if only i was sure that my head on the door was a dream...
it's already july and i realize now that i've wasted away over a month of my summer. well maybe it wasn't such a waste. i might get an internship soon. after stuffing my face for a week at that cruise i came back and i definitely need to start working out again. so i've created a new workout plan. it's called the "i'd spell it out for you but you can't read, so i'll put this as delicately as i know how. you are a big, fat, zero (0), FATTY" plan courtesy of strangers with candy. it's a little long to say. but once you learn it, it just rolls off your tongue. haha. after having discovered the wonders of running on the treadmill while watching an episode of angel, i found a new motivation for running. usually when i run outside, i get pretty bored, even just listening to music. but i've really been enjoying watching tv and running. it makes me forget that my legs want to give out or i can't breathe. heh.. well... maybe not that drastic. but it sure makes the time just fly by. so i run now in the mornings and then i go to the gym at night to work upper body and abs. i had a session with a personal trainer and he gave me a routine of exercises to try out. and so it begins. my fool proof plan.
when i got off my treadmill this morning i noticed a box in the garage and inside, stuffed with a bunch of other stuff, was my old copy of "a people's history of the united states" by howard zinn. its cover was bent and it was stuck behind other large objects. i felt sorry for it just then. i thought about picking it up and straightening out its cover so it didnt look so neglected and alone. then i came to my senses and thought, why do you care about it? you're never going to read it. and then i walked back inside and found something else to do.
...but if i had your face, then i could make it safe and clean
when i got off my treadmill this morning i noticed a box in the garage and inside, stuffed with a bunch of other stuff, was my old copy of "a people's history of the united states" by howard zinn. its cover was bent and it was stuck behind other large objects. i felt sorry for it just then. i thought about picking it up and straightening out its cover so it didnt look so neglected and alone. then i came to my senses and thought, why do you care about it? you're never going to read it. and then i walked back inside and found something else to do.
...but if i had your face, then i could make it safe and clean