Archive for March, 2011
I got the results from last week’s physical back today. I apparently have high cholesterol and an underactive thyroid. Thus, my doctor wants me to lose 15 lbs in the next 6 months and cut down on animal products, fried things, and general bad food. All I can picture is deep fried cheese wrapped in bacon. I’ve actually lost 5 lbs in the past few weeks on the Stop Being Stupid (i.e., stop eating chocolate cake for breakfast) diet. However, that was on a whim, it didn’t have a goal in mind. Now that I have a goal, it sucks. For some reason, goals do the opposite of motivate me. Lots of people are goal-oriented, and they can’t achieve anything unless they have clear-cut goals. I, however, am so lame and process-oriented that as soon as a goal is introduced, I freak out from the pressure and try to find ways to get out of trying. I suppose because of Doctor’s Orders, I’ll have to get with it, though. Argh. No bacon? Really?
I bought tickets to see Simian Mobile Disco tonight at the Paradise. The Paradise being the club that is about 6 blocks away from my house. I could walk there in 10 minutes, but the weather is crap– cold and rainy. It’s right on the line of freezing, so the rain could turn to snow at any moment, and has in fact been switching between rain and snow all day. The problem is, Simian MD is the kind of band that you pretty much HAVE to dance to. It’s dance music! It’s fun! I am not feeling fun at all. As much as I love to get drunk and dance all night, tonight my stomach is being a jerk and I don’t want to drink anything at all. Plus, I’ve had an annoying headache all day. joviality is not in my immediate future. Perhaps going to see this band will cheer me up? It probably would, but I’d have to drag my ass out there. Yes, I already paid $20 for the ticket. No, I am not made of money by any stretch of the imagination. I am a lame-ass. I’ve seen SMD before, and they were pretty good, but meh. I am old and lame.
I’ve been writing journal entries in an ACTUAL journal, like with paper and stuff! Why? I don’t know. I don’t write enough. Write as in the physical act of putting pen to paper, that is. I like writing. I have awesome handwriting, too, if I do say so myself. So, that’s what I’ve been up to. Also, I haven’t been able to think of anything particularly witty or entertaining to put up here. Maybe I was feeling too much pressure to be entertaining or something (because god knows that talking about, like, my cats and congenital syphilis is the height of entertainment). I wrote in actual journals for years– I have at least 15 years worth of old composition books taking up space. Hmmm.