I tried swimming laps in college in the very early morning and that ended real fast. First, I don't care if the water is "heated" or whatever nonsense they claim. It shocked the fuck out of my body and made me want to kill things, plus I am terribly grouchy in the morning anyway. Argh. Now I miss the brand spankin new rec center at my alma mater. It was fucking insane and had every imaginable exercise opportunity there. Weights, just a ridiculous amount and variety of machines (even sectioned off for various uses), double basketball court, indoor soccer, indoor swimming, sauna, outdoor swimming with whirlpool thingy and a separate hot tub, racketball, table tennis, indoor track, rock climbing wall...ahhh. When el husband ends up going there when we move back home I am totally forking over $10/month to get access. 10 is a steal for all that.
Years ago I taught an 8 am water aerobics class to old people. While the water was supposed to be 84 degrees, there's no way it felt remotely that warm. To make it worse, those old ladies were the most miserable bunch of people I've ever met. I thought it was going to be good at first since when I started they told me to just do a good workout, don't treat them like they were old. So I did. Oh, but that exercise hurt Helen's hip and Sue couldn't raise her arm that way, etc. And never, ever, under any circumstance, was I supposed to do any exercise that would get their hair wet. And they never shut up. They actually have national conferences on how to get old people to stop talking during these classes. Then to add insult to injury I had to shower with them afterwards. Worst job ever. Isn't that the point?
I guess it is. I can't imagine having a penis and wanting to put it in that device. Do you wear it all the time? Like, to bed? Do you wear it to work?
I'm annoyed. This dog won't shut the fuck up. Last night and tonight, all it's done is bark incessantly. I feel like I agreed to come here under false pretenses: I didn't know there was a dog, I just knew about a cat. I didn't know that a boyfriend lived here (who doesn't have a job and isn't going to school so...he's here literally every second I am). She said it was just her in a 2-bedroom apt. I was told there was cable and wireless internet. There's no cable, the DVD player doesn't work, and the internet is some kind of ClearConnect super-slow kind (my bf said it's the same bandwidth or whatever as my iPhone...I'm trying to download 15-page journal articles on a cell phone). I can't even use Netflix because it fucking freezes all the time trying to load. Coming here was a mistake in every way. On the bright side: at least they aren't serial killers. And, I get to check off a box for school. Kind of expected more, but them's the brakes. And shit.
So, there's this. Spoiler Or should this go in the rimjob thread? EDIT: I spoilered that because it really is kind of disturbing.
At an event called Roman Candle War 6, we take sides on the battlefield, and fire Roman candles at each other. I assume the last team not burnt, or blind wins. I'll check in later, with pics too.
The problem is that as men, you eventually have to up the ante. I say all players go into a pitch dark field, each equipped with a kicking tee and steel-toed boots. When the referee unleashes a high-pitch Gaelic cry, the competitors assault the other team by blindly kicking logs of firewood at them.
Apparently 2Pac is still alive and looking for a car ( I just received another e-mail reply to my Craigslist ad): I never knew my car was so baller.
I am watching the Trailer Park Boys movie tonight and drinking a bottle of beer I've been saving. I got the afternoon off and went shooting and it was awesome. Life is good.
Last night we watched the downtown fireworks from a bridge in my neighborhood and had good views of two groups of people firing them off nearby.
So, for the second time in 2 years I've had a friend get into a near fatal car accident because some dumb broad swerved to avoid hitting a dog. He was forced through the guard rail and off of a god damn bridge so this animal could live and now he's in a coma and they had to amputate a leg, thank the powers that be the river he flew into was shallow and that he survived and is finally in stable condition. If you see an animal in the road and feel compelled to try and take a human life to save it, take your own, you'll be doing everyone a favor.