Five months.
It's been about five months since I've posted. I'll try to catch up with what I've missed.
School:
School's going really well so far. Took those three classes during the Spring semester, got a 4.0. That was pretty neat. The day of Finals was kind of funny. They schedule like 2 hours for each final, and mine were back to back to back. Each final took me around thirty to forty-five minutes to do, giving me between forty-five minutes and an hour to kill between each final, in addition to the half hour break they already build in to the schedule. The obvious answer would be to use that time to review the material and/or study for the next final; the only problem with that, of course, is that I don't like to count on such intangible, unsure variables like that, so I was completely ready for each final. I went to a dining hall and grabbed some breakfast during one break, and I don't recall what I did during the other final. After the last one, I had to walk to work where Mom was picking me up to give me a ride home.
Something had gone crazy wrong with my truck. Ended up dropping quite a bit on new tires, then I had to have the engine remounted and stuff (they did it wrong during the original installation). That was fun. I ended up only taking three hours during summer school, one class during Summer I. Phil 1305, Introduction to Philosophy and Critical Thinking. The class was okay, I guess. Every morning at 8 am, for two hours, Monday through Friday. I ended up late to work quite a few days because of it, which was fun. I pulled a strong A in that class as well, which was really good, 'cause it was a Writing Intensive class, and I hate writing. It seemed like the more outlandish I made my conclusion, the better my grade on the test was. I don't know if it just did a better job of making my point, or my writing just got stronger as the semester went on, or the professor just appreciated someone who could effectively communicate the material and their understanding thereof, while still making their conclusion fun to read. I hope it was the latter, but I'm not counting on it. Whatever.
So I didn't take any classes during Summer II, 'cause of the money I had to drop on my truck. I'm registered for 13 hours, 4 classes and 1 lab, for the Fall. Chem II, Chem II Lab, Prob & Stat, Data Structures, and Intro to Fine Arts. I even got some financial aid for this and the Spring semesters. It's pretty awesome. Class starts in about two weeks. I've got most of my textbooks, bought two textbooks online - ebay and amazon are pretty neat, around half price of what the bookstore wanted, *and* I could flip them back for most of the price. I still have to pick up my Chem book/lab manual at the bookstore; the professor wrote both of them. So that's fun. Got my classes blocked Monday/Wednesday, which works out well. I start at 9:30 both mornings; Monday, I go to 6-something, on Wednesday, I'm out around 3-something. Long days, but I'll be taking both days off work so I don't have to go in that night. I might take the occasional Tuesday night off as well, to give me some time to get some real sleep. Of course, that's all depending on the work situation, which will have to get better before I'm able to do so, but we'll get to that later.
And I'm officially a senior.
So I don't feel like going into work just yet, so I guess I'll go with personal stuff next. I finally started a good diet that I'm comfortable with, and I feel confident that I can stick with it, for the most part. Coupling that with the amounts of exercise I have lined up, I hope, I really hope, that I can finally lose some weight.
Socially, it's just as much of an abyss as always. Didn't talk to anyone in any of my classes over the fall semester, or the one I had in the summer. I ended up sitting behind this semi-cute girl over the summer, didn't really get her name or anything. She was a hippie (Wait. Her parents were hippies. I'm not sure?) from Austin. Anyway.
So still friends with Matt, we work out and/or play racquetball in the mornings when our schedules work out. Haven't talked to Cullen recently, though I hope to remedy that soon. Rose is moving out of her parents place, which is cool, getting a little one bedroom; I'm helping her move (no big surprise there). Haven't made any new friends (except at work, but that gets covered in the work section) lately. Maybe that'll change in the Fall. I doubt it, but whatever.
Work's been interesting. Our new GM is working out really well, he's a really cool guy. We're getting pasta and sandwiches in the next few weeks (Sh! Nobody's allowed to know that!), which means we have to regear a lot of things, and find room for a bunch of new products, and retrain everyone on new stuff. It's going to be somewhat more labor-intensive, which kind of sucks. The only good part is that we're getting some good stuff, like sliced provolone, genoa salami, and chicken. Of course, they don't really fit in with my diet, so I'll only taste them sparingly, but it'll probably positively impact sales.
