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Nov. 14th, 2004 08:03 pmThat's an odd feeling, seeing parties and events my friends attended this weekend that I never heard about. I've a bunch of people that call less and tell me they do so intentionally knowing the load I am taking on, but that not being invited thing is weird. Oh well.
I faced the odd issue last night of having nothing to talk about. It's pathetic when you're in a real place talking about LJ experiences. I can't care about the election anymore, school isn't conversation, I don't really want to spend much time mocking others (some time sure, but not much), and no one gives a damn about me and the gym. The music at chairschool was really good, a bizarre mix of many genres of music. It would fill and then empty the floor repeatedly - perfect for me (and probably good bar revenue). I got to dance to Prince - Vlad is a psycho! Even Sarah played a bunch of stuff I liked (thought skunque only played synthpoop). I am goofily happy that my new combat boots have spongy soles instead of hard like my old ones. I was able to dance much more w/o the impact. Am I not gay because I wear combat boots, or really gay because I'm so excited about my boots?
Went to the gym today for like 3.5 hours. I still ran out of steam, so gatorade does not really help energize me. I guess the body only has so much fuel. Still, I ripped my abs, tore up my chest, and did some good shoulder work before I rounded off tri and bi. I feel really good about the work I put in today. I even did that cardio stuff, though since then I've had like 10-20 truffles. I should package and sell my truffle work-out plan. Back to the books...
I faced the odd issue last night of having nothing to talk about. It's pathetic when you're in a real place talking about LJ experiences. I can't care about the election anymore, school isn't conversation, I don't really want to spend much time mocking others (some time sure, but not much), and no one gives a damn about me and the gym. The music at chairschool was really good, a bizarre mix of many genres of music. It would fill and then empty the floor repeatedly - perfect for me (and probably good bar revenue). I got to dance to Prince - Vlad is a psycho! Even Sarah played a bunch of stuff I liked (thought skunque only played synthpoop). I am goofily happy that my new combat boots have spongy soles instead of hard like my old ones. I was able to dance much more w/o the impact. Am I not gay because I wear combat boots, or really gay because I'm so excited about my boots?
Went to the gym today for like 3.5 hours. I still ran out of steam, so gatorade does not really help energize me. I guess the body only has so much fuel. Still, I ripped my abs, tore up my chest, and did some good shoulder work before I rounded off tri and bi. I feel really good about the work I put in today. I even did that cardio stuff, though since then I've had like 10-20 truffles. I should package and sell my truffle work-out plan. Back to the books...
