It has an ominous ring to it, wouldn't you say. Ok, maybe it doesn't. Customer Apprectiate day at a gym. More specifically the gym I go to...World Health Club. Yesterday I decided that I would go to the gym after work. Big mistake. I walked up to the doors and I saw balloons. Balloons.
Balloons are always a bad sign. I've realized that I really hate balloons. Balloons just mean that their are fake happy people lurking around the corner, waiting there ready to pounce. I don't want fake happy people at the gym pouncing on me.
All I want to go in, do my thing and leave. I don't want freebies. I don't want to talk to a personal trainer. I want to put on my unapproachable face and do what I came to do. Then I want to get the hell out of there.
But apparently, not only am I a glutton for food, but I am a glutton for punishment. I finally signed up for my free personal training sessions. I haven't set a date but I took one more step towards this thing. I'm sorry but getting my ass kicked with fitness isn't something that I eagerly walk into.
I signed up with this one trainer because I liked the looks of her. Thats right. I judged a book by its cover. I looked at all the other personal trainers and I decided that they didn't have the right look. They are too skinny. This trainer has a big butt. Ha ha. Yep the person at the front desk was like why her. And I said I trust her more cause she has a big butt. The smiley happy lady at the front desk stopped smiling. Ha. Take your fake happiness and shove it...
Anyways thats enough about Customer Appreciation Day. Today I went to the gym as well. And it was better. The balloons were gone.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
ME
I haven't written in here for a long time so I thought that i should write a short update.
I'm moving. Hopefully some time this week. I can't wait to leave the hell hole that I live in now. I hate it. I can't believe I let someone talk me into moving there. Let this be a lesson. Never move into a place that is convenient for the other person. Cause in the end they will screw you over. Its funny cause people warned me that it would happen. But I trust too easily.
I quit my job at the spa. But I will probly still work there once in awhile. I lost respect for the boss. And I can't work for someone I don't respect.
My brother is going to Greece this week. He also might be getting his cast of as well.
I got a second hole pierced in my nose. I've lost 13 pounds since the beginning of January. I work out all the time. The weight loss isn't happening fast enough. I don't feel it yet. But I guess the scale feels it.
Thats it. Thats my life.
I'm moving. Hopefully some time this week. I can't wait to leave the hell hole that I live in now. I hate it. I can't believe I let someone talk me into moving there. Let this be a lesson. Never move into a place that is convenient for the other person. Cause in the end they will screw you over. Its funny cause people warned me that it would happen. But I trust too easily.
I quit my job at the spa. But I will probly still work there once in awhile. I lost respect for the boss. And I can't work for someone I don't respect.
My brother is going to Greece this week. He also might be getting his cast of as well.
I got a second hole pierced in my nose. I've lost 13 pounds since the beginning of January. I work out all the time. The weight loss isn't happening fast enough. I don't feel it yet. But I guess the scale feels it.
Thats it. Thats my life.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
ode to high school
I got on the bus this morning. Nothing new. I got on the bus at an unusual time. 8:17 am. Usually I get on the bus around 6. (I skipped my work out this morning) As I got on the bus I had a flash back. I felt like I had gone back a few years. Like the bus was a time machine that took me back to high school. People watched me as I got on. To see where I would dare to sit. The rich bitches with their Holt or American eagle very impractical bags. The punks with their skinny jeans and their music on full blast...and talking loudly as they try to hold conversations over their music. The jocks, the geeks, the losers. They were all present this morning during a blast to my past.
And all I wanted to say to this people was that this wouldn't last. High school, even though is seems like the biggest thing that will ever be in your life. It too will end sooner than you think. Just cause you were a loser in high school, doesn't mean that you have to be the loser for the rest of your life. Just cause your hot in high school doesn't mean your hair won't be grey, your metabolism won't slow don't and your boobs won't sag.
We have the choice to live by the labels that people stick on us. Whats the point of living up to a label. Because when all is said and done, all that matters is that we know who we are. I mean we are the ones that have to live with ourselves. We are the ones that know what really goes through our minds in the still of the night.
That girl in your homeroom, or that guy in your chemistry class. They don't definate you. You Define You.
This isn't just a lesson that high schoolers need to learn. This is something we all need to learn. Remember, you are who you are. Don't be someone else. Be who you are. Its your life. Its your world. Its your future. You Define You.
Blah Blah Blah.
