No tv today. Man, I am braindead. I am listening to a Maynard Keenan interview which is not tv. And I watched a Tool video. Thinking about when to do a run. Just made vegan sloppy joe and vegan cole slaw. They are both pretty good. Nayonaise is not my favorite. Vegenaise is the best and I did not have any.
On the way to ultimate health I have decided to concentrate on mind health. On the body side I just try to exercise everyday and if I don't I don't and I don't eat as much as I usually do or I try not to. I ate three fucking amazing cookies today. No, 4. and Pho and a high sugar ginger ale which sucked. but at least it tasted good. Anyway, I'm going to put up some stories I've written recently.
I'm going over to some friends' house to eat dindin.
E.L. is a 5 at this moment. That's pretty good. I was pretty much 1 yesterday and that's not good. (Existential Level:1-12, 0 is dead, 12 is insanity of feeling unreal.)
Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Short Short Story #1: The Places You Never Go P1
It was Sunday and she raced down the stairs in a white flowy nightgown thingy, but it was really a dress. She had convinced them to let her do it. And she was gleeful as hell. Quite proud of herself. There were terms, though. A small contract.
She couldn't steal things out of the gift shop. Pfff. She could buy the whole damn gift shop. She had rolled her eyes at this one. She must not ruin anything especially not the art. Duh, she thought.
Not a single thing about large gala parties. The rest was normal mumbo jumbo and including utility costs and installing a fancy schmancy Frank Lloyd Wright-Andy Warhol shower/bath/sauna combo. She signed on the line because dotted lines didn't exist anymore.
Penelope E. Clare
With such flourish. The board of directors made a good show of acting like she was no one. That's fine by me, Penelope thought and she smiled a terribly fake smile. With her sunglasses still on, Penelope left going to collect her prize.
The first thing she did was eat a candy bar. Peppermint. The second thing she did was search the internet for a moonjump, bumper cars, and a trampoline in the shape of a penis. The third thing she did was climb to the very top of the roof and dangle her feet over the side. She dropped a penny on a man's head. He cursed, but he wasn't dead. Penelope threw down a red rose. The man didn't see it and walked on his was rubbing the crown of his head right until he disappeared into a taxi. A group of middle-aged guys and gals were coming upon the abandoned rose. One of the women, picked it up and carried it off, giggling.
There was a rail on the roof perfect for coupling with a grappling hook. Penelope used this beneficial rail to repel down. She was thinking that she needed a drink.
Of water and some tacos, but Nada's was too full. Penelope meandered around seventh street and found Gilpin's, the bagel sandwich place. One hummus bagel, please, all the veggies, no cheese.
She plopped down in their little loft-like dining space. Excitement coursed through her when she spotted the Nintendo. Mario, please. She did the ceremonial blow and played for a minute while shoving bagel sandwich in her mouth. Then she glanced down at the door only to see her nemesis walk in.
She couldn't steal things out of the gift shop. Pfff. She could buy the whole damn gift shop. She had rolled her eyes at this one. She must not ruin anything especially not the art. Duh, she thought.
Not a single thing about large gala parties. The rest was normal mumbo jumbo and including utility costs and installing a fancy schmancy Frank Lloyd Wright-Andy Warhol shower/bath/sauna combo. She signed on the line because dotted lines didn't exist anymore.
Penelope E. Clare
With such flourish. The board of directors made a good show of acting like she was no one. That's fine by me, Penelope thought and she smiled a terribly fake smile. With her sunglasses still on, Penelope left going to collect her prize.
The first thing she did was eat a candy bar. Peppermint. The second thing she did was search the internet for a moonjump, bumper cars, and a trampoline in the shape of a penis. The third thing she did was climb to the very top of the roof and dangle her feet over the side. She dropped a penny on a man's head. He cursed, but he wasn't dead. Penelope threw down a red rose. The man didn't see it and walked on his was rubbing the crown of his head right until he disappeared into a taxi. A group of middle-aged guys and gals were coming upon the abandoned rose. One of the women, picked it up and carried it off, giggling.
