Simply put, this blog is about my adventures in college and beyond. I want to share my joys and pain, the movies and books I love, and the events I attend.
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I’ve decided to start in on dieting and exercise and all that fun business as soon as the new year starts. So, that gives me one more day to eat out and laze around the house until the work starts. In preparation for this, I’ve located the Ab Lounge that was lurking out in the garage, made a sweet mix CD for working out, and convinced my partner to help me stop eating out so much. It’s going to be tough, but hopefully, I can get back down to the size I was prior to my depression. I figure an hour every morning before school should be sufficient, especially when coupled with healthy meals and plenty of water. I’ll keep posting as I go along!
Okay, folks, this is it. The very last day to vote on your favorite name for my WeeBeast. I'm very disappointed in the turnout so far. There are only 11 votes! So, get to the blog and vote! There is a majority, but I think it's fair to remind everyone that they have one last shot at a change in the race. Even if Ogden is a sweet name. That is all.
Have you ever fallen in love with a song? It's a rare and wonderful occurrence, and for me, it usually happens with a song that was written before I was even an idea. I usually tend toward classic rock, the kind of music my parents listened to when they were my age. However, as little as I listen to newer music, I am occasionally exposed to it. In this case, my adoration is focused on Adam Lambert's new song, "For Your Entertainment". It might be the '80s vibe to it, or just the fact that it's in my vocal range, but the song just won't get out of my mind. So, I've decided to make a music video.
As my Youtube account can attest to, I'm usually behind the camera. This time, it'll be different. I've got a sweet location [Dad's garage] and I'm designing a costume, so, once I've achieved my other goal for the year, to lose the depression weight I put on, things will get interesting.
I'm most likely going to look like a skank and a half, but it'll be worth it if I can get back to my old skinny self. Plus, weight loss just isn't much fun without a goal in mind.
Let the crunches begin!
Call me a Grinch, or a Scrooge, or even a green llama, but I hate Christmas. I'm pretty sure that I've felt this way since I was eleven, when, in a temporary lapse of parental judgment, my mother spilled the beans to me about Santa Claus, three days before Christmas. She also told me about all the other mythological creatures that I was brought up to believe in: the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, St. Nicholas, etc. I know that Santa Claus and his rampant gift-giving are not meant to be the true meaning of Christmas, but it was a disappointment that I haven't forgotten in eight years, and probably still won't forget for a while. In fact, it makes me unsure as to whether or not I should tell my children, whenever I have them, about jolly ol' St. Nick and his ilk. In my pre-familial, teen-aged mind, it doesn't seem fair that parents can lie to their children, in the "spirit" of Christmas and various other holidays and occurrences, while children are never allowed to lie to their parents, for any reason at all. It's a trust-breaker. Sure, my parents have done other things that have shattered my trust in them, but I choose to bring this one up for the sake of so-called Christmas spirit. My friend, Spock, and I carpool to college every day. He rarely packs a lunch, and even though I do, we often wind up going out to eat at one of the many restaurants in our area. Between this, and the anti-depressants I am taking, I have gained almost 50 pounds. I am used to being a skinny person, so to be overweight is horrid for me. Our New Year’s resolution is to only eat out once a month, as part of a date or something like that. This can't be a regular thing anymore.
