I shall be lethargic no more

Wow. I spent 45 minutes at the gym today and I feel great; I’m a little bit tired, but my leg muscles aren’t hurting at all. Of course I’ll probably change my mind about that when I wake up tomorrow morning to a pair of stiff, sore thighs. But I seriously love working out, and it’s not because of the guys (which I hardly paid any attention to). There’s just something about riding a bike or climbing stairs to nowhere that feels so therapeutic and even a little relaxing. Working out takes my mind off things. It’s just me, the machine, the body parts I have to tone, and the extra calories I have to get rid of. I’m thinking of going back tomorrow if I have time and if I can walk in spite of the pain. But if not, then I’ll go on Friday after class.

I wonder if the mall’s going to have one of those midnight madness sales this weekend. I want more workout clothes.

I love how there are so many free cuts and no school days this week. No classes tomorrow, thanks to the wonderful feast day of St. Ignatius. Plus, my first class on Friday will be at 10:30 instead of 7 in the morning! Happy happy, joy joy!

Well I’m going to crash now. ‘Later.

Vanity for vanity’s sake

I am one of the most lethargic people I know. I am so lazy, I can’t even bring myself to stand up during Math class when my classmates’ heads are blocking my view (it’s not my fault I got stuck in the very back). But in spite of this, I walked all the way to the gym instead of taking a trike after my last class today, which is Math. I’m not sure why I did this. I suppose it was partly because I failed the first long exam by three fucking points, and I needed to take a long, meditative walk and reflect on the purpose of my life. What I thought about was how I’d rather go gallavanting around the City of Angels with my boy instead of doing college algebra over the summer. I hate this! Stupid math. And Ateneo is supposed to be a liberal arts school. Hmph.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally made it to the gym. When I stepped inside I immediately understood why Jason was trying to talk me out of going to a gym to work out earlier today. He kept telling me that he loves me the way I am and that I don’t need to slim down in order to impress him. But apparently, the real reason behind this is that he didn’t want me to stare/be stared at by so many guys. The gym was reeking of XY chromosomes and testosterone! I was completely surrounded by guys huffing and puffing away on exercise machines with names I don’t even know. It felt a little weird to be the only female in the reception area. Maybe the girls go to the gym at a certain time or something? I’m not sure.

I don’t know why I got this impression, but a lot of the guys looked like jerks to me. Macho he-man wannabes or something like that. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to be around them three times a week but whatever. I intend to obtain the sexiest thighs in the world even if I have to work out next to the most obnoxious bigot in the universe everyday.

I start my gym escapades after Lab tomorrow and hopefully my body won’t hurt so much the morning after. Afterwards, I told Jason that I signed up and paid for my membership already and do you know what he said? “Make sure that you don’t accept drinks or rides from anyone, especially if they’re from guys.” Um, okay. Let me point out that I will be going to a gym, not some sleazy, smoke-filled bar. I know better than to accept drinks fom people I don’t know. Besides, no guy is going to try and pick me up when I am all sweaty, stinky, and achy from going through all that exercise. And I’m certainly not about to start flirting with anyone either. I was touched by the concern just the same, though. I love you, baby!

Let me be your groupie

Guess what. My soundcard stopped being such a retard, and after two months of not listening to my mp3s at all, it finally works! =D It feels so wonderful to just chill out and listen to songs I haven’t heard for what seems like years. I can’t celebrate just yet though, because I have to go back to my dorm tomorrow where listening to my roommates’ music is kind of mandatory since I don’t have other CDs I want to listen to. Grrr. I am in dire need for an mp3 player.

I should be working on my movie review for alt+G, but I got sidetracked. I don’t know why, but for some reason I have this weird thing for Aussie guys with guitars. Continue reading »