Archive for June, 2007

Being a Journalist

June 30, 2007

Fuck Yeah.

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Speaking of Kicking It….

June 30, 2007

I was so proud of myself last week! Hardly sore at all after class! I mean, after two days of not being able to walk after my first MA class, the fact that I could get around without much soreness after my second class felt great!

And then I had that third class, where we literally spent over an hour on kicking drills and then when we moved to doing combinations, because this is Muay Thai, the combinations involved – you guessed it – punching and more kicking.

Oddly enough, I didn’t start to really feel it until last night, when my hips started to hurt and I realized I was having trouble getting up out of chairs. This morning when I got up, I actually physically pulled my left leg out of bed. You know, just to help it a little.

Oh man. The left leg is in the worst shape, of course. Not my calves, mind, just the hips. It was the calves that killed me after the first class (that’s what 10 minutes of jumping jacks will do), but nearly two hours of class, with all those damned kicking drills… it’s the hips that are killing me.

Boy, I love being back at this.

Today’s Song, Stuck on Repeat

June 30, 2007

Matthew Ryan, “Return to Me.” (no, no reason for the melancholy song. It just sounds so pretty. Also, this guy has a really sexy voice)

slowly walking down the street
where the homeless and the lovers meet
i bask in ol’ blue
your skin does too
i saw the garland
in the skyline
in the byline

i took a drink
i took the pills
you’ll murder me i know you will
some wish that i could change this
that you were hopin’
i keep hopin’
for a cure
for some medicine
just one conversation

*I can’t return to you
you must return to me
that’s the deal
i’m sorry
did i say i’m sorry (sorry)

in a universe where i was flat
you hunkered down and lived the past
you’re leaving soon
it’s 10 til noon
i see a black car
i’m movin through time
when will we part

i have been the worst of kinds
a sorrowed heart
a cluttered mind
and i’m thinkin’ that i could change this
that i could change this
but i can’t change this

*I can’t return to you
you must return to me
that’s the deal
i’m sorry
did i say i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m sorry now

*I can’t return to you
you must return to me
that’s the deal
i’m sorry
did i say i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m sorry now
did i say i’m sorry
did i say i miss you
i’ll do what i have to do
(i say i miss you)
(i miss you)
(i’ll do what i have to do)

Children of Men

June 30, 2007

Wow.

What a boring, pointless, terrible movie.

Tired

June 29, 2007

OK, monthly blood loss + MA class + another bizarre half-hour-after-eating low this morning of 29 = much tiredness.

Tonight it’s lying in bed reading books and watching some shows, and tomorrow, it’s pancakes and writing.

That’s sounds about right.

Sugar Before Bed: 95

June 29, 2007

After a two hour MA class.

I am a minor god.

Kick It (Redux)

June 29, 2007

Since there was a big thunderstorm about the time I usually head to MA class and Steph was home early, she went ahead and drove me out to class. I changed into MA clothes while I was there, but since we got out late, jumped outside after class without changing back into my street clothes and hopped into the car.

Stephanie looked over at my shirt. “`When I See Something I Kick It’?” she inquired, as if I had chosen this shirt myself.

“We all wear them!” I enthused. “It’s our uniform!”

“Oh you’re kidding me.”

“IT IS GREAT!!!!!”

“So you want me to take a picture for your blog?”

“Eh, maybe when I’m in better shape.”

“It can be a `before’ picture.”

I thought that over. “We’ll see,” I said.

Until then:

Kick it.

Dinner at Applebee’s with White Supremicists!

June 28, 2007

One of the best titles ever, for sure. And it gets better.

“This is our music magazine,” racist Kevin interrupts, laying on the Applebee’s table a publication that would look like any other indie/hipster music magazine, except that the music it’s writing about glorifies Germany’s Third Reich and denigrates blacks and Jews.

“We also have a record company,” Kevin boasts, in a manner that seems to say, “Even though we’re white supremacists, that doesn’t mean we can’t ROCK!” “We have over 750 CD titles.”

OK, For Serious

June 28, 2007

Honestly, whoever this guy is who writes Dinosaur Comics?

Rapidly on his way to becoming my next Secret Boyfriend.

Here, yes. But most definately HERE.

OK, well, everywhere really.

OK, For Serious

June 28, 2007

Honestly, whoever this guy is who writes Dinosaur Comics?

Rapidly on his way to becoming my next Secret Boyfriend.

Here, yes. But most definately HERE.

OK, well, everywhere really.