Bill no longer works there; he left to go to Colorado or something, leaving me as the only MiT right now. Jen Fee almost came back, but she went to Kyle instead. I've mentioned to Ambra that she should come back and be an MiT for us; new gm, new dm, there's a good chance they'll let her. They should - she's well trained, she's smart, they let her GM a store for over six months. Oh, and we're NOT DATING, nor WERE WE EVER. They're cracking down ever harder on employee dating, transferred a GM to a completely different district because she was dating another GM. Whatever. We did hire this awesome insider named Becky, but she only worked here for the summer. That made me sad, especially when she left like two weeks ago. Thanks to that, we're still working on improving our inside staff. We need another shift runner or MiT, probably another insider or two. We did hire Janelle as a driver, that's pretty neat. She might be moving back here for her last semester and/or year of school, which would be interesting. Her and Mom don't get along as well as her and I do, so she's a little worried that it might not work out, that they're going to clash too hard much for her to live here. I keep telling her that it was hard for me at first, but that it got a lot better, especially once school started.
Anyway.
So that's what's going on with that.
Vanessa Carlton -- Nolita Fairytale
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2008-02-20
'Cause I found some kind of fairy tale
Life's pretty good right now.
Work's been interesting. Q, our new GM, has finally moved down to San Marcos and is going to be opening five days a week, moving Bill back to sharing the closing shifts with me. As it should be, and all that. I'm getting my near-50 hours a week, so my paychecks are pretty decent right now - not nearly the ones from Sonic when I was getting 70+, but nothing to sneeze at either. I did take off three days this week - Tuesday through Thursday, so I can rest and do stuff and generally enjoy life. Good times.
I was off on Valentine's Day, and I was going to take Mom out for dinner, since her and Billy had just broken up. I stopped by work to turn in my new insurance; they were somewhere between forty and fifty pies down. That was... well, crazy. Trey and Michelle were there, but I couldn't see how they managed to get that far down. I love Bill to death, but I wonder sometimes. Anyway. I was in my pajama pants, a t-shirt, and wearing sandals (yes, I was wearing pajama pants at seven pm. I had gone to sleep after class, having closed the night before and staying up for my eight o'clock class), but I threw on an apron, a hat, washed my hands and arms thoroughly, and jumped in. Two hours later, things were finally calming down. I hate nights like that - not because I mind having to work really hard, or that I was annoyed having to help out on my day off or anything, but because we gave a lot of people terrible service. I've taken to referring to it as the 'Valentine's Day Massacre', which I think sounds neat. I'm trying to remember if there was actually a V-Day massacre, or I'm thinking of another day. Either way. Bill and Q both thought it would be slow on V-Day, but Stan seemed to think we should have anticipated the high volume better.
They decided to do a 3.99 medium 1-topping carryout special, open to close, all this week, ending Thursday night at close. Interesting choice. It did boost sales above last year (the stated goal behind this) for a lot of stores - not ours, of course. Despite doing 2066, we were still down almost six hundred dollars from last year. Of course, we're down over twelve thousand for the period - second on an absolute level (one store is down seventeen!), and not doing *that* bad on a percentage level.
Other than that, work's been pretty much the same lately. Been on a huge Vanessa Carlton kick lately. Not sure why, but I keep queuing up her stuff to listen to. I mean, I like some contemporary singer-songwriters, at least the commercially successfully ones that I don't have to dig too deep to find - Vanessa Carlton, Michelle Branch, Jewel, being the three that come readily to mind. But Vanessa's stuff especially has really been resonating with me lately. In fact, I might (a) change my profile song to reflect that and (b) my ringtone. It's been 'Boyfriend' by Ashlee Simpson basically since I started importing mp3s, and it might be time for a change. We'll see.
I bought the drums for Rock Band. Holy crap, that's fun. I mean, crazy fun. Michelle, of course, made the snarky comment about learning to play a real instrument, instead of pretending to play a fake one, but whatever. I can learn this one in five minutes, don't have to buy an expensive drum set, and can play it along with my friends playing their fake instruments. Besides, I did play trombone for seven years, so it's not like I'm musically illiterate or something. Anyway, lots of fun. I'm working out how to get Matt and Cullen and Ambra and Rose all together for some group fun. As for the drums, I'm still having coordination issues, especially with the kick drum, but I'm quickly getting better.
