Does anyone else find Lana Del Rey’s music as creepily addicting as me? It kind of creeps me out, but I can’t stop listening to it. It definitely is not something that I would normally find myself listening to, but I’m definitely digging it. So far my favorite song is “Diet Mountain Dew” but that could change. I change my mind more than a little girl playing dress up.
Anyway, that’s besides the point. I’m an awful blogger, and I apologize immensely. Although, I think the only person who might read this regularly is my sister, but that’s okay with me. Eventually I be a better blogger and a better blog follower. My funny story of the day, actually I have two.
1. My allergies were awful Monday (yesterday or the day before yesterday depending on when I finish this post) and I contemplated taking Tuesday off, but I felt okay when I woke up. My coworker and I strike up a conversation:
M: I thought you weren’t coming in?
L (me): Well, I forgot to ask for it and felt well enough to not need to call out, I took two Benadryl last night because apparently you can and that’s why it wasn’t working.
M: Oh, well, yeah, but your eyes look really bad.
A (second coworker): Yeah, it is all in your eyes, they’re awful looking.
What?! They look fine, they don’t hurt or itch like the previous day and scouts honor (I’ve never been a scout, BUT I love Scout Finch) I haven’t been rubbing or scratching them today. Stupid allergies.
B. I’m pretty hardcore when I’m at the gym (or at least I like to think that). Although I could probably make some friends if I was friendlier, I’m not big on small talk (at the gym or anywhere else for that matter). Anyway, I’m trying this 30-20-10 interval thing (30 mod/slow; 20 mod/fast; 10 fast) and its intense. So at the end of my 20 mins I jump off and so does the guy a few ellipticals down. He has talked to me once before asking me if he can work in on a machine because I’m “intense” he was afraid to ask. Anyway, our convo goes like this:
G: Do you ever slow down?
L: Sometimes, yeah.
G: I mean you’re always going and look like you’re in the zone.
L: Well, yeah, I mean limited time so you know… (I start walking away)
I’m really awkward, if you hadn’t noticed. Anyway, I like things fast, and over with. I’m not very patient and I don’t have time to waste. I don’t get home until 7:30 or 8 and I need to make dinner and get ready for my day and I sometimes STILL don’t get into bed until 11. Plus tomorrow involves two holiday parties and no exercise will be had, so I have to be on the ball today. I’ll probably be sore and I finally did some ab work, so abs of steel, let’s start making an appearance, thanks.