And all I wanted to say to this people was that this wouldn't last. High school, even though is seems like the biggest thing that will ever be in your life. It too will end sooner than you think. Just cause you were a loser in high school, doesn't mean that you have to be the loser for the rest of your life. Just cause your hot in high school doesn't mean your hair won't be grey, your metabolism won't slow don't and your boobs won't sag.
We have the choice to live by the labels that people stick on us. Whats the point of living up to a label. Because when all is said and done, all that matters is that we know who we are. I mean we are the ones that have to live with ourselves. We are the ones that know what really goes through our minds in the still of the night.
That girl in your homeroom, or that guy in your chemistry class. They don't definate you. You Define You.
This isn't just a lesson that high schoolers need to learn. This is something we all need to learn. Remember, you are who you are. Don't be someone else. Be who you are. Its your life. Its your world. Its your future. You Define You.
Blah Blah Blah.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
drowning my sorrows in lemonade
As I swallowed my 8th glass of lemonade I realized that I don't even like lemonade. In fact I hate it. Ok so its out there in the open. I hate lemonade. Not even on a hot day, will I enjoy it.
Its too sour. Its too sweet. And its too yellow. I hate it.
Then why am I drowning my sorrows in lemonade you ask? The other day I went shopping. Routine grocery shop. Except I had a time limit, and an item limit. As I had to catch a bus and take everything on the bus. (Side note...one of these days I will be one of those people that you see pushing a grocery cart miles away from any grocery store.)
So as I was saying. I am shopping. The bus leaves in 7 minutes to be exact. I wanted juice. So I grabbed what I thought was the minute maid mango veggie juice. I absolutely love that juice. I didn't even give it a second glance. I made the bus and everything was fine.
Until I got home. I went to pour myself a nice big glass of juice only to realize that alas, it was not the juice I had thought it was. I was sad. I wanted the good stuff.
So I sat down on my couch. And thought about the day that I had just had. I missed my bus to work. I had to take the next one and I was late. I was kind of reprimanded but I think it was more me making myself feel guilty. I inhaled paint fumes all day as we are renovating at work. The sink started leaking, although noone knew cause it leaked into my massage room. I was walking with my hand on my head (don't ask) and I rammed my elbow really hard into the door. And over course I then had to massage a CFLer. (Canadian football leauge...like the NFL, but will bigger balls.) Everyone was in a bad mood at work. I went to the gym. It seemed to be skinny hour at the gym. Enough said about that. On the bus ride home a handycapped man hit on me. He went around and asked everyone on the bus for a pen so he could get my number. I didn't tell him I had 5 in my purse.
In hindsight it was not that bad of a day. But the juice thing really threw me off.
But out of spite I downed that juice like it was the bottle of whisky that I wished I had.
The moral of this story today is that lemons are bad.
Its too sour. Its too sweet. And its too yellow. I hate it.
Then why am I drowning my sorrows in lemonade you ask? The other day I went shopping. Routine grocery shop. Except I had a time limit, and an item limit. As I had to catch a bus and take everything on the bus. (Side note...one of these days I will be one of those people that you see pushing a grocery cart miles away from any grocery store.)
So as I was saying. I am shopping. The bus leaves in 7 minutes to be exact. I wanted juice. So I grabbed what I thought was the minute maid mango veggie juice. I absolutely love that juice. I didn't even give it a second glance. I made the bus and everything was fine.
Until I got home. I went to pour myself a nice big glass of juice only to realize that alas, it was not the juice I had thought it was. I was sad. I wanted the good stuff.
So I sat down on my couch. And thought about the day that I had just had. I missed my bus to work. I had to take the next one and I was late. I was kind of reprimanded but I think it was more me making myself feel guilty. I inhaled paint fumes all day as we are renovating at work. The sink started leaking, although noone knew cause it leaked into my massage room. I was walking with my hand on my head (don't ask) and I rammed my elbow really hard into the door. And over course I then had to massage a CFLer. (Canadian football leauge...like the NFL, but will bigger balls.) Everyone was in a bad mood at work. I went to the gym. It seemed to be skinny hour at the gym. Enough said about that. On the bus ride home a handycapped man hit on me. He went around and asked everyone on the bus for a pen so he could get my number. I didn't tell him I had 5 in my purse.
In hindsight it was not that bad of a day. But the juice thing really threw me off.
But out of spite I downed that juice like it was the bottle of whisky that I wished I had.
The moral of this story today is that lemons are bad.
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