School's going well. Took my second chemistry test this morning, have my first discrete test on Thursday. Good times. Still haven't talked to anybody in any of my classes or anything, still working on that one.
I talked to Rebecca last night at Wal-Mart, that was cool. She asked me if I was avoiding her on Thursday (V-Day) or something, I told her that no, I was just anxious to get home and play drums, and that Rose wasn't feeling well, so we didn't want to dilly-dally (didn't manage to work that in there, or anything). She was all, "Oh, 'cause I wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's Day." That was awesome. We talked about stuff. I told her what I ended up doing on Valentine's Day, learned that the guy she's dating right now is only her second boyfriend. And, of course, today. Josh and I played our usual two hours of racquetball, I took the set 4-2 (putting our total record at something like 12-3 or thereabouts). Anyway. After dropping him off at the store, I went to the bank to deposit my paycheck. The first three or four lanes had a car at the kiosk, but the next one was both open and empty, so I pulled in there and started filling out my deposit slip. I glanced over at the car next to me, and lo and behold, she was sitting in the passenger set. Holy crap! She was earing like a pink shirt. It was the first time I'd seen her outside of her current place of employment. She definitely saw me too, but she didn't really openly acknowledge me or anything, leading me to draw one of a few conclusions. (A) She could have been with her boyfriend, and didn't really feel like explaining who I was ("Him? Oh, he's this guy that's had a crush on me for like two years; he comes by Wal-Mart a lot just 'cause I work there and we've started talking a little bit more each time. Basically, just some guy.") (B) Boyfriend might be a little possessive? (C) Regardless of who she was wiht, she just really didn't want to deal with me outside of work at all, perhaps fearing I'm now following her around or something (like I know what other kind of vehicle she might be riding around in? That would be scary.)
But I had this huge grin on my face as I sat there filling out my stuff, with her right there. I didn't really turn back or anything, because I was following her lead, regardless of the reason. They left fairly soon, but it was awesome.
Anyway.
Vanessa Carlton -- Nolita Fairytale
Work's been interesting. Q, our new GM, has finally moved down to San Marcos and is going to be opening five days a week, moving Bill back to sharing the closing shifts with me. As it should be, and all that. I'm getting my near-50 hours a week, so my paychecks are pretty decent right now - not nearly the ones from Sonic when I was getting 70+, but nothing to sneeze at either. I did take off three days this week - Tuesday through Thursday, so I can rest and do stuff and generally enjoy life. Good times.
I was off on Valentine's Day, and I was going to take Mom out for dinner, since her and Billy had just broken up. I stopped by work to turn in my new insurance; they were somewhere between forty and fifty pies down. That was... well, crazy. Trey and Michelle were there, but I couldn't see how they managed to get that far down. I love Bill to death, but I wonder sometimes. Anyway. I was in my pajama pants, a t-shirt, and wearing sandals (yes, I was wearing pajama pants at seven pm. I had gone to sleep after class, having closed the night before and staying up for my eight o'clock class), but I threw on an apron, a hat, washed my hands and arms thoroughly, and jumped in. Two hours later, things were finally calming down. I hate nights like that - not because I mind having to work really hard, or that I was annoyed having to help out on my day off or anything, but because we gave a lot of people terrible service. I've taken to referring to it as the 'Valentine's Day Massacre', which I think sounds neat. I'm trying to remember if there was actually a V-Day massacre, or I'm thinking of another day. Either way. Bill and Q both thought it would be slow on V-Day, but Stan seemed to think we should have anticipated the high volume better.
They decided to do a 3.99 medium 1-topping carryout special, open to close, all this week, ending Thursday night at close. Interesting choice. It did boost sales above last year (the stated goal behind this) for a lot of stores - not ours, of course. Despite doing 2066, we were still down almost six hundred dollars from last year. Of course, we're down over twelve thousand for the period - second on an absolute level (one store is down seventeen!), and not doing *that* bad on a percentage level.
