I can't stop blogging today
It's because I keep thinking of things to say. Things I want to share with you people.
Here is an email I just got from Sarah, in response to my compaining about the loud, bad, mainstream music they play at LA Fitness:
Why aren't you at the gym? Trust me, it's much easier with the iPod. They play that crappy music at every gym. I don't yet think the "indie rocker" gym has been established.
I just stabbed myself in the thumb with a pen. I'm trying to make it bleed. It was one of those pens with the really long points.
That made me laugh. I want the indie rocker gym!!! Sarah makes fun of me because the only sports I like are the ones with a "rock and roll sensibility", i.e., surfing, skateboarding, and snowboarding. OK, I don't own a skateboard, and I have only been surfing and snowboarding one time each. But that is beside the point.
Call me shallow, but if I *have* to participate in a sport, I want sports that are cool. For example, cycling is no longer cool because of those horrible skintight thigh-length Lycra outfits those people wear -- and the ugly Star Trek-like helmets and very bad sunglasses. Even though swimming is not "rock and roll" (devil fingers), it is not uncool, so I can still do it. Same with yoga, pilates, and weight lifting (actually, weight lifting can be very uncool -- all those gross muscle shirts -- but I wear normal clothes when I lift and I don't take steroids).
Change topic: back to Augusten's website. Here is another quote I really liked: You see, I am determined to have a career that allows me to remain virtually motionless and seated. Ha ha ha. I really like that. I feel exactly the same way. As a child, I used to fantasize about being handicapped and having to use a wheelchair. I thought that if I couldn't walk, then people would not be able to complain that all I wanted to do was sit around and read and write all day. They wouldn't bug me to go on hikes and play volleyball and other hated things.
Besides all the blogging and the gym and reading Augusten's website, I actually am getting a lot of novel writing done today. For proof, here is the last paragraph I wrote:
So we had a total of 8, including me. I had to ask Marieke to bring over a card table and some folding chairs. Eight people at a dinner party is not as manageable as 4, but not unheard of. Actually, 8 is quite heard of, when you think about it. The movie Dinner for Eight, for example, with David Niven. Oh, no, wait, that was Dinner at Eight. And it was Lionel Barrymore, not David Niven. Whatever.
I am going back to the writing now. Really. (Right after I add one more thing to my Amazon wishlist.)
PS: One more thing before I go. The more I use my Royal Tenenbaums mood theme, the more unhappy it makes me. The expressions on the faces of the actors do not at all accurately represent the mood listed. I am going to make my own mood theme. Either Ab Fab or Withnail & I -- I haven't decided yet. Right after I start my t-shirt company, which I am, incidentally, going to do this weekend. More on that later. Must go back to novel now.
PS2: I really want a Ding Dong.
Here is an email I just got from Sarah, in response to my compaining about the loud, bad, mainstream music they play at LA Fitness:
Why aren't you at the gym? Trust me, it's much easier with the iPod. They play that crappy music at every gym. I don't yet think the "indie rocker" gym has been established.
I just stabbed myself in the thumb with a pen. I'm trying to make it bleed. It was one of those pens with the really long points.
That made me laugh. I want the indie rocker gym!!! Sarah makes fun of me because the only sports I like are the ones with a "rock and roll sensibility", i.e., surfing, skateboarding, and snowboarding. OK, I don't own a skateboard, and I have only been surfing and snowboarding one time each. But that is beside the point.
Call me shallow, but if I *have* to participate in a sport, I want sports that are cool. For example, cycling is no longer cool because of those horrible skintight thigh-length Lycra outfits those people wear -- and the ugly Star Trek-like helmets and very bad sunglasses. Even though swimming is not "rock and roll" (devil fingers), it is not uncool, so I can still do it. Same with yoga, pilates, and weight lifting (actually, weight lifting can be very uncool -- all those gross muscle shirts -- but I wear normal clothes when I lift and I don't take steroids).
Change topic: back to Augusten's website. Here is another quote I really liked: You see, I am determined to have a career that allows me to remain virtually motionless and seated. Ha ha ha. I really like that. I feel exactly the same way. As a child, I used to fantasize about being handicapped and having to use a wheelchair. I thought that if I couldn't walk, then people would not be able to complain that all I wanted to do was sit around and read and write all day. They wouldn't bug me to go on hikes and play volleyball and other hated things.
Besides all the blogging and the gym and reading Augusten's website, I actually am getting a lot of novel writing done today. For proof, here is the last paragraph I wrote:
So we had a total of 8, including me. I had to ask Marieke to bring over a card table and some folding chairs. Eight people at a dinner party is not as manageable as 4, but not unheard of. Actually, 8 is quite heard of, when you think about it. The movie Dinner for Eight, for example, with David Niven. Oh, no, wait, that was Dinner at Eight. And it was Lionel Barrymore, not David Niven. Whatever.
I am going back to the writing now. Really. (Right after I add one more thing to my Amazon wishlist.)
PS: One more thing before I go. The more I use my Royal Tenenbaums mood theme, the more unhappy it makes me. The expressions on the faces of the actors do not at all accurately represent the mood listed. I am going to make my own mood theme. Either Ab Fab or Withnail & I -- I haven't decided yet. Right after I start my t-shirt company, which I am, incidentally, going to do this weekend. More on that later. Must go back to novel now.
PS2: I really want a Ding Dong.