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hello.
i have lost 4 pounds this week. i guess that's pretty good. although apparently i've lost them from such key areas as my earlobes, the back of my neck, and my toes. well, actually that's not true. i can see it in my face a little bit. only, uh, 96 more pounds to go. i've adjusted my diet accordingly and joined the urmc gym - it's way cheap, open 24 hours, and right there on the ground floor of the hospital. so my goal is to use it for an hour after work each day.
i've begun drinking black coffee now. it's quite invigorating, and it makes me feel all hardcore and tough.
i've become a boring old troll, a big fat hermit. i guess it's alright - it's a low maintenance and inexpensive lifestyle. but i'm starting to get bored. i joined the rochester contemporary and i'd like to be a little active with that. and i also need to keep painting. i haven't done anything since classes ended - the same thing that happened when i left rit. my disdain for school (there, now, i admit it. i used to think that i loved school, but now i realize that i hate it passionately.) was transferred over to art, so then i didn't do anything for prolonged periods of time. damn. i have half-gestated projects all over my house. i abandoned everything. i should start going through them, finishing what i think is still viable and throwing away the other shit.
my mom's going to be here in about a week. i think it will be a lot of fun, but i have to get the spare room set up for her. i really would like to paint it, too, but we'll see.
well, i suppose that's all for now. i've got errands to attend to.
i have lost 4 pounds this week. i guess that's pretty good. although apparently i've lost them from such key areas as my earlobes, the back of my neck, and my toes. well, actually that's not true. i can see it in my face a little bit. only, uh, 96 more pounds to go. i've adjusted my diet accordingly and joined the urmc gym - it's way cheap, open 24 hours, and right there on the ground floor of the hospital. so my goal is to use it for an hour after work each day.
i've begun drinking black coffee now. it's quite invigorating, and it makes me feel all hardcore and tough.
i've become a boring old troll, a big fat hermit. i guess it's alright - it's a low maintenance and inexpensive lifestyle. but i'm starting to get bored. i joined the rochester contemporary and i'd like to be a little active with that. and i also need to keep painting. i haven't done anything since classes ended - the same thing that happened when i left rit. my disdain for school (there, now, i admit it. i used to think that i loved school, but now i realize that i hate it passionately.) was transferred over to art, so then i didn't do anything for prolonged periods of time. damn. i have half-gestated projects all over my house. i abandoned everything. i should start going through them, finishing what i think is still viable and throwing away the other shit.
my mom's going to be here in about a week. i think it will be a lot of fun, but i have to get the spare room set up for her. i really would like to paint it, too, but we'll see.
well, i suppose that's all for now. i've got errands to attend to.