“I’m that asshole middle class white male in the feminism classes – because all gender courses are just feminist courses – who just says shit to make the feminazis feel smart and important when they get mad at me.”

But at least I am forcing myself to drive so I can get some sort of practice, and that having a trainer actually forces me to go to the gym.

It is so hard to get me to go to the gym on days like this when I have no desire to (and sometimes Detectives Benson and Stabler win me over and I wind up watching Law and Order all night) but when I'm actually there, I feel as if there's nowhere else I'd rather be. I'm tired as fuck and everything is sore and I think I'm going to die, but all I can think to do is to run past everything. They say that dreams are made up of clips and scenes that your eyes saw during the day but didn't process that your brain tries to make sense of during the night. Well, for me, running is when my brain takes all the things I don't want to think about during the day and puts them in order for me as I run. I don't consciously do it, but I know that as soon as I'm walking out of the gym, I know that I feel a thousand times better than from when I walked in. The runner's high is amazing.

Want to know what else is amazing? My ass, from all that running. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Haha. Seriously though, my ass is great. It's always been great, but now that it's tightened from the exercise it looks even better. Ahahahahaha. :D

Ugh. I guess I'm heading to the gym now even though it's dark and gross =x

Edit:
This is totally relevant. I also want to go buy a pair of Nikes, for the sheer awesomness that is this ad campaign. (Click to embiggen)

And it will run me $100 every month. Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiet. I’ve been bumming off the state’s 75% discount every month for the past four years or so and I’ve been clueless as to how much bus passes actually cost now that the state no longer provides the discount. Holy frick. I wish going green (or whatever the new trend is) was cheaper u_u

I’m just going to buy a bike, you guys. Shiiiet.

Most of the links to the blog won’t work :B I can’t tell if it’s because I’m just super impatient to wait for all the domain stuff to settle or because the files required for the links to work never transferred. . .

I originally intended to switch servers and move everything today while at work when I realized, “Wait. How the hell am I going to do that” if I can’t save anything here :B Stupidddd. Well, my time runs out in mid August so I have a little over two weeks to get settled.

It was our intern’s last day of work and she gave me this beautiful necklace as a little gift :) She also left me with a picture that she took at Exposition park and her copy of Pride and Prejudice — a book that she was buried under for the past few weeks. She said that if she read it again she’d have memorized it whereas the only exposure I’ve had to the book (I haven’t even seen the movie) was from watching Wishbone from when I was younger (all of my classic literature knowledge comes from Wishbone). Sigh. I’ll miss her. She was fun to be around and very sweet, to say the least.

Earlier this week I gave her my copy of Norwegian Wood, since it’s one of my most favorite books and she had never read it before. She speaks as elegantly as Murakami’s writing, and I think she’d really like it. Norwegian Wood is usually a book that goes well with most people, but I’m hoping that she could fall in love with it for the similar reasons that I did. However, my dumb culturally-ignorant ass didn’t remember that Norwegian Wood had a lot of explicit sex bits in it. It wasn’t written in a way that was supposed to stir anything in your pants (and honestly, even those scenes were sad). And I have nooooooooooo idea if that’s at all a proper gift to give somebody from a country I know very little about.  I spent the last hour researching about the culture in Karachi, Pakistan, to see if that was an appropriate gift. I also made sure that Murakami was translated in Arabic :B Must be okay, right? But then, maybe it’s just my ignorance on Pakistani culture that makes me wonder if Norwegian Wood and all it’s talk about porn and sex was inappropriate at all. Maybe it totally is, and that it’s just like any other big city. I just don’t want her to go home thinking, “What is thiss?” If anything, I’d rather have her think that I’m just a masochist who thrives on depressing stories (the last two books she caught me reading were Oryx and Crake and Never Let Me Go. It seems that I won’t be satisfied with a book unless everybody dies in it).

By the way, now I actually do want to visit the Karachi :o A huge city near the beach? I am so down for that. M said that I’d drive just fine there since apparently nobody can stay in their lanes (like me!).

It seems that the plans I had for tomorrow fell through . . . so I don’t know what to do. :[ I want to go to the craft fair, but I have nobody to go with. I wish my sister came up for the weekend! Then we could have totally gone together :O She was recently given the “welcome aboard” talk from a new employer today, who says that she can work after-hours. So right now she will be working on both lung cancer and stem-cell research and she is rolling in dough. She bought me a pair of shoes and I don’t even feel bad. :P I don’t know what happened during the breeding process, but somehow all the nerdy driven genes missed me altogether and landed on my kid sister. It went WOOSH right over me and filled her head. I’m very proud of her though :D

Ergh. It’s 3 am and I am rambling.

• Tim, the attorney from across the hall who makes an effort to come up to LW’s side of the floor to say hi to me.
• Marco, the always-pleasant Ontrac delivery guy.
• The architect who always asks if I want a snack from downstairs when he goes on his snack runs.
• The architect from the next suite over that I eyestalk every day because he’s a total hunk. Yes, I stole that word from the 90s. Only way to describe him too. He looks like an IRL Ken doll, so I’ve been calling him Ken/Robert/Richard/Scott since I don’t actually know his name and just oggle at him from the inside of my fishtank. In my head I create little storylines between him and the girl who also works in that suite. She looks like a Heather, or Lauren, or Rachel. She scowls at me.
• The bus driver who drives Dash A who pulls over even though he knows I’m not going on his bus just to ask how I am :D
• My hot gym trainer who gives me high-fives. Today he popped up from behind the wall to talk to me n__________n. I’m pretty sure they hired him just because girls with weaknesses for tall white guys with dark hair will fall all over him, what with his perfect smile and awesome body. What brain in between his ears? We’re not listening. Sure I have a trainer because I want to get fit. Right. The cute trainer is just one very nice perk :D

Right. So in short, attention from random men make me grin from ear to ear :P