Rainy Days and Smiles

I mentioned on twitter that I needed to rant about slightly heavy girls like two day ago, and I'm going to rant on here for like 90 seconds.

So Monday was a cardio day for me in the gym, as was today. Well on Monday I was doing laundry, so my normally hour workout was closer to two. While I was on an elliptical, I noticed three girls, all slightly on the heavy side, come into the gym. All three entered and left before I was done on the one program I had set for myself. They would come in and do like 15 minutes on the elliptical, have one drop of sweat, and get off and leave. Or like 10 minutes of sprinting as fast as they can on a treadmill, and nothing else. It's like they know nothing about the components of a proper workout, especially one that is geared at fat burning. They drink their propel and wear their fancy workout clothes that cost an arm and a leg, and think that's going to do the trick. Screw warming up or warming down, and going through an extended amount of time on one machine? Nonsense. It's things like these that make me pity heavier girls for the wrong reasons. If they have the mindset that they'd like to loose weight, they shouldn't go at it quarter-hearted. Yeah, not even half-hearted, quarter-hearted. Weight loss isn't a 10 minute thing, because you might have burned a fraction of the sports drink that you're gulping down instead of simple water. If you aren't leaving your workout drenched in sweat, then you did something wrong. Ladies, when it's apparent that you've been working out-work out attire, water bottle, and so on- it's not a big deal if you walk through the halls kind of sweaty, just don't stay like that for the rest of the day.

Last night I went to bed around 12:30 like usual, and had the worst time sleeping. I think Peter was snoring really badly or something. I remember at one most he made a noise like some kind of large, hissing reptile that really freaked me out. I think I mentioned it on twitter, but I'm not sure. Around 5 I really couldn't sleep, soon enough it was 7:30 and there was light creeping past our blinds. Finally my alarm for 9 went off and I got up and took a shower. Peter got up around 10 and took a shower while I grabbed some breakfast.

My morning sucked, it just really really sucked, and it was all in my head. Last night got me in some trouble because I've been thinking too much. I'm pretty much an asshole in my mind, but it's not like I can change anything that I've already done, I can just stop it going any further.

Truth Moment- As much as I do my best to be the ideal guy who goes for personality in a girl and whatnot, looks are important. Looks are super important, and every guy can deny it and try to be that "ideal example" that every girl fawns after because of the movies, but unless the guy is blind, looks and general attractiveness are important.

This morning went on, and I don't quite remember where it hit me, but I hadn't been about of my building for 60 seconds before I realized that I hadn't smiled yet today, and to not smile in the first 3 hours of my being awake is a major problem. Then I realized that like nobody else was smiling either. So I decided to make today a "smile as much as you can and try to make someone else's day better" type of day. I think it was pretty fantastic, especially at a band rehearsal where moods like that tend to rub off on other people. I'm pretty alright with how much I got to smile despite how last night and my morning went, and I didn't have much in my life to smile about at the time.

One more thought before I end this. I know I place my trumpet playing abilities kind of up there, and getting recognition for that is super important to me. Anderson really beat that out of me, as I never saw anything but 3rd Trumpet. And joining the marching band late, I was given 3rd part because they always need more of the lower parts. Well I'm in campus band, which is pretty much come play if you want. There are around 18 trumpets or so, and until yesterday people had been playing whatever part they wanted, and being trumpet players they all wanted first. So I was content playing 2nd and minding my own business until SURPRISE! We're gonna have 90 second auditions to make sure that people are playing the right parts! It was fantastically rewarding when we moved seats to have 4 or 5 people on my left(people playing higher parts than me) end up on my right or in the row behind me, and getting to take the seats that they left behind, meaning 1st trumpet. I know it's campus band, and there's two people that are technically higher than me on the list, but it was a good ego boost, especially because I beat someone in the marching band playing a higher part than me, as well as the stupid guy who quit the marching band because it wasn't worth his time and he was better than all of us and joined this group instead.

Well, it's about 9:30 and I have homework to get to.

One Step Closer

As more and more people that I actually know in real life follow me on twitter, that means more and more people are that much closer to seeing this blog, which would be super super terrible and stressful if about 6 people in particular read this.

