Filed under: obscure pop culture references, sporty spice, work and play | Tags: boot camp, boxing, fight, gym, instructor, unwind, work out, yoga
i’m going boxing tonight! i’m mildly nervous, but i have a (very, very, very) light background in martial arts and kickboxing (as in, i took a few rec classes in college), so it shouldn’t be toooo bad.
my main goal with this class is to find an extracurricular activity i can be passionate about — other than heavily drinking on the weekends. i went through a big yoga phase a couple months ago, but i’ve been finding it hard to motivate myself to attend classes lately (including the free twice-a-weeks my work provides at lunchtime). i’d say the best way to fall in love with a sport is to fall in love with the instructor’s teaching style. i’ve unfortunately not had great luck in the yoga department. whyyyyy would a “peaceful”, “soothing” yoga instructor feel the need to scream out the poses? i didn’t skip my lunch for boot camp — i skipped to unwind and forget about annoying customers. boxing, on the other hand… i *want* to be yelled at. i *want* to fight and kick ass.
if nothing else, this is probably a much more efficient way of getting out my aggression than stupid yoga.
Filed under: a few of my favorite things, sporty spice | Tags: aromatherapy, heaven, massage, neck, pamper, relaxation, spa, yoga
so much for getting back into my yoga routine today. here’s to a date with aromatherapy and de-knotting of dee neck.
Filed under: a few of my favorite things, bestest friends, celebrity worship | Tags: adventure, canada, conan o'brien, holiday weekend, memorial day, road trip, toronto, travel
i’m off to toronto for the next three days! although the 9-hour drive (one way!) makes my already overactive boredom sensors flare up up, i’m looking forward to seeing something new. since moving east, i’ve made a genuine effort to travel around the area and explore. in addition to the thrill i get from mini-adventures like this, it keeps the skin-crawliness to a minimum.
so anyway, i’m off on a road trip to canada with the boys who love to love and hate me. as you can see, we may kill each other within minutes… i haven’t been that far north since the dollar’s value dropped, so i’m thinkin’ we won’t be doing too much shopping. (to be completely honest, judgmental and stereotypical, though, their fashion senses aren’t exactly what you’d expect and i’m ok with not .) in fact, i’m not really sure what we’ll be doing, other than looking for landmarks i recognize from conan o’brien’s toronto stint.
hope everyone else has a fun, relaxing weekend planned!
Filed under: bestest friends, celebrity worship, obscure pop culture references, party star | Tags: crazy, entertainment, entourage, party, pseudo celebrity, reality show, roommate, the bachelor, train wreck
in the end, i just decided i’d nominate her. i don’t like to brag, but my nominating skills are so awesome i made her cry (in a good way) and was asked by another friend to write her J Date profile. tell me this isn’t a reality-show celebrity in the making:
It’s hard to capture Sarah’s personality on paper because she’s literally larger than life. Tall, blonde and beautiful, Sarah turns heads every time she walks into a room. She can be a bit intimidating at first with her strong handshake and loud Midwestern drawl, but once she speaks to you, you realize she’s just a sweet, kind-hearted, slightly ditsy, small town girl. Her confidence covers up the fact that she’s dealt with lots of family turmoil and has had to fend for herself since a young age. She’s moved around a lot, and at this point in her life, she just wants some stability and companionship from a man who will love her as much as she loves him. Her loyalty, determination and fun-loving attitude would guarantee that she’d make an excellent competitor on the show, as well as the perfect girl to win the bachelor’s heart and final rose.
is it wrong that i’m this excited about shoving my friend into a world that thrives on turning its stars into train wrecks for the sake of entertainment?
(it should be noted that she actually wants to do this. i’m not just living vicariously through her. although, if she gets on, i most certainly will live vicariously through her… and at least abuse the pseudo-celebrity power to go to cool parties.)
Filed under: the cat's meow | Tags: cat, diet, exercise, fat, fluffy, mama, pet, vet
…and i just found out i’m a horrible cat mom. my “fluffy” princess has gained half her body weight in the 11 months i’ve had her. whoops!
i’m now required to feed her less and to exercise her 15 minutes a day. i’m so buying a leash.
Filed under: fear and loathing, perfectly impossible | Tags: acne, adolescence, boredom, run away, skin, ugly
i’m often overcome by a feeling of needing to shed my skin and run away from myself. kind of like a snake only less creepy. it usually comes about if:
–i’ve been sitting in one place too long (i’d like to think 45+ hours a week in front of a computer will do that to almost anyone);
–i want to strangle some annoying co-worker(s) who won’t.stop.talking.louder.than.my.ipod.can.play (i’d like think being cooped in the same building with said obnoxious people for 45+ hours a week will do that to almost anyone);
–or i’m just absolutely, positively, ready-to-move-away-and-never-ever-come-back bored with my life (which happens more frequently than i’d like to admit).
today i’ve remembered there’s another time i want to shed my skin. when my skin not only doesn’t want to shed me, but it loves me so much, it wants to amass into larger growths of skin, preferably of the red, bumpy, disgusting, pimply kind right in the middle of my face.
i’m 25 (gah!) — when will i outgrow the remnants of my painful adolescence?
Filed under: obscure pop culture references, work and play | Tags: caffeine, coffee, energy drink, friday, rockstar, work
i’m already riled up and ready for the weekend — then pithy goes and turns me onto these bastards:
i think the night janitors may find me convulsing in the bathroom tonight… so much for getting out of here early.
UPDATE: not gonna lie, i feel like i’m on drugs. not that i would know… but yowza. the warning level on the can should’ve been a sign for this non-rockstar.