I bought a scale.
I weighed myself.
And got very soberingly sad.
Not the end of the world, just sucks knowing my previous actions, and having all the motivation and time to mold myself.
But the scale was the wakeup call. I knew I was getting more muscle, but seems to be more than just that. Soooooooo I am changing some things today. It sucks, I love cooking but my Mum and I gain and lose weight so easily. Fhhhaaarg. At least my cats think I'm cuddly.
SPRINGTIIIIIIME YAY SUNSHINE! Had a s'wonderful bike ride before the cave day, do you realize how great of an invention bikes are? Freddy wasn't lying bout bicycles. And I agree, maybe going on the open road today if my childhood helmet still fits.
Sporadic thoughts. Getting shit together leaves the brain scattered in a way. It's like cleaning up your room -- it just doesn't stay that way for long. Especially if you have two closets and like to dine with your animals. But balance and sanity are represented through your body. Ever see in-shape people really down on their couch? Me either. Don't worry, I am also wondering where the hell I am going with this. It's a fact, I am drinking tea, and felt like I should sit down and get brainwaves out, but it's all empty thoughts, like drinking a ton of diet soda, empty calories but you feel stuffed up. Or something.
In case you are a part of the Grand Rapids Film Scene, there is a fucking awesome premiere going on tonight at Celebration Cinema, tickets are $10 to see several amazing indie film projects made by local artists with national *ahem* ... INTERNATIONAL recognition for their supreme work of brilliant art. CLICK HERE FOR DETAILS it links to the Facebook Invite Page. Such awesome people, great films, and of course, an after party. Which is always a blast with these guys. So come one come all and view the awesomness.
So I've had a very bad headache the last two days, in the same place. Usually means I have a monstrous knot in my neck that needs some TLC. ... No manly hands to help get it out sooooooo Here's to Payday tomorrow. Woot.
I need to do something with myself. Sorry if I just wasted your time reading fuckall weirdness from my brain.
Reality check? Checkmate...? Anybody relate to feeling foggy lately?
I had a wicked dream I looked like a cross of Lady Gaga and the abominable Snowman about to get married to some suit I had met apparently the day before. I looked wierd, in an awesome white snow stuff everywhere and I did my face up with tons of white makeup. Like I made out with cocaine...
Speaking of, just an FYI if you need a substitute substance for cocaine for a film/photography project, don't use coffee cream powder, use confection sugar instead. It isn't grainy and will leave you with a pleasant donut taste in the back of your throat.
And that's all she wrote. Because I'm not sure where to go with this.