November?

I was sitting on my bed, the usual place, where I can see my entire room. the dresser, the desk, the globe, the exercise ball, the calendar, etc. i spend a lot of time here surfing the web, reading, studying, playing the guitar, contemplating life. (did i mention studying?) I just happened to focus on my calendar for a second. And there is was, still on October.

It's Thanksgiving...

I am opposed.

I am opposed to people coming to the gym in everyday clothes. Okay, yes, I applaud them for even making it to the gym, but really? you have no other clothes but your jeans and hiking boots to work out in? that just amazes me. I wonder if it's out of pure convenience: they don't have to change before OR after their workout session. Or maybe it's because they just don't have any money to buy gym shorts and a simple t-shirt. Hell, some people don't even wear a t-shirt. Five bucks at wal-mart will get you an outfit, I promise.

I'm not trying to be shallow. I don't expect high-end sweat suits and matching shoes. In fact, that's another blog on it's own. I just think you should have separate clothes for sweating profusely in. It just makes sense.

Friday at work.

Fridays are always known for extreme laziness and many "errands" that cannot be done any other day. After running these so-called errands and picking up some lunch for myself, my coworkers and I decided to be productive. This originally involved scrambling each person's name (first and last) into some kind of dirty word. We started with LAGNENAAN, which was fairly unsuccessful. We continued with LWEYNNYDOGIN and EDJOWADRAWDNOSH. Again, nothing dirty. My turn came around, so we tried THSPCELSHAEA. Putting our noggins together, we came up with CHEST, TAP, PAT, and ASS. I would interpret this as a win. The mormon chick at work has dirty written all over her name. I'm so proud.