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This afternoon was a media afternoon while I tried to catch up on everything that had fallen to the wayside because of being sick the past few days and completely out of commission on Saturday. (One of those things, unfortunately, is my

femslash07 story, but I'll have it posted on time tomorrow.)

During laundry, writing, editing, throwing out papers, etc., I watched the pilot episode of Friday Night Lights online, and absolutely loved it. I haven't watched it because it's on against Bones, and I'll continue to watch Bones, but I'm definitely going to catch up with FNL online.

People, I very nearly cried at a couple of scenes. It brought back that high school thrill of Friday night games, early morning marching band practice, and the excitement of watching the team fight to win. (My high school team wasn't all that great, except for when I was a freshman. The band, though, was smoking.)

Then my sister K. and I went to see 300, which I loved. Very comic book, very exciting, full of hot guys and gorgeous women, and not nearly as misogynist as I expected from him. (Good previews, too, Spiderman III, Invisible, and that figure skating movie, which looks funny. No Resident Evil 3, though, which made me sad.) I kind of fell in love with the Queen of Sparta. Plus maybe all the three hundred.

I also heard about this thing, Girl Trash, which is Angela Robinson's Pulp Fiction-style Lesbian Noir set in the criminal underworld of Los Angeles and starring Margaret Cho, Mandy Musgrave, Gabrielle Christian, Rose Rollins, and Jordana Brewster. I do not think I can love her more, and yet, here she is, doing another role over which I wish to swoon.

Tag: "A gang war is brewing ... and you'll be asked to pick a side."

Jordana's! I pick Jordana's! After Mia and Lucy Diamond, I'll follow her anywhere.

Finally, even though I haven't been able to work out since Thursday (and that was just a light walk, because Tuesdays and Thursdays are my days off), when I got dressed to go to the movies, I put on a new long sleeve shirt, and it was an XL. It's a little tighter than I like (which basically means it's not hanging off of me in folds), but it's comfortable.

To compare, my work shirts, which I wear every week, are 3XL.

I don't think you can see I've lost weight, and I don't feel I'm making much progress (for example, I have yet to bench 100 pounds, and

nikitangel is catching up to me there, and surpassing me elsewhere, so I have to get back to lifting tomorrow), but I guess I am, at least a little.

I'm going back to bed now.

Current Mood: tired

Oh, look, it is Wednesday, television night one, and I finally have the opportunity to read my flist and post. Good times.

Kickboxing did not kick my ass last night, even though I feared it would be worse than ever because I missed last week. There weren't many people in class, so we each had our own bag, and I got a lot of work in. Apparently I continue to have perfect form on my back kicks (HOW? I HAVE NO BALANCE) and I was given good advice on how to improve my jabs and my side kicks. I wish kickboxing was more than once a week.

So it's admin appreciation day (or week or something). They bought me lunch (shrimp and ribs, yummy), and gave me flowers, chocolate, and a giftcard to the local gourmet store, which is wonderful and dangerous all at once. The chocolate I have has Van Gogh engraved on it, as well as pieces in the form of an artist's pallete. Beautiful chocolate, and delicious. (Also, the latter have caramel inside, and chocolate and caramel together is my weakness. Yummy.)

Though there is no way I'll be doing this job for the rest of my life (really, it's mostly because I can't live here for the rest of my life), there are times when I love my job. Being ass deep in scheduling and estimates and disasters to solve is even better than the flowers and chocolates and gift cards. I knew this, but I learn it again all the time these days: I thrive on chaos and problems and fast-paced work. I miss having deadlines and three jobs and full time school. I think I need to look for a second job just so I have something else to do, and so my free time will be more structred (and I'll have less of it).

I love Bones so much. Tonight's show in particular is making me happy, and making me absolutely adore the character of Angela. This has been building for awhile, too, just like my love for the show, but she is amazing and makes me happy. I can't wait to own this show on DVD. It, Supernatural, season two of Lost, and Battlestar Galactica, along with the seasons of Angel I'm missing (everything except one and four), plus Roseanne, more Simpsons, King of the Hill, Family Guy, That 70s Show--I have a lot of tv on dvd to purchase. It's a good thing one of my sister's gets a discount on such things.