Other than that, work's been pretty much the same lately. Been on a huge Vanessa Carlton kick lately. Not sure why, but I keep queuing up her stuff to listen to. I mean, I like some contemporary singer-songwriters, at least the commercially successfully ones that I don't have to dig too deep to find - Vanessa Carlton, Michelle Branch, Jewel, being the three that come readily to mind. But Vanessa's stuff especially has really been resonating with me lately. In fact, I might (a) change my profile song to reflect that and (b) my ringtone. It's been 'Boyfriend' by Ashlee Simpson basically since I started importing mp3s, and it might be time for a change. We'll see.
I bought the drums for Rock Band. Holy crap, that's fun. I mean, crazy fun. Michelle, of course, made the snarky comment about learning to play a real instrument, instead of pretending to play a fake one, but whatever. I can learn this one in five minutes, don't have to buy an expensive drum set, and can play it along with my friends playing their fake instruments. Besides, I did play trombone for seven years, so it's not like I'm musically illiterate or something. Anyway, lots of fun. I'm working out how to get Matt and Cullen and Ambra and Rose all together for some group fun. As for the drums, I'm still having coordination issues, especially with the kick drum, but I'm quickly getting better.
School's going well. Took my second chemistry test this morning, have my first discrete test on Thursday. Good times. Still haven't talked to anybody in any of my classes or anything, still working on that one.
I talked to Rebecca last night at Wal-Mart, that was cool. She asked me if I was avoiding her on Thursday (V-Day) or something, I told her that no, I was just anxious to get home and play drums, and that Rose wasn't feeling well, so we didn't want to dilly-dally (didn't manage to work that in there, or anything). She was all, "Oh, 'cause I wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's Day." That was awesome. We talked about stuff. I told her what I ended up doing on Valentine's Day, learned that the guy she's dating right now is only her second boyfriend. And, of course, today. Josh and I played our usual two hours of racquetball, I took the set 4-2 (putting our total record at something like 12-3 or thereabouts). Anyway. After dropping him off at the store, I went to the bank to deposit my paycheck. The first three or four lanes had a car at the kiosk, but the next one was both open and empty, so I pulled in there and started filling out my deposit slip. I glanced over at the car next to me, and lo and behold, she was sitting in the passenger set. Holy crap! She was earing like a pink shirt. It was the first time I'd seen her outside of her current place of employment. She definitely saw me too, but she didn't really openly acknowledge me or anything, leading me to draw one of a few conclusions. (A) She could have been with her boyfriend, and didn't really feel like explaining who I was ("Him? Oh, he's this guy that's had a crush on me for like two years; he comes by Wal-Mart a lot just 'cause I work there and we've started talking a little bit more each time. Basically, just some guy.") (B) Boyfriend might be a little possessive? (C) Regardless of who she was wiht, she just really didn't want to deal with me outside of work at all, perhaps fearing I'm now following her around or something (like I know what other kind of vehicle she might be riding around in? That would be scary.)
But I had this huge grin on my face as I sat there filling out my stuff, with her right there. I didn't really turn back or anything, because I was following her lead, regardless of the reason. They left fairly soon, but it was awesome.
Anyway.
Vanessa Carlton -- Nolita Fairytale
2007-02-21
Gonna make you, make you, make you, make you notice
Questing on Brooms still healing spec'ed, which, while slow, boring, and annoying, is good for blogging due to the constant water breaks.
So, Irving.
David and I drove up there in Mom's car, with all our gear stashed away in the trunk and back seat. I was driving first, and because I was really tired and knew I would fall asleep if I wasn't driving, planned on driving the whole way there. We ended up trading off in Waco, and I promptly fell asleep soon thereafter, awakening much later, once we entered Dallas. It was dark and rainy, so we had fun getting there. Traffic was pretty heavy, but not quite stop-and-go. We ended up taking a wrong turn - well, not really - the highway split, and we weren't ready for it, and ended up on the wrong side. Took about an extra hour or so to get there, but we finally did. Andy met us in the parking lot. He looks like a little kid. Kinda like a slightly older version of the Man Show Boy. Kyle's big and red-haired; Will has the porn star mustache, Ricky wears the trench coat. We had just about every nerd stereotype represented between the group of us. My throat was hurting slightly after I woke up, which would blossom into a weird throat thing over the coarse of the weekend - my voice ended up being an octave or two higher than normal, would crack occasionally, and had a lot of trouble getting it loud. It lasted after I got back, and I ended up calling into work that Tuesday as well. Overall, the weekend was a lot of fun. I speced full prot, which wasn't as bad as I thought. Even soloed as it for a bit - spam Devastate, not so bad. We were all on different schedules, so the mass instances didn't happen quite as well as we had anticipated; though, by the end of the third day, we were all more or less in sync, and were ripping stuff apart.
