No Nicole!! Don’t cook the kimchi!!– Monica, on Korean BBQ etiquette
Ok... maybe a little impressed.
So let me tell you about my bday weekend because there was some wicked ninja shit that Sam and M.Pubis launched on my freshly “3 years from 30” ass. 1. Fucking Sam and Monica fucking pulled up in a car together. Then i got a fucking ps3. 2. Got a big iPad. Good times, yes, but it really is amazing how quickly 32 gigs can disappear in a matter of hours. Then red velvet cheesecake....
According to Dr. Phil
The telltale sign that you should watch out for when identifying a man as a potential lying, cheating, scumbag is if the ring finger is longer than the pointer finger. Something about testosterone in the womb blah blah. In other news, I think it’s time for el-ringer-finger to meet that butcher’s table saw at the market.
Not getting very much out of this right now. Gonna have to add more weight to my work out.
Zumba@Bay and Bloor is Way harder
Oh god. The circulation in there is gross.
You’re almost 1! Stop trying to nurse!! FRACK!!!
Last year I didn’t really get to celebrate with my friends because my birthday was in the middle of intercession. This year, however, I got to celebrate with my friends! Though our spirits, wallets, and brains were broken: I definitely, without doubt, felt the love, and continued to feel it right through lunch. Seeing my iPhone light up with every wall post on my facebook - it was amazing. ...
Either that was too easy or my heart is tricking my brain into thinking I did ok on that exam because I might have not. I do not feel any sense of relief. Still..,. I’m FFRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anatomy vs Patrick
Final round!!! FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time to Dinah this once and for all.
I just walked into the women's change ruin
Okay. I’m sorry, but who the frack reads in the locker room? Who the frack reads in the locker room in front of my locker? Assholes read in front of my locker in the locker room/change room.
This lady behind me in the Ed Hardy shirt smells like pee and gingivitis.
Life is my vestibule.
I’m just waiting to meet the outside world.
This burn from working out is exquisite first thing in the morning.
Just three. I can do this. I must. I will.
Whoever named these body parts....
probably wanted a punch on the zygomatic process after I kicked them below the epididymis, the spherical bodies lateral to the penis. Well the sheer power of my sartorii, grastrocnemii will deliver a stimulus no receptor can ever forget.
In need of inspiration.
Some kind of driving force. This week feels… Well…What’s a good word? Insurmountable? Yeah. Just thinking about this week, and it’s colossal impact on my future: I want to just stop and let some strength catch up with me. I want this so badly, but I just don’t have the inner strength to keep at it. Private cry sessions in the washroom are getting tired. I can barely...
my exercise seems to have shrunken my second chin. I had so many plans for it.
My cover of Our Lady Peace’s...
I think I'm addicted to going to the gym.
In other news I no longer have to diagonally fold the little rags they call gym towels here in order to wrap it around my waist. Something’s happening. Now if this accounts for weightloss has yet to be seen. I have a feeling it’s better posture. The pain is making me want to stand straight up and stay that way. So I’m an upright blob of fat instead of a hunched over one.
New iPhone spotted in the wild
Sports front facing camera, larger resolution rear camera with flash, physical camera button, higher resolution, aluminum and plastic body, a space in my pocket…
My 26th year of life would not have been nearly as interesting without my type a, busty, cheesecake fiending, vegetarian yakking, karen loving, grey eyed, “balls”ing, lanugo-barring friends.
The entire north wall of the Building that houses salad king fell over. All the businesses beginning with hmv and northward are shut down. Hope nobody was hurt.
The personal trainer and Monica are conspiring to...
There is quantitative evidence that suggests this.
Zumba 1 - Patrick -3500. maybe I'm overdoing it?
this is my third day at the gym and two of three days I’ve been going twice a day. Tomorrow I’m going to come only once and only do cardio, and maybe a few ab crunches on the machine.
My mind is saying yes
But my body’s saying “oh you mo….fu…. I’m not gonna make it easy for you”
Schedule for tomorrow
0400 hrs - wake up 0500 - 0630 hrs gym 0700 - 1430 hrs clinical placement @ bridgepoint. 1500 hrs eatons centre application handouts 1530 - ? study group
Stuff to do:
Tonight Drug card x3 wash scrubs Cook lunch for tomorrow (mmm Korean food)
Yay Wellesley station.
I just witnessed not one, but two, drug deals. Shady shady.
Shit I don't get but ok...
… The personal trainer just told me a banana and some almonds is basically a meal. … Apparently I’m some kind of woodland creature. … Why it’s called spin class. My imagined version of spin class is much more fun.
I thank the high heavens.
They made Monica a lazy ass and I’m not in spin class being minced by stainless steel discs of death first thing in the morning. Instead I’m picking my nose on a stationary bike having a fat man’s spin class.
Work out question # 1: is "Hot Yoga" or "Spin...
I’m worried I might just throw up and die.
There Is something left to burn! Money AND...
I wonder: is there fat-and-ugly hour at Extreme Fitness? I may want to hide my sweaty, sweaty self in a mass of other fat and ugly people. Dammit. I also have to practice a gym face now because I bet I have a John Mayer guitargasm face when I exercise. And clothes. Feck. I need gym clothes.
Just signed up for extreme fitness.
I felt fat being in the mens change room.
To the old man, in Starbucks, with the iPad...
I’ll admit, I was impressed with the technology, yes. But I was not impressed with you blatantly staring past the iPad. At me. Barf.
I swear to goodness some Kensington hipsters have accidentally wandered into Starbuck’s. It’s ironic right? It works? It’s gay starbucks and there’s plaid and bad fucking hair on otherwise gorgeous faced hipsters? Barf. Bad. Bad hipsters!
Oh god. My love of Anatomy is steadily...
I look at all of my text books and I want to do a ritual burning. Like now. Oh the catharsis that would come from it. Drool.