Bad day, but I killed two spiders.

I'm bored, so I'm gonna blog. Hee. It's this mentality that clogs up people's Twitter and Facebook feeds, but whatever.

I joined a gym today! I finally took the initiative to not be a fat fucking slob, and join a goddamn gym, pay hundreds for marginal weight loss and public humiliation in tight clothing amongst sweaty people, and lose some fucking WEIGHT! JYEAH!

Speaking of sweaty people, today has got to be the second shittiest Fundamental Drawing class ever. I finally was assumed worthy of crossing the frontier of full figure anatomy drawing, and I was so super proud, but half an hour through my drawing Ernesto told this sweaty, hairy JUNIOR to "fix" my drawing! He just hovered around me tapping on my paper with the end of his pencil going "This is wrong" and "This is too short" or whatever. As if I couldn't have figured any of that out myself! I mean, if Ernesto had done it, fine, but in WHAT world was this perspiring JUNIOR with tufts of hair poking out of his sweat-stained long sleeves in any way certified to tell ME what to do? I was getting increasingly annoyed by his incessant tapping and pointing so I threw my pencil down and stormed out of the room in a fit of erratic egregious rage. THE NERVE!!

I was so insulted I felt like crying. My sensitive artistic soul has yet again been crushed. It was my first day trying out something new too! Ernesto told me he wanted me to do this as my first assignment for an exhibition and he told me to make him proud. I am so confused! Does one tell another to make them proud because one believes the other has the capacity to make one proud, or because the other isn't making one proud? GAAHH!!

Anyway I just can't wait to meet up with my personal trainer tomorrow after college to work on a program and all that sorta bullshit. Knowing my luck it'll probably be super egregious and horrible and sweaty and I'll end up passing out within fifteen minutes of switching on a treadmill. Awesome.

In any case, I bought this cute pair of sneakers from Echo Park for the gym. I know I'm not supposed to be shopping, but I can't just turn up in old Converse! *shudders*


Currently hearing: Some Bowling For Soup Song.

Current problem: Layne wants me to go to his apartment more despite the fact that I feel completely uncomfortable in any environment in which I can't walk around in m underwear... Because he lives with people I hardly know.

Aquarium status: No fish have died since my pufferfish passed away about a month ago... It came from a crappy breeder anyways. One catfish is swimming upside down near the surface, which is unusual for catfish, but the other catfish is acting normal. Both have always swum upside down as far as I know.

Random: I can't believe it's only 10.30pm right now. It feels like 1am. I am friggin exhausted!

Fuck it's a fucking hot night tonight.