I've recently created a hedonistic layer of bohemian goodness in my bedroom. Not that it really makes a difference, as I'm the only soul that poor bed sees on a regular basis...but none the less, it's quite cozy.
It's official, the real world has tainted me. I woke up this morning, completely unprovoked, at 7:28am. The sun was barely stirring, there was no reason that I should be. Isn't waking naturally before 10am a sign of something, some terminal illness... oh yeah, just remembered. It's the onset of having no life...I believe it's a result of being out of college for too long.
Another sign that I'm getting further and further away from the care free days of college...
My friend Jen talked me into signing a 12 month commitment with a personal trainer. The two of us, two times a week for a year will sweat our bodies thin to the sweet tune of $80 a month (on top of the 'processing fee' of $150 that the good ol' folks at the gym jacked on at the last minute - seriously - what processing warrants $150 a person?). As we sat there contemplating the commitment, the costs, the possibility of scoring the hottest trainer that was semi-single, our rationalization turned to "We can totally swing it, we'll just stay in one Friday night a month. I'll give up fast food, you'll attempt to incorporate 'big girl' food into your diet, and we'll both cut back on the bar scene." We're so mature. Let me point out that Jen's favorite foods are beige. French fries, mini corn dogs, nachos, onion rings. Jen also is the perfect male companion as she is content watching hours of Sports Center and actually processes it as she watches. She can tell you who's injured, who's leading the league in this, and who's on the chopping block for that. In a word, Jen is an anomaly. Both the perfect female friend as well as a coveted male companion with D boobs.So tonight is our first class with the personal trainer. Oh so trendy. Last night Jen and I practiced all the cool things you can say when you have a personal trainer while at the movies... like when asked if you would like some popcorn... "I couldn't possibly, my personal trainer would absolutely die if he knew I ate any." and... well, that was about all that we came up with but I'm sure there are others. Right? There has to be something else to it for the time and money I've committed... you would think.