There was a rail on the roof perfect for coupling with a grappling hook. Penelope used this beneficial rail to repel down. She was thinking that she needed a drink.
Of water and some tacos, but Nada's was too full. Penelope meandered around seventh street and found Gilpin's, the bagel sandwich place. One hummus bagel, please, all the veggies, no cheese.
She plopped down in their little loft-like dining space. Excitement coursed through her when she spotted the Nintendo. Mario, please. She did the ceremonial blow and played for a minute while shoving bagel sandwich in her mouth. Then she glanced down at the door only to see her nemesis walk in.
Ugh.
Still watching tv....thinking about going for a run. I need to. Damn it, if I can't be productive I can be skinny. Or not. I could put a story up and I could go running. This sounds good. I am copying another girl, but whatever. Watching the bitch in apartment 23.
I am boring...
My life is boring. I hope by saying that I am not inviting rape into my run time. Oh, man. This show is hilarious. And I want to eat more vegan chocolate chip cookies. That I made. Which are fucking awesome. And I have perfected.
Quick health update though: Drank to celebrate good grades. 7 beers in three days. Shit. 10 cigs. Please boyfriend do not read my blog. Abracadabra.
And I feel terrible. Well, a little better than terrible.
I am boring...
My life is boring. I hope by saying that I am not inviting rape into my run time. Oh, man. This show is hilarious. And I want to eat more vegan chocolate chip cookies. That I made. Which are fucking awesome. And I have perfected.
Quick health update though: Drank to celebrate good grades. 7 beers in three days. Shit. 10 cigs. Please boyfriend do not read my blog. Abracadabra.
And I feel terrible. Well, a little better than terrible.
Stuck
Oh man, I feel like the laziest piece of shit. I managed to pass all my classes. Two A's, a B-, and a C. I'm ecstatic. Sort of. I have been watching Tv like it's a drug I'm addicted to. It's terrible. I quit smoking and drinking for this shit. Blah. It's like I don't want to feel anymore.
Too much coffee, too, I think. I need more walks. My body is trying to get sick after celebrating my grades. Too much drinking and smoking. I totally want to exercise, but I'm afraid of getting sick.
Boring.
Where do I draw the line though?
I need balance. Everyone needs balance. I don't get it. I can't handle alcohol. It's going to be awhile. Too much socializing, too. And not the right kind. We are all too selfish. Or too boring. Goddamn. No winning this game, eh? I do want to play boggle with Steve, though.
I miss summer already. I act like it'd be my savior, but I know that's not true. Me and the sun don't play nice. I get sunsick.
Meditate, take walks, draw, and write. That's what I'm prescribing myself. Drink it down with lots of water and vegan chocolate chip cookies. I made them super good this time.
Too much coffee, too, I think. I need more walks. My body is trying to get sick after celebrating my grades. Too much drinking and smoking. I totally want to exercise, but I'm afraid of getting sick.
Boring.
Where do I draw the line though?
I need balance. Everyone needs balance. I don't get it. I can't handle alcohol. It's going to be awhile. Too much socializing, too. And not the right kind. We are all too selfish. Or too boring. Goddamn. No winning this game, eh? I do want to play boggle with Steve, though.
I miss summer already. I act like it'd be my savior, but I know that's not true. Me and the sun don't play nice. I get sunsick.
Meditate, take walks, draw, and write. That's what I'm prescribing myself. Drink it down with lots of water and vegan chocolate chip cookies. I made them super good this time.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
P.S. Goals
Get to Germany next year.
Send a manuscript to an agent.
Get to 105# by New Year's
I think I am sticking to Physics and double majoring with German
Send a manuscript to an agent.
Get to 105# by New Year's
I think I am sticking to Physics and double majoring with German
X-Files...Again
Saturday night spent watching X-Files and doing Calculus. Ten problems 9 pm to 2:20 am. Wow. I really need to quit watching tv while I do my homework.
