I have a few things to get off my chest, and I do not mean the hair that grows upon it... at least at this moment. I have noticed that when you walk down the street and instead of zoning out listening to your ipod or simply focusing on whatever it is you focus on that gives you that glazed over look or determination and simply smile at people and give a little look in the eyes (the eyes on the head not on the chest), you get a nice little smile back many a time and a lovely little moment albeit brief. It is my new test, although I must admit to not fully trying this out. And it doesn't need to just encompass walking, it should be anytime and anyplace there can be an interaction. I am starting to test this out and any girl I find cute no matter where I am. Not that I have the courage or cojones to actually speak to anyone, especially on the street, but just to see what happens. I'll give more thoughts on this when I really put this plan into action, but it's kind-of fun.
Honestly, I don't really have too many things of importance to "get off my chest" at this moment in time. It seems that everytime I sit down to write my mind does not remember what I thought was so important to put out there. Maybe I should write down little notes or sorts. Um, the Emmy's were on the other night, I hope you watched them. I thought the whole theatre in the round thing was a bit odd, but whatever. I guess they need to "shake it up" a bit. I should say I watched it mostly on mute since I was on the phone most of the time, but I get bored watching award shows after a while. Nobody gives really funny speeches or anything anymore. That's a shame. We all know you are thanking your manager, agent, family, kids, cast, crew, directors, etc., etc. Why not think the other people. Like the girl at Starbuck's who always gives you your coffee just how you like it. She deserves a thank you. What about thanking the other shows for sucking just a little bit more than yours so that you could stand there a winner? That works. Everybody thanks God, but nobody thanks the Devil. Not that I condone the last one, but still, nobody does it. I haven't seen anyone try and simply list every single person that has got them to that point in their life as fast as they could until they are cut off, that would be new. So would standing up there and not saying a single thing until it was so uncomfortable that they just ran the music and moved on. That's right. Pretty much, when I win my Oscar, nobody knows what I might do. It'll be awesome.
I've become fond enough of the weather that I'm not looking forward to this cool breeze, even though it's a bit more like the northwest right now. The slightly cooling effect is not so fun when all I can think about is how much the winter will suck. I bet Africa's hot.
Okay, so between the hours of 5pm and 7:30pm at my gym, the hot women come out in herds. Mostly to take some of the classes or do ab workouts. Neither of which I am complaining about. Oh, and to use the cardio machines. Yeah, it's so freaking busy that I try to not work out then, but there have lately been a few reasons to keep me going at that specific hectic time. Let me just say that there is a cardio class that involves everyone on trampolines. That's right, whoever thought up that class is a genious. I haven't done an aerobics class for a long time, but am thinking of trying one out. The only downside to these classes and the girls who work out during this trendy and busy time is that for the most part, they all wear short shorts, spankex leggings, tank tops, etc. You'd think this a good thing, which for the most part is, however some (at least 70%) should maybe think about wearing something less... uh... tight and more flattering...? Not sure how to word that without getting hatemail. But please, those who look good (and you know who you are) in the tight and revealing workout wear, please keep wearing it and also come and talk to me. I'm very knowledgable about working out and will help you with your stretches.
Alright, the epicness of this entry is now coming to a close. I seem to have no regular writing schedule, hence this epic masterpiece of thoughts. This entry is high in epicocity, since I am a great epicurian god. Okay, I'm done.