Overall, I love BC. I hate the new LFG system, and would much rather have the old system back. Some people say it's great, once you learn how to use it and don't mind putting in a little extra work; those people are idiots. I have 3 high level characters, a mid-high level characters, two mid-low level characters, and two very low-level characters. I can't look for groups for all of them at the same time, since the list you can access is based of your current character's level. That, and because it's now active on your part, you can't watch groups forming and jump in. And you can't really see a group forming and think "Hey, I'd like to do that!". You have to actively mark yourself as looking for a group. Also, it's now apparently okay to just invite someone with that instance marked. I mean, it kind of makes sense, but that's a major pet peeve for me, and I don't like it. Oh, and people who say "Just /join lookingforgroup" are also idiots. Since a tiny portion of the server is now going to be in the channel, it's worthless.
Been playing racquetball with Matt for a while now; finally beat him a little while ago. The game was like 15-8. I jumped at to a huge early lead, 11-2, but he fought his way back to prevent a slaughter. That's the only win I have in forty-something games, though I almost had another one yesterday (getting to that.) It's definitely helping my fitness, though the weight loss has been slower than I would hope, most likely because my atrocious eating habits haven't changed yet - working on that. I sprained my ankle a few weeks ago, that really hurt. The ball was coming back to me, I started to lean to the right to get it, then it did a weird bounce, and I had to shift to my left - this is completely lateral movement, no forward or back. I don't know why, but I fell. Hard. I fell directly on my left arm, since I fell straight to the left, and couldn't roll or use my hands or anything to brace myself. So my ankle hurt, and I didn't have a very good range of motion on my left arm, either. That was on Wednesday, went back to work Friday night. Nolan was, of course, completely unsympathetic to my injuries - "I don't want to hear about it. I don't have time for this." Annoying, but whatever. I've had it wrapped up since, and we finally started playing again recently. Yesterday, I was playing my heart out, and was up 14-6, his serve. Another good volley, then his shot rebounds off the wall, then hits the side, right in the corner. I was running hard to get it, but because of the weird bounce, wasn't able to. I ended up hitting the wall, which isn't anything bad, it happens all the time in a game. But as I rebounded off the wall, I fell over my ankle. It HURT. I mean, much, much worse than the first time did, probably since I was re-injuring it. Also, it's the same ankle I ripped up that time with Mindy. I was rolling around on the ground, screaming, for a bit. Like I said, it hurt. I finally managed to crawl off the court, people came running. Some old guy was like "There's a guy down on the courts", they weren't sure what was going on. Hell, the lifeguard, with her little first aid kit, even came. But there wasn't much they could do, though they did end up getting me an ice pack. It became apparent I wasn't going to get out of there under my own power, so Mom went home to get me some crutches. Gave me some painkillers, taken one so far, about to take another. And yeah, it started to swell something fierce - it was HUGE. I've slept, and twenty-four hours later, it's a little swollen, but not very bad. Very, very, very stiff - can barely move it, and can't put any pressure on it whatsoever. I can stand, but I'm standing on my right leg entirely, and my left foot is just kind of resting on the ground, not offering any help, besides a little balance. So that's fun.
Things I still want to write about:
The Pretenders -- Brass in Pocket
So, Irving.
