I was awoken early by virtue of being female. Cramps are a far worse way to be awoken than a simple beeping alarm clock.
f00dave was just about to leave for campus when he heard me begging for Advil. I'm currently drugged and cramp-free.
I made it through the killer abs workout today swearing only once. I think I'm on the cusp of having a bullet-proof belly.
My sister came by today after her trip to the salon. Her new haircut looks great! It's cut all in layers, and it makes her look younger and lighter. While she chatted with me, I worked on a few potential dance move combinations. I've decided against the maya with a twist shimmy. Although it takes lots of isolation skills, it just doesn't look very good. I did a few slow-mo reverse undulations, and it made my sister squeal, "There's an alien in your belly!" So I waggled my ribs at her and she called me a freak.
I can easily isolate my glutes, abs, intercostals, pecs, calves, quads, and hamstrings. Heck, I can even move my scalp with ease. Some muscles, like my glutes, I can move with superb control (ie. in time with music or talking, simultaneously, or any one side at a time). So why can't I so much as twitch my biceps without making the stereotypical muscleman arm pose? I don't get it. It's not like I haven't tried. During my interminable hours as a figure model (the best time to practice moving individual muscles very slowly), I concentrated on making those muscles move, and it never happened without help from my wrist. That just ain't right.
I was offered a ride to work today, but I turned it down. A free ride means a walk home, and I'd much rather bike back. I have the streets pretty much to myself, and there's nothing quite like zooming down a long, steep hill with the only sounds being the wind whistling by my ears and the steady thrum of rubber on asphalt. I'm still and in constant movement, all at the same time, and the feeling is exhilerating (and accelerating). Although I don't mind walking, I love cycling.
Recently, one of my co-workers said she worried about me biking home at nights. Honestly, I believe I have a greater chance of being hit during daylight by simple merit of there being far more drivers and far less room on the road. My greatest enemy are cars coming from sideroads and driveways. I find they rarely pay sufficient attention, and when I see cars off to the side, I'm filled with paranoia. I have been hit before, after all, due to someone else's negligence.
Anyhow, I expect I'll have a fair amount of downtime tonight. Chat with me, if you're so inclined.
I made it through the killer abs workout today swearing only once. I think I'm on the cusp of having a bullet-proof belly.
My sister came by today after her trip to the salon. Her new haircut looks great! It's cut all in layers, and it makes her look younger and lighter. While she chatted with me, I worked on a few potential dance move combinations. I've decided against the maya with a twist shimmy. Although it takes lots of isolation skills, it just doesn't look very good. I did a few slow-mo reverse undulations, and it made my sister squeal, "There's an alien in your belly!" So I waggled my ribs at her and she called me a freak.
I can easily isolate my glutes, abs, intercostals, pecs, calves, quads, and hamstrings. Heck, I can even move my scalp with ease. Some muscles, like my glutes, I can move with superb control (ie. in time with music or talking, simultaneously, or any one side at a time). So why can't I so much as twitch my biceps without making the stereotypical muscleman arm pose? I don't get it. It's not like I haven't tried. During my interminable hours as a figure model (the best time to practice moving individual muscles very slowly), I concentrated on making those muscles move, and it never happened without help from my wrist. That just ain't right.
I was offered a ride to work today, but I turned it down. A free ride means a walk home, and I'd much rather bike back. I have the streets pretty much to myself, and there's nothing quite like zooming down a long, steep hill with the only sounds being the wind whistling by my ears and the steady thrum of rubber on asphalt. I'm still and in constant movement, all at the same time, and the feeling is exhilerating (and accelerating). Although I don't mind walking, I love cycling.
Recently, one of my co-workers said she worried about me biking home at nights. Honestly, I believe I have a greater chance of being hit during daylight by simple merit of there being far more drivers and far less room on the road. My greatest enemy are cars coming from sideroads and driveways. I find they rarely pay sufficient attention, and when I see cars off to the side, I'm filled with paranoia. I have been hit before, after all, due to someone else's negligence.
Anyhow, I expect I'll have a fair amount of downtime tonight. Chat with me, if you're so inclined.
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Date: 2005-04-23 02:45 pm (UTC)From:LOL! It is the way the hormones and pheromones work for the dot.com generation ;-))
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Date: 2005-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)From:I am low on sleep and coherence though, so if that doesn't ake any sense, please forgive -_-
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