Oh, my dear endorphins, where art thou?
Ok, this is extremely random, so I apologize if you don't care for it. However, think of it as ammunition if ever you need to make fun at me.
Endorphins are endogenous opioid polypeptide compounds. They are produced by the pituitary gland and the hypothalamus in vertebrates during strenuous exercise,excitement, pain and orgasm, and they resemble the opiates in their abilities to produce analgesia and a feeling of well-being. Endorphins have also been shown to be released in profound relaxation in a float tank. Endorphins work as "natural pain relievers." *
Ok, so all that crap basically says that endorphins make you happy... And happy people just don't shoot their husbands. Ok, that's a quote from a movie.
Well, my endorphins are failing me. Bummer. That means that based on the "textbook " definition (wikipedia can't be considered textbook) of endorphins, if I want my hypothalamus and pituitary glands to produce endorphins I have to engage in at least one of this activities:
Strenuous Exercise: I guess that would explain my mood. The pool is growing some creepy stuff, so I couldn't swim. They haven't cleaned it yet. Bummer. Also, my soccer coach gave us last week off from training, so no soccer for Jamie : (
Excitement: What is there to be excited about? I think I got all the reviews I was going to get for last week's chapter. One of the stories I'm following finally got updated, so hoping for an early update after 2 moths of nothing news... Let's just say I don't think so. And, I don't think I'm all excited to have my organics text. So no endorphins there.
Pain: I've been called a masochist at times, but I wouldn't hit my head against a wall just to get endorphins.
And that leaves me with.. *clears throat*
Orgasm: Ok, no boyfriend equals none of that. Why do I need to be reminded of that? I guess I don't need a boyfriend to get laid, but still, it's time consuming to find someone appropriate. I mean, I wouldn't just sleep with the first guy I see. I've high standards, which accounts to my lack of boyfriend.
Now, if I saw a guy who looked just like Kuchiki Byakuya on the street, I'm sure I'd get all of the above... I'd have to chase him, forcing me into strenuous excercise. The fact that I saw a guy like him means that my wishes have come true, so that ought to excite me *clears throat* amongst other things. There has to be pain somewhere I'm sure, but I'd have adrenaline to take care of that.
But when all else failed him... Then we'd get to the interesting part d(*_*)b
* Taken from the article on endorphins on wikipedia
Oh, I leave you the song that's been plaguin my head since I woke up this morning. Yeah, it's on the outs now, but Lady Gaga it's kinda cool if you ask me :D
Endorphins are endogenous opioid polypeptide compounds. They are produced by the pituitary gland and the hypothalamus in vertebrates during strenuous exercise,excitement, pain and orgasm, and they resemble the opiates in their abilities to produce analgesia and a feeling of well-being. Endorphins have also been shown to be released in profound relaxation in a float tank. Endorphins work as "natural pain relievers." *
Ok, so all that crap basically says that endorphins make you happy... And happy people just don't shoot their husbands. Ok, that's a quote from a movie.
Well, my endorphins are failing me. Bummer. That means that based on the "textbook " definition (wikipedia can't be considered textbook) of endorphins, if I want my hypothalamus and pituitary glands to produce endorphins I have to engage in at least one of this activities:
Strenuous Exercise: I guess that would explain my mood. The pool is growing some creepy stuff, so I couldn't swim. They haven't cleaned it yet. Bummer. Also, my soccer coach gave us last week off from training, so no soccer for Jamie : (
Excitement: What is there to be excited about? I think I got all the reviews I was going to get for last week's chapter. One of the stories I'm following finally got updated, so hoping for an early update after 2 moths of nothing news... Let's just say I don't think so. And, I don't think I'm all excited to have my organics text. So no endorphins there.
Pain: I've been called a masochist at times, but I wouldn't hit my head against a wall just to get endorphins.
And that leaves me with.. *clears throat*
Orgasm: Ok, no boyfriend equals none of that. Why do I need to be reminded of that? I guess I don't need a boyfriend to get laid, but still, it's time consuming to find someone appropriate. I mean, I wouldn't just sleep with the first guy I see. I've high standards, which accounts to my lack of boyfriend.
Now, if I saw a guy who looked just like Kuchiki Byakuya on the street, I'm sure I'd get all of the above... I'd have to chase him, forcing me into strenuous excercise. The fact that I saw a guy like him means that my wishes have come true, so that ought to excite me *clears throat* amongst other things. There has to be pain somewhere I'm sure, but I'd have adrenaline to take care of that.
But when all else failed him... Then we'd get to the interesting part d(*_*)b
* Taken from the article on endorphins on wikipedia
Oh, I leave you the song that's been plaguin my head since I woke up this morning. Yeah, it's on the outs now, but Lady Gaga it's kinda cool if you ask me :D
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