my anger is a form of madness, and so I'd rather have hope than sadness.
oh god I can barely friggin move
srsly, lifting fingers to type is an effort
I've been to the gym every day this week. Yay for getting healthy and sticking to an exercise routine and stuff right? EXCEPT OW. I thought I was doing really well, until today, which was my second training session, which introduced me to a world of pain I had barely fathomed. They made me do crunches. OH THE HUMANITY. I don't know what I did to myself, but my face hurts. Should my face hurt? I think I pulled a muscle in my neck or jaw or something. I was not even necessarily aware that that muscle existed, but it is making its presence quite well known at the current time.
Oh well. No pain, no gain? >.> I still feel pretty good, and hopefully I can stick to this when it's not, you know, the only thing getting me out of the house. SO LONELY :_:
Oooh, and I has new musical discovery! I've been playing with the iTunes Genius feature lately, because I am a whore for all that taste-analysis-recommender-type stuff. Today it recommended me a band called Idlewild. AND OMG I LOVE THEM. I'd always vaguely meant to check them out, but I thought they were still more of a punk band. But I guess now they're pretty firmly in that quasi-indie-rock with mopey introspective lyrics genre that I am also a whore for. They're kinda like Snow Patrol, only way more depressing better. This is exciting. Go listen! You know, the whole two of you whose musical tastes are even remotely in the same zip code as mine. :)
and now I can go has coffee. which is the last unhealthy vice I will cling to despite my recent attempts to work out and eat healthier and all that good stuff. YOU CAN PRY MY SWEET, SWEET ESPRESSO FROM MY COLD DEAD OF A CAFFEINE-INDUCED HEART ATTACK HANDS
srsly, lifting fingers to type is an effort
I've been to the gym every day this week. Yay for getting healthy and sticking to an exercise routine and stuff right? EXCEPT OW. I thought I was doing really well, until today, which was my second training session, which introduced me to a world of pain I had barely fathomed. They made me do crunches. OH THE HUMANITY. I don't know what I did to myself, but my face hurts. Should my face hurt? I think I pulled a muscle in my neck or jaw or something. I was not even necessarily aware that that muscle existed, but it is making its presence quite well known at the current time.
Oh well. No pain, no gain? >.> I still feel pretty good, and hopefully I can stick to this when it's not, you know, the only thing getting me out of the house. SO LONELY :_:
Oooh, and I has new musical discovery! I've been playing with the iTunes Genius feature lately, because I am a whore for all that taste-analysis-recommender-type stuff. Today it recommended me a band called Idlewild. AND OMG I LOVE THEM. I'd always vaguely meant to check them out, but I thought they were still more of a punk band. But I guess now they're pretty firmly in that quasi-indie-rock with mopey introspective lyrics genre that I am also a whore for. They're kinda like Snow Patrol, only way more depressing better. This is exciting. Go listen! You know, the whole two of you whose musical tastes are even remotely in the same zip code as mine. :)
and now I can go has coffee. which is the last unhealthy vice I will cling to despite my recent attempts to work out and eat healthier and all that good stuff. YOU CAN PRY MY SWEET, SWEET ESPRESSO FROM MY COLD DEAD OF A CAFFEINE-INDUCED HEART ATTACK HANDS