I didn't know Bones was based on a real person/novels about and/or by said person--okay, obviously I still don't know much about that part, but I'm intrigued. I want the books.

Oh, man, tonight is Lost's clip show summary thing, isn't it? Boring. I am going to go shower instead. Evenings just aren't long enough (despite what I said earlier about working better when I have less free time). I need to head to bed within the next hour or so, because I want to try to get to the gym in the morning. If I don't, it won't be the end of the world, I'll go after work, because I've been taking more time anyway. However, I would like to do some laps (I was going to go today, but I was too tired), and open swim is only in the mornings, I think. I might go in the morning and after work, because even if I swim, I want to do upper body work tomorrow with the free weights. Good grief, what have I become? Working out twice in one day? Even just thinking about it? Plus hours at a time instead of forty-five minutes? This new me is strange. Of course, I'm not certain where my swimsuit is currently located, I haven't used it since the Florida holiday, and I packed it away after.

Okay, shower done, no swimming in the a.m. because I still have no idea where the suit is located, and I was able to do some editing on Book One, even though I didn't get as far as I wanted.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Oingo Boingo - Mary

Kickboxing kickboxed my ass.

I'm ready to crawl into bed. I can't, because I'm trying to finish a book review, but I wish, I wish, I wish. Even BSG isn't enough to make me want to stay awake (though this two part season finale is enough to make me glad I am, though I'd rather be curled up in bed watching it). I actually had to collapse in the locker room after before I could gather my things and head upstairs to leave. I wasn't the only one, though. We had a different instructor tonight and she was tough. Still good, and I had already planned to take off tomorrow from anything serious. I'll be lucky if I can haul glass in the morning; here's hoping there aren't any huge orders being picked up.

New trainers were comfortable even though they need to be broken in just a touch more. New workout clothes are super comfortable, cool, and loose, and they allowed a wide range of movement.

Tonight's kickboxing was a lot more kick and a lot less boxing, to my chagrin. She didn't even run any punches at the bag, just kicks (front, side, crescent, reverse crescent, and jump) which is fun, but I wanted to hit the bag, damn it. It's why I started in the class at all. However, after, in the locker room, someone mentioned there is still a boxing place downtown, so maybe I will check it out after I get back from Wiscon (which will be right after this class ends).

Also, three new dance classes will be offered this summer, including Latin. If it's a partners not required class, I am so there. Otherwise I'll be in hip hop, which I took at university, too, and loved. Plus more kickboxing if they offer it. Plus lifting. Plus something to build my endurance so I don't feel like this after every kickboxing class. I'm strong, but I wouldn't last three rounds in the ring.

Must finish book review, but am exhausted.

Current Mood: exhausted

Why didn't I know Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events was such a beautiful movie? I've just bumped the books closer to the top of my to buy list; I read the first five or six (maybe even seven or eight) when I worked at the bookstore, and I really enjoyed them, I just never got around to purchasing them.

Oh, Netflix, sometimes I love you.

I'm really behind on fic reading (and writing), so if you've written anything in the past week or so, I'd love a link to it. I'm going to try to get caught up Friday night, but you know how that goes.

I think I'm going to have to change gyms. I go a whole year without hardly any feedback (which isn't a bad thing, I am the Antisocial Woman at the gym), and then in the past three visits, three different workers have told me three different ways to do the squat machine. Today someone started to tell me another and I blew up, told her to go back to the others, come to a consensus, and until then to leave me alone, because if they didn't know how to do it and teach it, how the hell were the rest of us supposed to use the machine properly? (I think I just became the Antisocial Bitch, but you know, I'm paying them money, they should be able to all explain a machine the same way.) (Also, I hate the squat machine, because it is set up to have your arms out in front of you, which is NOT WHERE THEY GO! I really miss squatting freestyle, with the bar behind my head and having to work to keep my balance and all those things.)

