stop doing so many meme's. I may be in the minority, but lately, I feel like that's all I've done.
*I need to get a less dull life, otherwise, this blog is going to go on hiatus indefinitely if I don't have anything of interest to say.
*I know way too many people getting married. And then I realize that if I don't up my social life, I will forever be a party of one at all the weddings of my friends. BORING. I may need to rejoin eharmony.
*It's amazing what a little brutal honesty can do. This girl in my class always talks about wanting to set something/someone on fire, curses like a sailor, and is just nuts. One day she took it a little too far and said she wanted to slit our profs throat. I looked at her and said, "You have a sad, ugly soul." Harsh. Bitchy. And yet, the girl has been nothing but nice and lady-like ever since. And she still talks to me.
*In the same class, some moron thinks he wears the badge of honor and is our teacher. Whenever we are doing lab procedures and talking, he always shushes the heck out of us. I'm not in kindergarten, don't shush me when I'm talking about something pertaining to class, k? Thanks. Anyway, one day I had had ENOUGH. I looked at him and said, while giving a serious look to kill, "I'm not talking to you or about you so just mind your own damn business and quit telling me to be quiet." He dropped his jaw and I turned around. The next week he asked to be my lab partner! Hah! So it turns out being aggressive sometimes pays off (I'm rarely that sassy, something riled me up though, apparently.)!
*I need a body transplant. Preferably that of Carrie Underwood or Halle Berry. But really, any body that functions like it should at 23 years of age would be fine.
*American TV is so weird. And yet, I watch it. Like Dog the Bounty Hunter? One of my favorite shows. And The Real Housewives of Pick Your Location is a show I hate missing. But TLC might be the strangest station ever.
*"My" kids are the best kids in the world. All of them. They are amazing. I don't know how I got so lucky.
*I stand corrected, not all park moms have their thongs too far up their bums. Took the rugrats to a smaller park yesterday and this lady could NOT believe that I wasn't their mother (seriously, she asked me 4 times) because we "interact[ed] so well and I seem like a natural." She even went on to ask if I'd be willing to do an over-night stay with her kids! I won't lie, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to hear such kind words.
*I was born in the wrong era. As a result, I am fairly confident that I have had a past life. Weird, I know, but it's possible.
*Little known fact about me: I love cars, but cosmetically speaking. I couldn't tell you what's under the hood any better than I could translate Mandarin Chinese.
*I also love interior design, which isn't too surprising since I'm obsessed with fashion and interior design is like clothing for the home. But I have been scouring so many websites, blogs, and shops lately-- all for no place to decorate. Boo.
*I need to stop speaking up in class. Today our professor told us that women who have sex with un-circumsized men are at greater risk of getting cervical cancer. So I spoke up and asked, "How much greater of a chance?" EVERYONE burst out laughing (immature), because they thought I was asking, ya know, for personal reference. Um no, I'm not, thanks. And the more I spoke, the more awkward it became. It ended with me explaining a. I don't have a boyfriend and b. I don't have sex. The only reason I admitted the latter was because they kept harassing me. But boy did that shut them up.
*I need to stop doing so many meme's. I may be in the minority, but lately, I feel like that's all I've done.
*I need to get a less dull life, otherwise, this blog is going to go on hiatus indefinitely if I don't have anything of interest to say.
*I know way too many people getting married. And then I realize that if I don't up my social life, I will forever be a party of one at all the weddings of my friends. BORING. I may need to rejoin eharmony.
*It's amazing what a little brutal honesty can do. This girl in my class always talks about wanting to set something/someone on fire, curses like a sailor, and is just nuts. One day she took it a little too far and said she wanted to slit our profs throat. I looked at her and said, "You have a sad, ugly soul." Harsh. Bitchy. And yet, the girl has been nothing but nice and lady-like ever since. And she still talks to me.
*In the same class, some moron thinks he wears the badge of honor and is our teacher. Whenever we are doing lab procedures and talking, he always shushes the heck out of us. I'm not in kindergarten, don't shush me when I'm talking about something pertaining to class, k? Thanks. Anyway, one day I had had ENOUGH. I looked at him and said, while giving a serious look to kill, "I'm not talking to you or about you so just mind your own damn business and quit telling me to be quiet." He dropped his jaw and I turned around. The next week he asked to be my lab partner! Hah! So it turns out being aggressive sometimes pays off (I'm rarely that sassy, something riled me up though, apparently.)!
Comments
And I actually do enjoy working out... I think it has to do with the fact that I'm watching tv while I do it and the fact that I don't work out all that hard...
I found your post interesting and fun! Good times!
I'm so with you on the working out thing. My husband gets all excited when he works out...as in..."Yeah, I'm gettin' pumped! Love that burn," kind of excited. I know, dorky, but I love him anyway *sigh*. Me? Cannot stand to work out. I like nothing about it and hate the people who do! I dread doing it.
Great post, btw....
Tase those shushers...