David and I drove up there in Mom's car, with all our gear stashed away in the trunk and back seat. I was driving first, and because I was really tired and knew I would fall asleep if I wasn't driving, planned on driving the whole way there. We ended up trading off in Waco, and I promptly fell asleep soon thereafter, awakening much later, once we entered Dallas. It was dark and rainy, so we had fun getting there. Traffic was pretty heavy, but not quite stop-and-go. We ended up taking a wrong turn - well, not really - the highway split, and we weren't ready for it, and ended up on the wrong side. Took about an extra hour or so to get there, but we finally did. Andy met us in the parking lot. He looks like a little kid. Kinda like a slightly older version of the Man Show Boy. Kyle's big and red-haired; Will has the porn star mustache, Ricky wears the trench coat. We had just about every nerd stereotype represented between the group of us. My throat was hurting slightly after I woke up, which would blossom into a weird throat thing over the coarse of the weekend - my voice ended up being an octave or two higher than normal, would crack occasionally, and had a lot of trouble getting it loud. It lasted after I got back, and I ended up calling into work that Tuesday as well. Overall, the weekend was a lot of fun. I speced full prot, which wasn't as bad as I thought. Even soloed as it for a bit - spam Devastate, not so bad. We were all on different schedules, so the mass instances didn't happen quite as well as we had anticipated; though, by the end of the third day, we were all more or less in sync, and were ripping stuff apart.
Overall, I love BC. I hate the new LFG system, and would much rather have the old system back. Some people say it's great, once you learn how to use it and don't mind putting in a little extra work; those people are idiots. I have 3 high level characters, a mid-high level characters, two mid-low level characters, and two very low-level characters. I can't look for groups for all of them at the same time, since the list you can access is based of your current character's level. That, and because it's now active on your part, you can't watch groups forming and jump in. And you can't really see a group forming and think "Hey, I'd like to do that!". You have to actively mark yourself as looking for a group. Also, it's now apparently okay to just invite someone with that instance marked. I mean, it kind of makes sense, but that's a major pet peeve for me, and I don't like it. Oh, and people who say "Just /join lookingforgroup" are also idiots. Since a tiny portion of the server is now going to be in the channel, it's worthless.
Been playing racquetball with Matt for a while now; finally beat him a little while ago. The game was like 15-8. I jumped at to a huge early lead, 11-2, but he fought his way back to prevent a slaughter. That's the only win I have in forty-something games, though I almost had another one yesterday (getting to that.) It's definitely helping my fitness, though the weight loss has been slower than I would hope, most likely because my atrocious eating habits haven't changed yet - working on that. I sprained my ankle a few weeks ago, that really hurt. The ball was coming back to me, I started to lean to the right to get it, then it did a weird bounce, and I had to shift to my left - this is completely lateral movement, no forward or back. I don't know why, but I fell. Hard. I fell directly on my left arm, since I fell straight to the left, and couldn't roll or use my hands or anything to brace myself. So my ankle hurt, and I didn't have a very good range of motion on my left arm, either. That was on Wednesday, went back to work Friday night. Nolan was, of course, completely unsympathetic to my injuries - "I don't want to hear about it. I don't have time for this." Annoying, but whatever. I've had it wrapped up since, and we finally started playing again recently. Yesterday, I was playing my heart out, and was up 14-6, his serve. Another good volley, then his shot rebounds off the wall, then hits the side, right in the corner. I was running hard to get it, but because of the weird bounce, wasn't able to. I ended up hitting the wall, which isn't anything bad, it happens all the time in a game. But as I rebounded off the wall, I fell over my ankle. It HURT. I mean, much, much worse than the first time did, probably since I was re-injuring it. Also, it's the same ankle I ripped up that time with Mindy. I was rolling around on the ground, screaming, for a bit. Like I said, it hurt. I finally managed to crawl off the court, people came running. Some old guy was like "There's a guy down on the courts", they weren't sure what was going on. Hell, the lifeguard, with her little first aid kit, even came. But there wasn't much they could do, though they did end up getting me an ice pack. It became apparent I wasn't going to get out of there under my own power, so Mom went home to get me some crutches. Gave me some painkillers, taken one so far, about to take another. And yeah, it started to swell something fierce - it was HUGE. I've slept, and twenty-four hours later, it's a little swollen, but not very bad. Very, very, very stiff - can barely move it, and can't put any pressure on it whatsoever. I can stand, but I'm standing on my right leg entirely, and my left foot is just kind of resting on the ground, not offering any help, besides a little balance. So that's fun.
