50th Post

Wow. What a journey it has been.

There are roughly 365 days in a year. Why do I bring this up?
Because at the current velocity of posts per day, I am going at a measly 50 (published) posts per 310 days, which works out roughly to 1 post per 6 days.

For SHAME, AIH, FOR SHAME!

To commensurate this being the 50th's post, I shall strive to indulge you, my loyal (if imaginary) readers with a more accurate, more up-to-date, and more riveting account of my life if at all humanly possible.

ADDITIONAL INTERESTING INFORMATION ABOUT ME

This evening was my first-ever time of wearing contact lenses, a feat which is significant in itself because I have been one of the most staunch supports of the Toronto Chapter (or, at least, within my meager 700 or so friends on and off of Facebook) of Glasses are Awesomer Than Contact Lenses Or Laser Eye Surgery.
GATCLOLES.

*<Mandatory Musical Interlude>
Nahnahnahnah nahnahnahnah
nahnahnahnah nahnahnahnah
nahnahnahnah nahnahnahnah
nahnahnahnah nahnahnahnah
GATCLOLES!!!!!

Anyways, they're a set of monthly disposable contacts that I'm to begin wearing today for 3 hours, and increasing my dosage by an hour every following day to get myself used to them.

Not going to lie, having lived my entire glasses-wearing life (so, the past 11 or so years?) with glasses, it's....it's pretty mesmerizing; in particular, looking into the mirror and realizing you can see yourself clearly without anything on your face?

It's something, I tell ya.




*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P46bQNssQWQ
A timeless piece of TV Mastery. Wooooo.

Hups! Last Post was a Lie

So it turns out that my life might actually involve more than just mindless job-hunting (read: have a job interview soon, so that 'hiatus' was a) a load of bullshit, and b) a self-proclaimed omen of near-immediate future awesomeness. in the job world. not so much elsewhere.)

I was milling about the house today trying to hook up my wireless internet when I realized I was missing a rather key piece of the puzzle, the elusive power cord. I figured the bigass black power charger thingy for it was in my now empty-garage (my brother having since taken possession of the 'family' car, which I guess provides a reasonably stupid excuse for why I haven't learned how to drive yet. other than my chronic laziness, laissez-faire attitude to driving and my adoration with public transit. actually this past week more than ever I've been agitated that I can't drive yet, for numerous reasons, the most pressing of which is 'I want to go places by myself when I want to'). Anyways, I happened upon one of those ridiculous door-frame-supported chinup bars my friend had lent me (......for an indefinite period of time in exchange for no money. like what my friend THE_REAL_ADRIAN does with the magazines in his high school library) and in true 'what-the-hell' shoulder-shrugging curiosity, I thought I might try me some P90x.

Having done the pre-warm-up training test thing they recommend (so you can't sue their asses when you tear or break something in your body during the actual workout), albeit several months ago, I started off with Part 1: Chest and Back in my basement. I used a:
-makeshift soft sorta-like-a-doormat mat (for the following Ab Ribber X workout. more later.), which I'll definitely need to replace with a professional one, if I continue
-bottle of water
-friend's chinup bar for push-ups (but not chinups, because I was afraid it might tear down one or more doorframes. and a wall. because my house is old. olde school.)
-lawn-chair type chair
-two bags full of heavy encyclopedias to simulate weights

To sum up my first real P90x workout?
"Holy what the incredibly painful bageezes sore sore sweating like a woolly mammoth did NOT want to believe I was that out of shape tired burning muscles slightly dizzy need a hot bubble bath in one of those Japanese bath houses or a nap but it would have to be an X-TREME nap"

That host guy is ridiculous, but he sort of grows on you in a cocky way, like you're directing all the anger of not having chiseled sculpted abs at him and his talkative sneering face.

All in all, one of the better workouts I've had the last couple of months, namely because this past year the focus had definitely been shifted towards academics. One thing to note is that the chinup bar works wonders for doing pushups, because without them my wrists began to become sore just pushing up off the floor.
Will update you all as things (hopefully ripped abs and muscles; and not muscle tears, a loss of self-confidence, and subsequent crying) develop!

On Indefinite Hiatus

...until I find a job and sadly, once again, become an actual contributing member to society. Darn.