Hey, I know it's only been a few minutes, but I watched "Selfie", and while not super inspiring, I am noticing that it's growing on me (and hoping that means it's improving and not I'm just getting used to it), although I must admit that I'm still kind of freaked out every time Karen Gillan opens her mouth (I am so not expecting that universal American accent to come out of those lips). However, beyond that, the plots are getting more fun, some of the supporting characters are really starting to shine, and the Cho/Gillan chemistry is still wonderfully ambiguous!
However, good news, I figured out where the "adult" switch is, so now I can swear! Although without anything to swear about, I'm feeling pretty limited: cock-swattering canker-blossom. Well, so much for swearing (pathetic, I know, but it's late and I'm feeling pretty content with my first post of the day, so that will just have to do). And now, I am off to weigh myself!! God damn - 180. OK, so I definitely weigh more than I had planned (or hoped), since in my imagination I would like to weigh closer to 160, but then that would require some regular exercise, which I have not yet managed to work into my schedule. It's been 3 weeks since I moved out here from Pennsylvania, but I am going to school full-time (four days a week, including 9 1/2 hours on Saturdays), plus visiting Kyle and trying to reconnect with all my old friends and build my bed and put up shelves and rearrange the house so everything will fit in it...
So maybe it's not surprising that I haven't quite manged to establish a routine which includes enough exercise to help me approach my desired weight - if 160 even still is my desired weight. I mean, who knows what I should weigh, I just don't want to look in the mirror and go "wow, that's a lot of something over those muscles". Anyway.
So for today, I am once again saying a fond farewell, and I will endeavor to add something other than pure stream of consciousness drivel each and every day going forward for as long as I can imagine (say a week or two), and possibly even longer than that. I also would very much like to get a typewriter and start typing a book (short stories, novella, novel, play, whatever), and this blog would be my "get the garbage out" phase of every writing day. However, the typewriter typing is more likely to be every other day, so you'll be getting one day kind of like this (with stream of contagiousness nonsense blithely careening across the screen) alternating with carefully considered and storied accounts of Elephant Polo in the sub-continent of India. And with that, I bid thee adieu...