It is with great ....disgust that I can no longer say that it has been 6 years since I have been in a fight. I have a wedding to go to on Saturday and this cut on my nose had better heal up by then. Neosporin work your magic!!!!
Do to the lack of results in the job searching, and the "new kid in town" lack of friends I've started getting a little.....anxious. So I've decided to structure my day a little better with things to do to keep me from brooding. Starting this morning I decided to start going to the gym everyday, twice a day. I figure if some pansy 17 year old could do it to look 25, I fucking can. God damn Twilight tennbeat bastards!! I'm also sketching and writing again. Veeeeeery slowly.
Apparently my YMCA has had a major technological facelift while I was away. Every machine now has a tv/laptop/mp3player thing attached to it. You can watch tv. Or attach you iPod to it and control it through the touchscreen. You might pause it to listen to your AI trainer. Then decide to watch a purchesed iTune Movie. Pretty freakin awesome. And there are a few cuties there. I would never dream of approching a girl at the gym. Some places are offlimits. But it's nice to look at if it's not distracting. And it's always nice to think that girl might come over and say, " Hi I'm Veronica, are you new in town?"
Veronica was the hotter one and you know it.
Now, I get to go tomorrow and wear a nice ugly bandaid across my already ugly face, and have everyone at the gym come to the conclusion that I am another immature guy who must get into barfights.
I know I'm not the best looking guy in the world. But I came to terms with it and considermyself a damn fine catch because of how much I make up for it despite my mug. But nobody needs to see this shit and I frankly could do without looking like a Sin City Hero.
Is it wierd that I didnt get mad at all until I remembered the wedding? Are my priorities out of wack? Is it normal to be completly calm when its you versus a hive of collegers but get angry at the idea of explaining the cut to your mother? Or am I just really self conscious and vain? I need a reality check. Opinions welcome. I'd like some perspective.
Oh and I'll write the play by play tomorrow, not to boast but to vent and write nd blog and elabotate. I will be playing the part of Gulliver and apparently half the Brown choir club will be playing the "Lillyputians"? I havent red it in ages,
Soberly telling you guys I love you and good night. This burlyman needs sleep and possibly a hug, settle for bed and a pillow.
Fuck that, this 200lb 28 year old rocker needs a teddy bear. gimme
Do to the lack of results in the job searching, and the "new kid in town" lack of friends I've started getting a little.....anxious. So I've decided to structure my day a little better with things to do to keep me from brooding. Starting this morning I decided to start going to the gym everyday, twice a day. I figure if some pansy 17 year old could do it to look 25, I fucking can. God damn Twilight tennbeat bastards!! I'm also sketching and writing again. Veeeeeery slowly.
Apparently my YMCA has had a major technological facelift while I was away. Every machine now has a tv/laptop/mp3player thing attached to it. You can watch tv. Or attach you iPod to it and control it through the touchscreen. You might pause it to listen to your AI trainer. Then decide to watch a purchesed iTune Movie. Pretty freakin awesome. And there are a few cuties there. I would never dream of approching a girl at the gym. Some places are offlimits. But it's nice to look at if it's not distracting. And it's always nice to think that girl might come over and say, " Hi I'm Veronica, are you new in town?"
Veronica was the hotter one and you know it.
Now, I get to go tomorrow and wear a nice ugly bandaid across my already ugly face, and have everyone at the gym come to the conclusion that I am another immature guy who must get into barfights.
I know I'm not the best looking guy in the world. But I came to terms with it and considermyself a damn fine catch because of how much I make up for it despite my mug. But nobody needs to see this shit and I frankly could do without looking like a Sin City Hero.
Is it wierd that I didnt get mad at all until I remembered the wedding? Are my priorities out of wack? Is it normal to be completly calm when its you versus a hive of collegers but get angry at the idea of explaining the cut to your mother? Or am I just really self conscious and vain? I need a reality check. Opinions welcome. I'd like some perspective.
Oh and I'll write the play by play tomorrow, not to boast but to vent and write nd blog and elabotate. I will be playing the part of Gulliver and apparently half the Brown choir club will be playing the "Lillyputians"? I havent red it in ages,
Soberly telling you guys I love you and good night. This burlyman needs sleep and possibly a hug, settle for bed and a pillow.
Fuck that, this 200lb 28 year old rocker needs a teddy bear. gimme