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I seem to be able to recall a time when I would actually do a decent job of sticking to my convictions. Apparently, that's one personality trait that has gone right out the window. Despite my the solemn vow in my last entry, I only managed to stick with the workout regimen for about two weeks. I don't even recall if there was a particular event that caused me to break the routine, but once broken, there certainly wasn't much effort put forth into picking up where I left off.
I feel like last summer I had some clear motivating factor, although I'd be hard-pressed to tell you exactly what it was, or if it even existed at all. I remember getting out of bed every day and reveling in the physical exertion and the feeling of accomplishment that always came at the conclusion. I remember looking forward to pushing myself to my limits, trying each and every time to exceed what I had done before.
Now? I'm lazy. I'm complacent. I like sleeping late. I like staying up until the wee hours of the morning. I like going out to Casey's with my friends. I like eating shitty food. But I don't like the negative impact such things have on my body, and my overall health in general. It's something of a paradox, I know, and it's something completely within my ability to control. Just an extreme lack of willpower on my part.
But hey, let's change the subject and veer away from the things I'm currently ashamed of.
The new job continues to be fantastic. The extra money I'm bringing in allows for some much-needed travel, although the timetable I'm working with is going to be much more restricted than previous adventures. I don't begin to accrue any vacation time until the middle of June, and even then it'll be awhile before I've built up enough to actually make effective use of it, so for now, trips will have to be no more than a day or two. But rest assured - plenty of debauchery can occur in a 48-hour period.
While one trip will carry me to a familiar place with familiar people, another offers the excitement of new surroundings and new experiences. I've been talking about visiting San Francisco for quite sometime. I've got two wonderful, beloved friends in the city already, and there's a certain philosophy nerd/drinking buddy that will be out there for a summer internship, so it makes sense to finally see what wonders the Bay Area has to offer. Probably looking at late June/early July for that one.
Also. I'm getting some more ink this summer. Seriously.
Although summer movie season hasn't officially begun (May 7th can't get here fast enough), my inner geek is still reeling from the weekend viewing of "Kick-Ass." What is being marketed as a light-hearted, dorky movie about wannabe super-heroes is actually one of the darkest, funniest, and most unapologetically violent films I've seen in recent memory, and it exceeded even my own lofty expectations. The film pulls no punches whatsoever, and I lost count of the number of times I thought to myself "I can't fucking believe they just did that." If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it to yourself to stop reading this and get your ass to a movie theatre. You won't be sorry.
As for me? I've got a book I need to get back to.
I feel like last summer I had some clear motivating factor, although I'd be hard-pressed to tell you exactly what it was, or if it even existed at all. I remember getting out of bed every day and reveling in the physical exertion and the feeling of accomplishment that always came at the conclusion. I remember looking forward to pushing myself to my limits, trying each and every time to exceed what I had done before.
Now? I'm lazy. I'm complacent. I like sleeping late. I like staying up until the wee hours of the morning. I like going out to Casey's with my friends. I like eating shitty food. But I don't like the negative impact such things have on my body, and my overall health in general. It's something of a paradox, I know, and it's something completely within my ability to control. Just an extreme lack of willpower on my part.
But hey, let's change the subject and veer away from the things I'm currently ashamed of.
The new job continues to be fantastic. The extra money I'm bringing in allows for some much-needed travel, although the timetable I'm working with is going to be much more restricted than previous adventures. I don't begin to accrue any vacation time until the middle of June, and even then it'll be awhile before I've built up enough to actually make effective use of it, so for now, trips will have to be no more than a day or two. But rest assured - plenty of debauchery can occur in a 48-hour period.
While one trip will carry me to a familiar place with familiar people, another offers the excitement of new surroundings and new experiences. I've been talking about visiting San Francisco for quite sometime. I've got two wonderful, beloved friends in the city already, and there's a certain philosophy nerd/drinking buddy that will be out there for a summer internship, so it makes sense to finally see what wonders the Bay Area has to offer. Probably looking at late June/early July for that one.
Also. I'm getting some more ink this summer. Seriously.
Although summer movie season hasn't officially begun (May 7th can't get here fast enough), my inner geek is still reeling from the weekend viewing of "Kick-Ass." What is being marketed as a light-hearted, dorky movie about wannabe super-heroes is actually one of the darkest, funniest, and most unapologetically violent films I've seen in recent memory, and it exceeded even my own lofty expectations. The film pulls no punches whatsoever, and I lost count of the number of times I thought to myself "I can't fucking believe they just did that." If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it to yourself to stop reading this and get your ass to a movie theatre. You won't be sorry.
As for me? I've got a book I need to get back to.