-I was going to have more to say, but I need to get back to what I was doing because a fire alarm just took about 20 minutes of my time, and now I'm slightly rushed to get everything done. TTFN.

Red and Black, The Ready Set

I think I just wrapped up the third week of the semester? I don't actually know. I've noticed that it's one of the fantastic things about not being at your first year of college, is that even just a day or two of my being away from home felt like weeks, and right now it feels like I haven't been home in months. I miss my dogs a lot more this time around, and I miss Shamrock Springs. I miss people too, but I know if I went back home it wouldn't do much good, because the people I miss aren't there.

My mom left on a flight to Kansas at 6:30 this morning, she'll be gone for 11 days this time around. My aunts and uncles in Kansas are getting really shitty, and I kind of don't want to be associated with them anymore. They all switch on and off going there to stay with my grandpa since my nana passed, and stay for about 2 weeks or so and just keep him company and stuff. I feel bad for not talking to him more, because I know that some days he doesn't see or talk to another person, and as sad as it is to think about, he's got maybe a year or so left, if that. But the way that the schedule works for people to go in and visit is everyone has a calendar of their commitments and whatnot, and obviously the ones with full-time jobs don't go as often, but next weekend is my family weekend, and I know my mom wanted to come up to see the marching band at the first home game, but she'll be in Kansas, and I don't want just my dad to come up because we just have an awkward relationship, he can't really figure me out and I've decided I want to be nothing like him. He and Julie were out at a hookah bar tonight, which I just find beyond bizarre, but I don't really care because it doesn't effect me.

Julie is looking at moving out too, finally. She just turned 22, and the idea of moving out just finally hit her. Apparently there's still people from her high school days that talk to her, and they're looking for a 3rd person to go in on a house. The basement could use some work, but they're gonna give her a deal if she takes the basement room. My mom said she'd be looking at about 200 dollars a month, plus utilities. When I was talking to my mom, part of me wanted to make it sound like she shouldn't do it, because she's not prepared enough. This is true, but as long as she still lives at home and has never lived on her own, it makes me look that much better. But if she moves out in the next month or two, that means around Christmas break my house might actually have a chance at being cleaned, and staying clean for more than a day. And when I'm home on breaks and stuff, I won't have to worry about walking into the bathroom and stepping onto an elevation of 8 inches of her dirty clothes. I'm all for her moving out now.

I really want to have another New Years party, it's been like 2 years. The problem is that I'm at the point that I have just the weirdest combination of friends that I would invite, because there's like 2 or 3 people from each of my groups of friends that I've stayed in touch with, on top of the generic Westfield people that I would want to invite so I could see them. It also makes it so that there would be way too many people at my house for me to deal with. And why hide it? I want to have a New Years party where if people want to get smashed and stay the night, they can, and I know that won't happen at my house because of my dad, my mom would probably be alright with it if I told her the details and whatnot, she's cool like that.

This weekend should be alright. I kind of wasted my Friday away, but I don't really care because once I finish this I'm going to go back to the fitness room in the basement for an hour before a shower and then bed. Tomorrow I have a retreat with the Statesmen, and as soon as I get done with them I'm going to go hop on a shuttle and spend the rest of my weekend with some friends in Anderson. I think it was yesterday, that I was walking somewhere, and I suddenly kind of missed it there. I have a strange habit of getting involved with things that aren't good for me, getting away, and then feeling pulled back into them. It's the addictive poison I've mentioned before. I'm going to take a walk through the music building when I get there, see who I bump into. Not really to gloat or anything, just to keep doors unlocked with certain individuals. That was possibly the only thing I look back with a positive memory of, is that the staff there were really accommodating and helpful when it came to helping students find opportunities. I'm not banking on seeing anyone key or anything, just the possible pass-by and then they realize they remember me or something.

I realize I haven't really talked about anything important this time around, just my life I suppose. I'm alright with it, because I find myself without anyone to really just sit down and talk to, something I alway take for granted until I don't have it. Despite all these people around me all the time, I feel just kind of generally lonely. I have friends here and people I can spend time with, but I'd really enjoy it if for once I didn't always have to go around and try to find plans to tag along with, I'd like to actually be invited for once because they thought that I'd be fun to have in the group. But now I'm bitching and whining about my life, which is cushy and fantastic compared to a lot of people.