| Current mood: |  sore |
| Current music: | White Light/White Heat - The Velvet Underground |
Ah yes, the burn.
I joined the gym yesterday because I don't want to go to Europe looking like a fat American.
I don't really know if I even look American. In fact I'm always swatting that possibility away when people insinuate that I am. It's kind of like telling the meathead jock in high school that he's gay.
I'm not gay, fag! Get the hell away from me!!
And then he pounds you.
Yeah, it's kind of like that.
Except I don't pound people. I still rock the evil eye.
But yes, the burn. I feel it. Oh do I. I was at the gym for two hours yesterday and I'd like to think I'll be going back again someday. I was on the tredmil for about 20 minutes, at a pace of 3.8 [mph I'm assuming], practicing my strut. Later, when the girl on the machine next to me left, I decided to run for a while. By a while, I mean I spent a solid 4:37 jogging at 5.1. I stepped off the machine to go get the bottle of cinnamon scented disinfectant and a papertowel and I felt like I was floating. What's weird is that I felt like everyone else felt like I was floating. Wooo dreamy. Reminded me of how good ol' whatshisname, the main character in Survivor (booknotmovie) felt after doing 100 flights of stairs on the stair master. That crazy Creedish.
I miss yoga.
So I've gone a little more hippie than I'd expected. I was reading something online about how tampon companies spend a good amount of their money on NOT funding research that determines the risks associated with shoving a piece of bleached, chemically treated cotton into your girly parts for a week out of the month.
Then the good old internet told me that since the invention of the tampon, the number of cervical cancer incidents in young women has gone BOOM! sky high.
Yaayyy!
So I'm going with organic cotton, to go with my organic hair products, organic soaps that I make, organic vegetable, fruits, and bread. Hooray, organic means having to pay about $5-$20 more than everyone else for similar products, only the product you're using is certified not to casue mutations in your mitosis and give you cancer.
I hate that wanting to just not get cancer makes me look like a fanatic.
Damn you, masses!!
Speaking of hippie trends, I bought some ground henna leaves the other day. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was like "Hey! I'm half Indian!" [shut up, it's true] and decided to try it.
In other news, I really must change this colour scheme. It's a bit too..... Queer Eye for the Straight Guy wall. I'm not really digging the mustard-stained/limabean/babypoo look I've got going here.
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.....wow. I just went on an internet tangent. This happens when my train of thought gets interrupted and I end up looking something up in another window, and then another, and another.
I ended my journey at rumandmonkey.com
Godspeed.
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