this week was cool.

photo: sweet mustaches

random babbling for the day:

land lines:

as you may know, i'm back living at home (i hate even typing that), and something i forgot about was land line telephones. my take on them since coming back, is not positive. there are a few things that add to my not liking land lines: political calls, calls that are absolutely never for me, having to take messages for my parents (naturally i'm never by paper or pen), more political calls.

i don't know if anyone actually always fully answers those calls, usually i hear my mom answer, telling them she's too busy to answer their survey, i pretend i don't actually live there, or when it's an automated call i usually just hang up. i hang up for two reasons: i am already an informed citizen, i make sure to brush up on all the political news in my area, nationally and internationally so i have no need for them to try to convince me of something, or i just don't feel like talking to them (sorry political call people). the other day i changed my normal action towards political calls and had a full conversation with a few (i think i was extra bored). i consider myself an independent voter but definitely lean one way over the other, so when someone called from the party on the other side, i had a quality chat with them. when they asked me about two candidates from their party for two different positions, i let them know exactly why i wasn't voting for them; i wasn't rude, by any means, but i hope it made their day somewhat more interesting, or maybe i just pissed them off.

next up: fitness.
i used to be in really great shape, went to college on a division 1 athletics scholarship, only to be injured, quit playing, and start playing like a typical college student. so now that i'm not and i'm back at home, eating real food, regularly and being much more active, i've decided to take a little more action; ever heard of p90x? well this week, their program, insanity, showed up on my doorstep after i ordered it for my upcoming birthday. i opened the package and was immediately overwhelmed; the packaging is even scary and i haven't started the program yet. it comes in a large book-like package, separating the dvd's (why is that necessary?), it explains how the program isn't for beginners and that you should consult your physician before starting it. now i'm scared. it's been sitting on my counter for two days, i keep thinking, tomorrow, but i know as soon as it starts, things will get better and i will also be in a lot of pain.

i think back to high school, i was in great shape, naturally like most other people, i still didn't think i was. i had a conversation with my best friend this evening (via gchat), and since we played a sport together, we could relate on how much better shape we used to be in (also side note, we want to try out for the amazing race). the conversation went like this:

alex: also, i'm starting p90x, i'm gonna get in shape, slash less wheezy

me:  oh snaap.

alex:  i wish there was a workout for lungs

me:  good work. LOL. so true.

alex:  that did not involve actual movement

me: lung restorer, that would rock

alex:  i'm gonna be a blob when i'm 40, mark my words. this sucks how much i don't like moving. 
me:  dude if i do insanity and u do p90x were gonna be so buff for the amazing race. me either. i dig sitting, so much.

alex:  LET'S DO IT, i just need better stamina, maybe i should do less drinking, and more...cardio.

me:  samesiez

alex:  that is a 6-letter curse word.

me:  remember when we used to be in shape? ah the good ol days.

alex:  i feel like insanity is much scarier than p90x. i miss high school, but only for my tight thighs

me:  lol i wish i had never let myself go

alex:  oh , i can't wait to see what you do with it

me:  same, i remember having nice legs and not cottage cheese legs, failure.

alex:  buhhhhh, i'm writing a letter of complaint to bell's brewery, they ruined my waistline

me:  LOL. damn two hearted ale. i blame vodka brand vodka straight from valparaiso wal-mart

alex:  hahahahhaa, only the BEST

a week of house sitting:

so my parents went out west for a week, to do cool stuff, so i was here, slummin' on my own. i was pretty pumped at first, thinking i'd go do some cool stuff, but then i remembered a few things: i'm stuck here with my dog (buddy), i'm in one of the least exciting places known to man and i have very few friends still living here. don't worry i managed, and ended up doing a few cool things. dinner with the grandparents, check. dinner with best friend's parents + best friend + best friend's friend (delicious homemade indian food). watching lots and lots of television i've been wanting to watch (boardwalk empire free on premium channels on demand, thank you mom and dad for not skimping out on the cable package, i greatly appreciated it this week).

so now i'll get back to the main focus of house sitting, keeping our lovely estate safe and sound and hanging out with my dog. my dog is similar to the marley and me dog; refuses to grow up, obnoxious at times and always wants attention. another annoying point is that my dad always feeds him, my dad wakes up early, meaning i had to wake up early. i don't just mean early, i mean like 5:30am, woof. so i drag my sorry ass out of bed, not until after my dog had barked in my ear and jumped up on me repeatedly, thanks buddy. the entire way to his food, he barks at me and jumps on me, thank  you, i'm a zombie right now, totally not feeling this situation. he dives into his food, devours it, then i need to let him out to do his business. it's pitch dark out, i like in the wilderness, he wanders far away so i just wait. i wait. i wait. a half hour later, he wanders back, happy as can be. what? were there magazines out there for you to read while you took care of business? come on now, buddy. this didn't just happen the first day, but all week. this makes me reconsider getting a puppy, big time. so other than that, since i'm kind of glued to my house i try to get my dog to go outside and run around or something, but he's just been sitting around, sad that my parents aren't here. my dog doesn't even like me anymore, sweet. 

in other news, i took a trip to visit alex, let's just say, she lives above a townie bar and i woke up with a mustache drawn on the inside of my pointer finger and a temporary simba tattoo on my chest. i didn't feel like pdiddy, but i think i won that one.

well, til next time, folks. stay classy.