Gone with the Wind (or Left Behind)
Surprise, surprise, I've actually started my goal of running to lose weight/get healthier. On Sunday night, I had a great urge to get off my lazy bum and start movin'. I announced to my parents, who have been telling me to exercise for years but have been received with grunts in the unaffirmative, that I was going out to run. As expected, my mother told me to go with my dad because it was dark out and she was afraid that rapists would tear off my hideous pajamas-turned-workout pants and run off with her weakling child. I, of course, refused, knowing full well that my 48 year old father would whoop my ass and leave me panting in the dust.
"You got a date or something?" my mother asks, after I refuse her for the hundredth time citing "wanting to be alone" as my reason to run without dad.
"And who would want me looking like this?!" I holla back, pointing at my loose towel-textured tank top and ill-fitted pants two inches too short.
"You're right," mom says, although I get the feeling she's either really suspicious or she really wants me to have a boyfriend. I do believe it's the former.
And so today marks the second time I've run at night to avoid a Cartman-esque figure. Still, I really don't like catching whiffs of horse manure from the ranch next door as I take big gulps of air to keep from collapsing. Reminds me of the public restrooms in China; peeee-ewwwww.
Oh yeah, we had a nice roommate hangout yesterday in Alhambra. Rachael came to pick me up and then drove all the way to Kitty's house, and we ate Chinese food and went shopping. Kitters and I stayed over at the Woo's house later. I think all those Munchies I ate took away whatever benefits I had from running.
What a long entry. Shows you how truly idle I am at BORING VALLEY.
"You got a date or something?" my mother asks, after I refuse her for the hundredth time citing "wanting to be alone" as my reason to run without dad.
"And who would want me looking like this?!" I holla back, pointing at my loose towel-textured tank top and ill-fitted pants two inches too short.
"You're right," mom says, although I get the feeling she's either really suspicious or she really wants me to have a boyfriend. I do believe it's the former.
And so today marks the second time I've run at night to avoid a Cartman-esque figure. Still, I really don't like catching whiffs of horse manure from the ranch next door as I take big gulps of air to keep from collapsing. Reminds me of the public restrooms in China; peeee-ewwwww.
Oh yeah, we had a nice roommate hangout yesterday in Alhambra. Rachael came to pick me up and then drove all the way to Kitty's house, and we ate Chinese food and went shopping. Kitters and I stayed over at the Woo's house later. I think all those Munchies I ate took away whatever benefits I had from running.
What a long entry. Shows you how truly idle I am at BORING VALLEY.