Alright..i have a grudge against the dentist starting today. Before, i didn't really like going to the dentist because they always make me feel so guilty, but today as i trudge in my pajamas to the little room with scary sharp pointing objects, i felt my pulse quicken and my face get red, "Have you been flossing everyday"..insert huge gulp here..okay so i tried to lie "yeah..everyday" and then.."alright, like every other day" and then before i know out the confessions start coming out of me like no tomorrow, "i've also started drinking soda. lots of soda. i'm just so tired lately"..and then "okay and i'm also addicted to coffee, idk when it happened i've just become dependant on it, even mid afternoon, i just need that edge. it's like if i dont have a cup, im sleeping, i'm like a zombie." and then i felt like it was a sauna,i was burning up, i wanted to take off my hoodie but i was still wearing my pajama shirt underneath and felt i was already conspicuous enough for showing up 5 minutes late and looking like i just rolled out of bed..because I HAD--i felt like they hated me for being late, i've been showing up on time for years and then i roll out of bed and go..i did brush my teeth though--you should never go to the dentist without just brushing your teeth.
Anywhodiddilysquat, then after the woman i refer to as SATAN finished brutalizing my mouth and jaw, Dr. Faulk came in and i get so worried that im going to call him "Dr. Fuck" which would be unbelievably awkward, but anyways he always interrogates me about school and he was so happy to know i got all A's, but then the questions started "so what are you going to do with your double major?" "what have your classes been like" and then of course the follow up on my older brother, "did he make it home for xmas from Colombia?" but then our conversation moved on to the local news anchors that work out at my gym and go to him for dentistry, weather girls in the house! lol jk lame. but yeah one lady takes the swimming class...very exciting, what is it called? Aqua robics or something lame like that.. i have the schedule hanging up from my billboard, that's when you know you've got an addictive gym problem, you have schedules hanging up in your room.
Well anyways, after recuperating sufficientaly mini me and i went to the gym, starting next week it's all about the raquetball baby....im so scared about getting hit by it again, the last time i played with garrett i got hit in the face twice and had massive welts all over my body (alright, less exaggeratively, on my hip and ass) that time i also threw down my raquet and almost punched him in the face lol--it HURT! So yeah, Zach man even has the goggles...jeeez-us. But i did 3 miles and then on the last mile i added incline which really changes breathing and heartrate, just by upping my incline my heartrate went from 185 to 191. And then i got to my hamstrings, which don't feel tight at all anymore so hopefully i just overdid it last time, i just love the medicine balls on ab so much, when i finished 100 with the 10lb medicine ball on incline bench i felt accomplished i like leaving the gym all sweaty and gross, i know i worked hard.
I should really go to bed though b/c i have to take zeusy pooh to the groomers, he won't be getting a haircut though..poor rat dog. he has a lion cut and it's just awful, his beautiful orange furr is gone. he's bald minus his tail and mane. Atleast he won't shed all over my black interior. I wish i could video taking my dog to the groomer, it's hilarious. he's like jumping all over the place in my car b/c he loves to go for rides, then the approach to the front of the groomer from the parking lot is hilarious he does his 4 legged dance and marks each tree and then when i open the door he goes dead dog and i have to carry him in so his collar doesn't fall off, trust me a 40lb chow is heavier than you think. And then i sit with him for like 10 minutes b/c im afraid to leave him, i feel like a mom leaving her kid for school for the first time; i will so not be good at that. I cry whenever i say goodbye, i just get overwhelmed with sadness, thank god i'm not as mushy gushy as my mother who cries in every single movie, you can be sure she'll find a part in the movie to cry; even in wedding crashers she could make it happen.
Oh dear... my pajama pants are PINK, they are like hot and pale pink..ridiculous. i look like a barbie doll that got hit by the pink truck. i should go snowboarding in these pajama pants with a pink boa...too hot. oh i can't wait for the snow, i can't wait for the snow, i can't wait for the snow!! But even better i can't wait for my baby to come hooooooome, or i guess back to tucson if you could consider a homeless cult like tucson a home..but ANYWAYS i just miss him so much, luckily we've gotten really good at talking on the phone...i dont think i could have picked a better person to fall head over heels in love with..no words to explain. in the beginning of break, talking to jennie i was worried about being apart but i told her then, half believing it, that you need to be apart to fully appreciate what you have and it couldn't be more true, i dont think i've ever felt so close and so content in my life...i really treasure what i've got more than ever
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