But I need to start writing every night. So here I am. This is my health blog. Sort of. So I will write a little about that:
I have quit smoking pretty much all the way. I still get the urge like on my bday Oct. 1. And I did smoke one and felt effing terrible. The sad thing is that I really don't care if I smoke or not. Just like I have begun not to care about Physics. But I am doing it anyway.
I have not been meditating! unfortunately. I have not been running a lot either which sucks. Next semester I won't have to work as much so I can run more and write more and study more.
I still drink coffee everyday except I limit it to one cup in the morning.
Word of the day is "Twiddle".
I still take a multi-vitamin by Deva. The green one. And I take e3 renew. Pretty much everyday, but sometimes I forget.
I have not been drinking much at all. I super drank on my bday and alcohol poisoned myself. Kind of. I drank 2 beers last night and woke up ok. Kind of. Mostly.
Decided to let go of drawing. I am a writer. I like physics. This is me. Not the artist. I'm a crafty scientist? Not yet. Just a being.
But I need to start writing every night. So here I am. This is my health blog. Sort of. So I will write a little about that:
I have quit smoking pretty much all the way. I still get the urge like on my bday Oct. 1. And I did smoke one and felt effing terrible. The sad thing is that I really don't care if I smoke or not. Just like I have begun not to care about Physics. But I am doing it anyway.
I have not been meditating! unfortunately. I have not been running a lot either which sucks. Next semester I won't have to work as much so I can run more and write more and study more.
I still drink coffee everyday except I limit it to one cup in the morning.
Word of the day is "Twiddle".
I still take a multi-vitamin by Deva. The green one. And I take e3 renew. Pretty much everyday, but sometimes I forget.
I have not been drinking much at all. I super drank on my bday and alcohol poisoned myself. Kind of. I drank 2 beers last night and woke up ok. Kind of. Mostly.
Decided to let go of drawing. I am a writer. I like physics. This is me. Not the artist. I'm a crafty scientist? Not yet. Just a being.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Violet
Thinking about dying my hair purple. That's not why the title is "Violet". It's Hole.
I wish I could drink a lot of alcohol. What the fuck, right? It seems like a drink would be so nice. Three would be nice. Staying up till 3 am after playing pool all night and smoking cigarettes sounds so nice.
But I quit smoking. I hardly ever drink. The only vices I have now are sugar and coffee. Not even sex. Which, if you knew me would be one, but it's not. My sexy man has me whipped. In a weird sort of way. I do get laid though, pretty frequently.
Again, this blog is about my health journey. Ultimate health. Feeling my absolute best. I feel tired. Can't exercise much, but I try to run and do some exercise videos on youtube. I gotta go across country and go to California. See Hollywood. It's all about the experience.
I count calories like a half-assed motherfucker. 1500 a day keeps the pounds away. And really between work and school, I don't have much time to eat. I do squeeze in a lot of web surfing and fucking TV though.
Gotta do Calc.
Later.
I am weird and listening to Hole's "Live Through This" repeatedly.
I wish I could drink a lot of alcohol. What the fuck, right? It seems like a drink would be so nice. Three would be nice. Staying up till 3 am after playing pool all night and smoking cigarettes sounds so nice.
But I quit smoking. I hardly ever drink. The only vices I have now are sugar and coffee. Not even sex. Which, if you knew me would be one, but it's not. My sexy man has me whipped. In a weird sort of way. I do get laid though, pretty frequently.
Again, this blog is about my health journey. Ultimate health. Feeling my absolute best. I feel tired. Can't exercise much, but I try to run and do some exercise videos on youtube. I gotta go across country and go to California. See Hollywood. It's all about the experience.
I count calories like a half-assed motherfucker. 1500 a day keeps the pounds away. And really between work and school, I don't have much time to eat. I do squeeze in a lot of web surfing and fucking TV though.
Gotta do Calc.
Later.
I am weird and listening to Hole's "Live Through This" repeatedly.
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