Thursday, February 25, 2010

i am sitting in french class.

i am not learning french.

instead, i am browsing the internet and updating this with useless crap.

i met a guido last night. i called him arms. his biceps looked like an orange got stuck under his skin. it was gross but strangely intriguing.

shamu also killed someone last night. again. three strikes and the whale is out.


Monday, February 15, 2010

i do not exercise.

i prefer cuddly beds and ice cream and loafing around to sweating and smelling like body odor and ripped muscles.

however, i do not like the lethargic feeling that i get from no energy or what i feel is the chubby belly that greets me in the morning. note- i do not think i am overly fat but i have heft on me. if you have seen me, you can at least give me that much.

i want to change while i'm still young enough that i can establish better health habits in my life that will last me. that is why, starting tomorrow, i am going on a diet and exercise regime.

feel free to laugh at this point. i laughed at myself for considering this for like twenty minutes.

starting tomorrow, i embark on the p90x workout. i can already guarantee that there will be days of it not being done, due to work obligations and concerts and such but i am going to stick to the schedule as much as i can. i also am making modifications to my diet, some more slowly than others. no more pop at all. more fruits and vegetables. smaller portions. and the kicker for me is that i'm going to start phasing out some meat from my diet. this is the change that will probably take me the longest and maybe not even fully until i move out of my house but eventually i'd like to get down to maybe just chicken and fish.

tomorrow, i will be posting about the first workout and how i'm doing on the whole 'diet' thing. this is going to be an interesting 90 days.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

unf unf unf, wade macneiil. you are a sessy beast of a man.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

i was gonna recap the trip to naples but i got bummed out about my evening and instead am going to take a nice hot bath and forget my woes.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

the saga of donating plasma

so yesterday... i decided to do my part to save a few lives (and get a couple extra bucks in cash >.>) by going to donate plasma.


i got to the place around 2:30 and there was a bunch of nasty, skeezy people up in that bitch. i figured i could stick it out and that i'd be cool. it took them three hours to process all my info, weigh my fat ass and get my a physical from the doctor. mind you, i wasn't allowed water because they had to take my temperature. BAD IDEA THERE, TOO, PEOPLE.

so i went in, they stuck this huge ass needle in my arm that made it itch like a mofo and started sucking out my blood. kind of cool to watch but this creepy dude kept staring at my tatters, which was definitely not approvable. after four cycles of them spinning my blood around all willy-nilly like and sucking my plasma out, which BTWZ looks just like bacon grease which is totally ick nast city, they told me that i was good to go. i stood up and was cool. no problems? so i thought.

i got up to go get my monies and i started feeling odd. i went into the bathroom and peed and my head felt really heavy and i was stumbling around. i got out and satd down in a chair and i PASSED THE FUCK OUT. i remember coming to and having the nurse snapping her fingers in my face and feeling like shit. they dragged me to the nurse's room and they checked my vitals for a half hour. i laid down and felt all peachy but when i sat up, i got wicked gross feeling.

i ended up having to get an extra bag of saline and the dude couldn't get the needle in. they got blood all over my leggings. my parents had to come pick me up. they made fun of me the rest of the night. in retrospect, it is hilarious. at the time, it was embarrassing.

and that is the story of my donating plasma. and it is never going to happen again.