Things I still want to write about:
- Mindy
- Lilie
- I fail at life
The Pretenders -- Brass in Pocket
2006-12-22
I'm fascinated
Lots of post tonight.
So, Mom got me a membership to the S(an) M(arcos) A(ctivity) C(enter) for my birthday, and two racquets and balls for Christmas. Matt loves racquetball as well, so we've been playing after work, a lot. Something like 8-9 hours in the five days or so we've played. I start breathing heavy and sweating right away, but that's normal, and it doesn't indicate me getting tired or anything. I finish very strong, even after two, two and a half hours of play. I weighed myself after the very first time we played - 336. Yep. That's even after losing weight from working at Walmart for two months. Well, I'm not sure that I actually lost weight at Walmart, though I did become healthier, as my musculature definitely improved, especially in my biceps. My calves have always been awesome, especially since I picked up DDR. My back and shoulders are really my strongest parts, while my chest and arms have always been pretty weak, relatively. But that's changing, and I can feel it, which is nice. But that's off-topic. So yeah, I weighed myself yesterday, and I've lost nine pounds so far (that's in about a week and a half, maybe two weeks). So yeah, go me. I weigh myself every time I go there, to get a better idea for what I actually weigh, how it fluctuates, that kind of thing. So yeah, it's nice to be able to finally track my results.
Deepgrove -- Fascinated
So, Mom got me a membership to the S(an) M(arcos) A(ctivity) C(enter) for my birthday, and two racquets and balls for Christmas. Matt loves racquetball as well, so we've been playing after work, a lot. Something like 8-9 hours in the five days or so we've played. I start breathing heavy and sweating right away, but that's normal, and it doesn't indicate me getting tired or anything. I finish very strong, even after two, two and a half hours of play. I weighed myself after the very first time we played - 336. Yep. That's even after losing weight from working at Walmart for two months. Well, I'm not sure that I actually lost weight at Walmart, though I did become healthier, as my musculature definitely improved, especially in my biceps. My calves have always been awesome, especially since I picked up DDR. My back and shoulders are really my strongest parts, while my chest and arms have always been pretty weak, relatively. But that's changing, and I can feel it, which is nice. But that's off-topic. So yeah, I weighed myself yesterday, and I've lost nine pounds so far (that's in about a week and a half, maybe two weeks). So yeah, go me. I weigh myself every time I go there, to get a better idea for what I actually weigh, how it fluctuates, that kind of thing. So yeah, it's nice to be able to finally track my results.
Deepgrove -- Fascinated
I'd never let him touch my heart
That last post was both too long, and not as informative as I had hoped. Suffice to say, the last two weeks had some pretty low points.
Anyway.
One other thing I wanted to talk about from work - Matt. Him and I have been getting along *great*, despite the disparity in our ages - he's actually like 31 or something. He's been there maybe three years, and I totally forgot that he worked there when I applied there. But yeah, we've been getting along really well, hanging out at lunch, giving him a ride to and from work at times, that kind of stuff. We've also been playing racquetball a lot - he's been totally kicking my ass, but not nearly as much as the scores suggest. I just have issues returning his serves. If I manage that, and we get to a volley, I more than hold my own. It's just that, well, he'll get like fix to seven aces IN A ROW, which makes things very disheartening. Briefly.
But the thing I wanted to touch on is one other way we're very similar - Mat is also in love with a girl who doesn't love him back. Not like he wants her to, at least. However, the key difference with him is that he's decided there isn't anyone else out there for him, that she's the only person he'll ever love, ever. He lives with her, but they're just friends, and I mean actually just friends. Nothing like the 'just friends' Lilie and I have at times, or anything even close. I mean, even if we didn't fool around like we do, we'd still be close - holding hands and the like. And while I may still be hopelessly in love with her, I'm not so far gone as to believe that she's the only person out there that I could ever love, that it's her or nothing, ever. I mean, that sort of unwavering, unquestionable love may make for great stories, but it's too heart-wrenching of a way to approach life. I guess I could see it if we had been together for a long time or something, but we weren't, and it doesn't really apply here. It's kind of an eye-opener, to see how he's completely attached his life to hers. That's not something I want to go through.
