Roundup

Thursday, 30 August 2007

In oth­er gym-re­lat­ed news, there is this dude who I’ve seen at the gym since I start­ed go­ing there that nev­er lifts weights. He dicks around the en­tire time, al­most al­ways look­ing at him­self in the mir­ror and go­ing through the mo­tions of lift­ing weights, set­ting up the bar, ad­just­ing seat heights, switch­ing out han­dles and weights, clean­ing the bench, sit­ting down and get­ting “in the zone”, but nev­er ac­tu­al­ly do­ing a set or even a rep. He spends some­thing like an hour in the lock­er room, groom­ing and comb­ing his hair and shit too. I on­ce showed up and he was in the lock­er room comb­ing his hair, did my ap­prox­i­mate­ly one-hour work­out, and when I went to the lock­er room he was still comb­ing his hair. Weird thing is, the guy is frig­ging ripped, so he must ac­tu­al­ly lift some­time.

Saloio bread is gross. I picked up a loaf from Dave’s be­cause it seemed to be the clos­est bak­ery ap­prox­i­ma­tion to whole wheat, since they were out of the lat­ter. It is salty as hell, crumbly, dense, and chewy. It tastes worse than the home­made hosts that Fr. Stan makes back at St. Gabriel’s in Connersville. Never again.

I get so much weird junk mail about mort­gages now that I’m a home­own­er. A lot of it is ob­vi­ous scam stuff about PMI and re­fi­nanc­ing, but some of it is not so ob­vi­ous scam stuff that looks like of­fi­cial doc­u­men­ta­tion from Fifth Third. Today how­ev­er, I re­ceived a scratch off tick­et. It says on the tick­et that all tick­ets are win­ners for stuff like an xBox or iPod Video, the on­ly oblig­a­tion is to sit through a demon­stra­tion of some home care prod­ucts. Fat chance.

I al­so both like and have a crush on some­one. 🙂

Opa!

Sunday, 12 February 2006

Pulled Lamb over PenneGirl and I had din­ner at Opa! over the week­end. It was both a tasty and nice time. We start­ed out with an Octopus Salad which was a bit too smoky and olivey for our tastes and I had Pulled Lamb over Penne and Girl had Cherry and Apple glazed Pork, both of which were quite tasty. For dessert Girl had an ex­cel­lent brown sug­ar cheese­cake and I had or­ange mo­lasses car­rot cake with caramel ice cream.

The wait staff was a bit weird­ed out by me tak­ing pic­tures of our en­trees, but Girl didn’t seem sig­nif­i­cant­ly es­tranged. I told Girl that my moth­er said not to write about Girl, as it might jinx things, but Girl said she was a lit­tle dis­ap­point­ed that she hadn’t read more. I should state, for the record, that I like Girl. 


Womanizer

Wednesday, 29 June 2005

I am a mild sort of wom­an­iz­er and I’m try­ing to get over it. I’m al­ways talk­ing about some ran­dom girl that I think is hot, and ba­si­cal­ly be­ing a big fat mid­dle school kid. I think my friend nailed the prob­lem when she said:

i just think that when you are so pre­oc­cu­pied dai­ly with the fact that you ain’t got a wom­an, the wom­an starts to be­come some sor­ta gen­er­al ob­ject (place-filler) in­stead of a speci­fic per­son… hence the “wom­an­iz­ing.”

Perhaps be­com­ing less oc­cu­pied with my per­cep­tion that hav­ing no girl = lack will get me head­ed in the right di­rec­tion.

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Monday, 30 August 2004

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Crushes

Tuesday, 1 June 2004

daisy.jpgI work with two wom­en that I think are just dandy. I’ve talked to the one on the third floor briefly and I was, just as briefly, her se­cret ad­mir­er. The oth­er one has fan­tas­tic red hair. My crush­es on them swing like a pen­du­lum.
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