Promise

Ok, so my New Year's Resolution was to work out this year. I always say I want a six-pack before my next birthday (I think that started in 2005, and I've never acheived it yet). But now it's quite desperate. I have a strange pot-belly that hangs over my jean buckle, and is remarkably uncomfortable unless I hold it in - and that quickly ends up being remarkably uncomfortable too.
So my promise is this: I WILL have a six-pack by my birthday. I can't say I'll start now (I've had a week off and done fuck all about it...but I'm hoping I get the cajohnes to go tomorrow - but I've been saying that for ages, so who knows?)
I will ahve a six-pack, and this year it'll be a much bigger challenge - I'm not fat by people's usual standards, but when I've got folds, and man-tits bigger than most of the girls I've been with (they'll know who they are), I've got problems. The one thing I'm hoping to do is start back at the gym early enough so I give myself enough time to actually achieve the goal this time - usually I get motivated about 3 months before my birthday, and hit the gym hard, before stopping about a month before it...its quite wierd. If I had a woman (and I know its hard to believe, but I do NOT), I'd have the motivation - or the exercise equipment to actually shift it, if you know what I mean (wink, wink). But alas, I do not...I need to a) get a schedule sorted, b) stick to it (which is quite hard knowing my attention span) and c) keep track of my own progress and results. The hardest part of that is actually sticking to a schedule. Even if I only go once or twice a week, that just means if I miss one, I miss one of a few - half my weekly schedule...If I was going every day of the week (like I should've gone this week!!!), and miss a day, its only one day out of the seven! See what I mean? Difficult because I'm notoriously fickle. The slightest reason not to go and I'll take a pass.
I remember being completely different - I'd go at absolutely every opportunity I could, and I'd work til I felt sick. What happened? I listened to the advice of someone who "knew how to work out", thats what!!! I wonder what kind of shape he's in now...

College schedule and the tests of karma

How come I blog more when there's less going on in my life (2008-2009 was void of college, work, and everything else, yet I blogged quite a bit), and when I was actually doing something (2005-2007 in Australia), I never blogged at all?
Well, one reason is I never knew about blogging. I wasn't as "net-savvy" as I am now. However, I wish I did know about it back then - I had things to talk about. My friends, when I had them there, would tell me my emails that I sent to them all were a pretty interesting, and entertaining, read. But, alas, I didn't. So...that has nothing to do with now.
Oh yeah. I'm in college now, and I barely blog anymore. I dunno - my friends who used to blog regularly have stopped blogging themselves, so I seem to have stopped too...wierd. One of them isn't even my friend anymore! That's what they said, anyway...
So yeah...I've made it to the second semester!!! Wahoo! They said it never could be done!!! But I did. Strangley, since we returned on January 4th, we've had at the absolute most 9 days in college. That's 9 in two whole months! Because now we're broke up for half-term holidays!! We were back properly for a week and then we broke up for the week. Amazing. If college keeps going like this, I'm gonna enjoy it more than ever. Of course, it wont, and I wont.
My new timetable isn't that good. I much preferred my last one, and it really tests my patience by putting us ALL DAY FRIDAY with that cunt who "witnessed" the fact I was stealing from the hotel I worked in. Motherfuckers. When I saw that, I thought that was it - its over. He's a squeaky fuckin weasal. I hate him, and I don't think I can stand spending all day with him. The worst thing is, it's on a friday!! Now, my logic (I know, not something that is usually can identify with my rants), we're going to finish college on a friday - as in, our last day ever in college will be on a friday. Its likely we'll break up on the thursday, but I have a feeling it'll be the friday. That'll mean BOTH groups go out for a celebratory drink. And where do they all drink? The fuckin Royal. Who works at the Royal? Exactly. After getting onto the 2nd semester, I was hoping for an easier ride, but it seems karma tests me once more...