This desire to change gyms has been building for a few weeks now, because all year I've missed having an actual full weight room (I have a bench and free weights at home, but I miss a full weight room), better music, actual classes, and, you know, trainers who know what they're doing. Plus I was always conflicted about Curves anyway, because of some of the things the owners support.

My year contract is up this month, so I think I'm switching. Plus I did some research earlier today, and the local health center is actually quite a bit cheaper than Curves (over $100 cheaper if I do a monthly payment and even more than that if I pay for a year's membership all at once). Their classes cost extra, but not a lot extra, and I wouldn't have to do classes. Plus, a pool. And a weight room.

I was going to try to hold off until after Wiscon, because most of my extra money is going into savings for it, which I don't want to touch. However, I don't think I can make it another couple of months. When I've been there longer than everyone who works there, and I've been a member a year, something's wrong.

The rest of the night was pretty good, and now it's time for bed.

Current Mood: frustrated

Usually I don't start on the caffeine until 10:30 or so, when I have a mid-morning snack and a diet Dr. Pepper. Up until that point I drink ice water (and I drink it after, too, but exclusively up until then). Today, not so much. By 8:30 I had tea brewing, and an ice cold can of diet Dr. Pepper on my desk. I've since finished my cup of tea (cranberry blood orange, which is my new favorite, I think), another glass of ice water, and part of the diet Dr. Pepper. I also had a chocolate chip cookie, because this place is horrible about food. All we do is eat or talk about what we're going to eat. Last week it was the guys making waffles and sausage biscuits and what-not in the morning; today they brought homemade chocolate chip cookies, donuts, and homemade seven layer dip.

It's snowing today, so I'm layered, but I also realize I have lost enough weight I can no longer wear my favorite hooded long-sleeve t-shirts to work without another shirt. They have v-shaped necks and they just dip too low now. (Well, okay, I can no longer wear them to work without another shirt. I can probably still wear them out.) The last time it snowed, months ago, I layered more than this (three shirts); today I am only wearing two long-sleeve t-shirts, but I am back to the two coats (light jean jacket and leather motorcycle jacket), and I wear the jean jacket throughout the day because I get cold easy here.

(I've just started my second cup of tea--blueberry this time.)

I hate snow. Have I mentioned that lately? Hate it, hate it, hate it. I will move somewhere with no snow someday. Just Monday I was so excited because when I left work I could still see the sun. Now there is no sun at all. I need the sun.

I forgot my gym bag at home. I'm so exhausted if I go home to get it I'll want to sleep. Maybe I'll lift at home and go to the gym Thursday instead. I couldn't sleep for ages last night, and did not want to get up this morning when my alarm went off. I wasn't doing anything productive, either, just reading my new books. One of them was Empress of the World and I think I will talk about it later today. I expect another shipment of books from Amazon within the next few days.

In addition to my question last night, who is going to Wiscon? (Yes,

kphoebe and

cabell, I'm pretty sure you two are going, yeah? Well, I know you are, Karen, and I assume you are, Cabell.)

I should maybe go do work. Except all I want to do is put down my head and sleep. I have another of my new books with me (Stealing Princes, the sequel to Pulling Princes), so maybe I'll read that.

Current Mood: exhausted

I feel like I should know the name of this song, but I don't and I can't even find it. The lyrics which stand out are "I would die alone, but not for you" and "back to the" something or other I suddenly can't remember. I keep catching it in the auto bay, but I always miss the title and artist. (In part because half the time they don't say the title and artist. Freaky radio station.)

I forgot to put on a belt today, so my trousers keep falling off. This is frustrating. (Well, it's also good, but mostly it is frustrating.) Plus I almost pulled out my nose stud when I washed my face this morning. I'm not having such a hot day when it comes to personal grooming; not bad, obviously, just a little frustrating.