Getting CPT Certified is hard.
Especially when I'm in week 2 of calc and already behind for missing two days thanks to being sick as a damn dog. The smoke from the CA wildfires is going to make me vomit. And I've had migraines like nobodies business.
Weight loss sucks. I'm lower than I've been for YEARS. I had shot up really high after getting sick when I came back from Kansas. I'll post how far I'm down later, when I feel better about it. It's a lot, though. Like...almost a whole-other-person, lot.
I'm so tired from that damn headache.
We're moving out of our house soon, I hope. And I want to become a trainer quick so I can make enough money to maybe move out on my own. I do still want to get my degree, of course. I might switch to physiology and nutrition or something, in case I decide to take time off before med school, or not go at all. Because then I can take my training to the next level, you know?
Trying to figure out where I would move. I would like to be near Louisiana, just because I have some awesome friends there, but I just...love Boston so much. Who knows! I may wind up having to stay here so I can help my parents out.
Today, I got propositioned by an owner of a pawn shop to have a threesome with him and his hot wife.
Is it sad that, for a few minutes, while looking at her, I actually reconsidered my vows of celibacy?
Why did I choose abstinence?
It's been...god damn. Like...I don't know? A year? Two years? Since I've been with anybody. Before that it was a while, as well. I can count all my sexual partners on one hand. Three people, if you only count full out, completely naked intercourse, where there's some form of penetration (or for females, they're touching me instead of me just touching them).
Three.
Hm.
I like sex, don't get me wrong. It's pretty awesome. But it clogs up your mind and your logic. It makes you do crazy things. I don't need the added complication. Sex can easily get confused for love, and the last thing I need is another relationship where my libido and my heart are at war. Awesome.
That, and I am magnificently self centered and narcissistic. I really have no compunction over that admittance. I can be a bit dull at times, with no idea how to translate the average female psyche, and tend to see things at their surface. Women are complicated creatures. They speak a language not of words, but innuendos. Yes means no, unless said in a certain tone. Fine means terrible, and a multitude of other things. I hate untangling the web. I would rather fuck a cactus than have to spend time unraveling a web of meanings with a partner who claims to desire communication but refuses to give plain voice to her own inner workings.
Mmm....tired.
Oh well.
My training for the 5k has been delayed, thanks to a stress fracture. It still hurts to walk on sometimes, but it's healing. So long as I don't push myself too hard, I can run a little bit. My stamina allows me to run almost a full 3 miles, but the pain in my leg allows me to perhaps jog one before being forced off to stretch. I may stay off the track until the end of September in an attempt to allow it to heal properly. Otherwise, I might wind up having to run the 5k with only a partially healed tibia, which would not make for a fun first experience. I guess if I'm going to do this, I need to do this right.
Not sure what else to write. I just thought perhaps it would be good to provide something of a loose update. Now back to trying to make myself study without falling asleep over my textbook.
Especially when I'm in week 2 of calc and already behind for missing two days thanks to being sick as a damn dog. The smoke from the CA wildfires is going to make me vomit. And I've had migraines like nobodies business.
Weight loss sucks. I'm lower than I've been for YEARS. I had shot up really high after getting sick when I came back from Kansas. I'll post how far I'm down later, when I feel better about it. It's a lot, though. Like...almost a whole-other-person, lot.
I'm so tired from that damn headache.
We're moving out of our house soon, I hope. And I want to become a trainer quick so I can make enough money to maybe move out on my own. I do still want to get my degree, of course. I might switch to physiology and nutrition or something, in case I decide to take time off before med school, or not go at all. Because then I can take my training to the next level, you know?
Trying to figure out where I would move. I would like to be near Louisiana, just because I have some awesome friends there, but I just...love Boston so much. Who knows! I may wind up having to stay here so I can help my parents out.
Today, I got propositioned by an owner of a pawn shop to have a threesome with him and his hot wife.
Is it sad that, for a few minutes, while looking at her, I actually reconsidered my vows of celibacy?
Why did I choose abstinence?
It's been...god damn. Like...I don't know? A year? Two years? Since I've been with anybody. Before that it was a while, as well. I can count all my sexual partners on one hand. Three people, if you only count full out, completely naked intercourse, where there's some form of penetration (or for females, they're touching me instead of me just touching them).
Three.
Hm.
I like sex, don't get me wrong. It's pretty awesome. But it clogs up your mind and your logic. It makes you do crazy things. I don't need the added complication. Sex can easily get confused for love, and the last thing I need is another relationship where my libido and my heart are at war. Awesome.
That, and I am magnificently self centered and narcissistic. I really have no compunction over that admittance. I can be a bit dull at times, with no idea how to translate the average female psyche, and tend to see things at their surface. Women are complicated creatures. They speak a language not of words, but innuendos. Yes means no, unless said in a certain tone. Fine means terrible, and a multitude of other things. I hate untangling the web. I would rather fuck a cactus than have to spend time unraveling a web of meanings with a partner who claims to desire communication but refuses to give plain voice to her own inner workings.
Mmm....tired.
Oh well.
My training for the 5k has been delayed, thanks to a stress fracture. It still hurts to walk on sometimes, but it's healing. So long as I don't push myself too hard, I can run a little bit. My stamina allows me to run almost a full 3 miles, but the pain in my leg allows me to perhaps jog one before being forced off to stretch. I may stay off the track until the end of September in an attempt to allow it to heal properly. Otherwise, I might wind up having to run the 5k with only a partially healed tibia, which would not make for a fun first experience. I guess if I'm going to do this, I need to do this right.
Not sure what else to write. I just thought perhaps it would be good to provide something of a loose update. Now back to trying to make myself study without falling asleep over my textbook.
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