Then, of course, the question comes up, would moving in with them be a step in that direction? Maybe, but I don't think so. I mean, I've contemplated dating other girls, I'm not so far gone as to believe she's the only one for me, ever, that it's her or nothing for the rest of my life. I mean, if she ever wanted to get back together, I'd be all for it, though I know that there are core differences that stop us from being a great couple, and that they'd have to change or be reconciled before "us" would happen, and I don't see that happening any time soon. Which is fine - I don't believe in changing the core of who you are for someone else. But yeah, we've even talked about it. Kinda. We talked more about physical aspects than dating - she's finally not shy about telling me when she's crushing on someone else, because maybe I've finally got her to realize that I'm okay with it? I hope so. I'm finally able to talk to her about my experience with others, as well - nothing major, just things like I've been really noticing - staring at, really - my roommate's massive rack lately. Her possessiveness/insecurity was kind of cute, while somewhat revealing - "You just don't love my boobs anymore", that kind of thing.
So yeah, seeing Matt go through the sheer hell that he does with Celeste is a real eye-opener, makes me see what I could have been, if I had taken the Lilie thing too far, and I think a lot of people, when they council me to move on past her, fear that I'm doing what he is, while I'm not.
Deep Dish vs Dire Straits -- Flashing for Money
Anyway.
One other thing I wanted to talk about from work - Matt. Him and I have been getting along *great*, despite the disparity in our ages - he's actually like 31 or something. He's been there maybe three years, and I totally forgot that he worked there when I applied there. But yeah, we've been getting along really well, hanging out at lunch, giving him a ride to and from work at times, that kind of stuff. We've also been playing racquetball a lot - he's been totally kicking my ass, but not nearly as much as the scores suggest. I just have issues returning his serves. If I manage that, and we get to a volley, I more than hold my own. It's just that, well, he'll get like fix to seven aces IN A ROW, which makes things very disheartening. Briefly.
But the thing I wanted to touch on is one other way we're very similar - Mat is also in love with a girl who doesn't love him back. Not like he wants her to, at least. However, the key difference with him is that he's decided there isn't anyone else out there for him, that she's the only person he'll ever love, ever. He lives with her, but they're just friends, and I mean actually just friends. Nothing like the 'just friends' Lilie and I have at times, or anything even close. I mean, even if we didn't fool around like we do, we'd still be close - holding hands and the like. And while I may still be hopelessly in love with her, I'm not so far gone as to believe that she's the only person out there that I could ever love, that it's her or nothing, ever. I mean, that sort of unwavering, unquestionable love may make for great stories, but it's too heart-wrenching of a way to approach life. I guess I could see it if we had been together for a long time or something, but we weren't, and it doesn't really apply here. It's kind of an eye-opener, to see how he's completely attached his life to hers. That's not something I want to go through.
Then, of course, the question comes up, would moving in with them be a step in that direction? Maybe, but I don't think so. I mean, I've contemplated dating other girls, I'm not so far gone as to believe she's the only one for me, ever, that it's her or nothing for the rest of my life. I mean, if she ever wanted to get back together, I'd be all for it, though I know that there are core differences that stop us from being a great couple, and that they'd have to change or be reconciled before "us" would happen, and I don't see that happening any time soon. Which is fine - I don't believe in changing the core of who you are for someone else. But yeah, we've even talked about it. Kinda. We talked more about physical aspects than dating - she's finally not shy about telling me when she's crushing on someone else, because maybe I've finally got her to realize that I'm okay with it? I hope so. I'm finally able to talk to her about my experience with others, as well - nothing major, just things like I've been really noticing - staring at, really - my roommate's massive rack lately. Her possessiveness/insecurity was kind of cute, while somewhat revealing - "You just don't love my boobs anymore", that kind of thing.
So yeah, seeing Matt go through the sheer hell that he does with Celeste is a real eye-opener, makes me see what I could have been, if I had taken the Lilie thing too far, and I think a lot of people, when they council me to move on past her, fear that I'm doing what he is, while I'm not.
Deep Dish vs Dire Straits -- Flashing for Money
