Today I did 10 pull-ups, using a dip station (sort of looks like an old lady’s walker, only made of thick steel tubes, lol). There were over 25 done total during the workout. But, during one 50 second interval, I did 10. And I was happy, because it was hard. I fought for every one of them.
Lousy Smarch Weather
I don’t like August. Especially the end of August. It should be filled with those last few sunny days out and warm nights by the campfire, but they’re not. Not for me. The last week of August is just – flat. There is anticipation for classes to begin again combined with the dread of classes beginning again that cancel each other out in this weird sort of interference pattern that creates the August Meh that I’m going through.
sooo, I quit my summer job last week…
mostly because it wasn’t the sort of “experience” that I could really use on a resume. Mostly moving boxes and carrying boxes and shifting boxes from here to there and back again.
In the meantime, I am teaching myself SQL and SQL Server 2008 using a ‘for dummies’ book and the W3 tutorials on the subjects. This way, I will be more than prepared for my course on applied SQL that begins in September.
In other news, the summer has arrived, after a long, long looooooong period of rain and cloud.
I am decidedly pro-sunshine and pro-warm weather.
om nom nom nom…
The past 5 days have seen my appetite soar. I am absolutely ravenous. I don’t feel full, even after a complete dinner. I ate an entire bag of oreos over the weekend, too >.< (and omg how much do I love oreos *drools*)
However, this is clearly not the ideal situation, so my question is: what do I do? Give in to cravings or try my best to outlast them?
and it makes me sad
because so far, more people have declined the invitation than have accepted.
But deep down, I’m scared that I have no friends to invite in the first place.
and, action!
What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
My summer job is turning out to be more than a little difficult to handle. It starts early in the morning and I work in a “team”. It isn’t that I’m not a “team player” (whatever that means) but that I can’t find that many things to say to the same people all day, every day. I am awful at chit-chat. That, and they’re all guys, so I’m getting to hear more than enough of the guy talk. Fan-fucking-tastic.
If I want a summer job that doesn’t require me to work a different shift every day for the next 3 months then I’ve got to stick it out. They’re even ok with me taking some vacation in July. Not many places would hire you knowing that you’re needing over 2 weeks off in the middle of the summer.
Only 9 more weeks to go…
untitled
Sometimes I feel like I have a story in me. I feel like I could share it and it would be something people would want to hear. But I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is. I don’t know what the story is about. I just have a feeling that there is something within me that needs to come out.
personal best
Spring is (more or less) here now. The trees are still bare but the threat of snow and freezing rain is gone. I started running again. Last night, I went out while Psyphen was cycling, and I had a really good time. I had a personal best time! Yay! I’d never broken 8 minutes for a lap time before, and now I have.
distance: 3.21 km
duration: 26m 34s
fastest lap (1km): 7m 39s (PB)
It’s been 10 years, but…
When I heard the news, it was still shocking. A friend from high school, someone I wasn’t close with but we hung around the same people, lost her father over the weekend. He was stabbed. I don’t know any details and there is very little in the local news but from what I can gather is that there was a fight with another man and they both sustained stab wounds. Her father died in hospital.
It feels more real when things happen to people you know. I guess that’s the downside of putting the news on television and having it available 24/7 – you end up distancing yourself from the images because it’s just tv, right? It isn’t *real*, not to the viewers, anyway, unless you’ve got a connection to the event.
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