So thanks to Lui's dad being in town, followed by purple nose (which is fading much faster than they'd predicted it would - proof that my body is awesome), I haven't been to the gym in like a week and a half. I'd say that's another revolution down the drain, except that I go through these periods every so often, where life gets in the way of my gym classes, just like it tends to get in the way of everything else. The first day back is the hardest, and it's looking more and more like that won't be today (because the laser technician said to stay away for the first week at least, and that'd be tomorrow, see?). Of course, it's not like I have anything better to do - and thus we see the sort of thought pattern that will eventually lead to my mental demise.
I miss the ability to go home and just veg, and not feel guilty for vegging, like I should be doing something else. And it's funny that I associate that with being in college, because theoretically, my college freetime should've been nullified by homework. I guess since, as a lit major, my homework was all reading novels and poetry, responsibility and vegging were kinda the same thing. Or maybe it has something to do with living with my parents, or even living with Lui. It's just not the same as living with a bunch of girlfriends, who would obsess over reality TV shows with me, or drink homemade cocktails with me on schoolnights, or make shopping for and making dinner into an adventure.
They said college would be the best years of my life, and dammit, they were right! Why didn't I listen and take advantage while I could? I mean, I hate to be one of those whiny blog people, but seriously!
Seriously... Seriously, I need to go to the gym. Like, tomorrow.
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