New Camera

Look! I got my new camera and have been able to take pictures this weekend! Hoody hoo!

The Problem

With dieting while super poor is that you'll accept any free food available.

Mmmm... pizza. I love you, greasy.

the MAX

I was talking with Mark the other night about adventures in riding the MAX train. And how naturally rude people are these days. We live in a world where an electronic woman has to tell us over the speakers that old, crippled people probably need to sit more than able bodied teenagers. Then THAT has to be followed up by a Spanish speaking dude to reiterate. How sad.

I’ve created a list of conduct rules for the MAX, since apparently we can’t figure out how to be polite on the MAX with our own judgment anymore. If it helps, you can read this as the MAX lady, then follow it up as the Spanish dude.

Code of conduct for the Max Train

1. PDA should be kept at a five foot range minimum. Anything closer and you’re forcing someone to be a part of a ménage a trios. It's menage a trios RAPE. Young love is cute until you’re close enough that I can smell you.
2. One bag on the seat next to you is sufficient enough evidence that you don’t want to be sat next to. Please keep your legs down. The MAX seats are not couches and most adults have stopped using their legs to save spots after the third grade.
3. When offering your seat to someone, and that someone declines to sit, don’t follow that up with calling them any names. Not only is this rude, but takes away any of the good deed you were attempting in the first place. In a mathematical sense, if you get 1 golden star in good manners when offering your seat… you get negative 10 stars for calling them a name afterwards. That’s negative NINE gold stars, folks!
4. Please do not sing along with the music in your iPod. Really. It’s weird and awkward to anyone in a listening distance.
5. If you regularly use the MAX, please be sure to bathe. Especially if you ride a crowded MAX. Also, one spray of cologne/perfume is MORE than enough. It’s only a matter of time before you’re standing next to a newly preggo woman who can’t stomach the smell. Trust.
6. For those who love attention and must speak loudly and rudely so that people will give them the side-eye, there’s better ways to get attention. No one is impressed. They are just mildly annoyed.
7. If a person has headphones on and is playing with their phone and reading a book – DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TALK TO THEM. They are not interested in ANYTHING you have to say**

**Unless that something you say is offering some sort of cash prize.

I’ve been riding the MAX for about two weeks now. These are just the things that have been obnoxiously apparent. I’ll probably add more to the list as I become a seasoned MAX rider…

Not Much to Report!

Except that I hate climbing stairs. Always have. Always will.

OH! And I saw that movie called Avatar. In my mind I will call it Pocahontas of the future. Because it was basically the story of Pocahontas. I enjoyed it anyway, after the first wave of nausea left (we watched it in 3D from the second row of the theater... oy). It was definately a movie where I felt it's length too. It was so long, I stopped caring about any of the characters. "Just DIE already!!!" was basically what I was thinking throughout the entire battle scene. I think I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I wasn't so close and if the movie was about an hour shorter.

AND AS ALWAYS, S. Weaver does an amazing job as an alien.

This week I've dropped 3 more pounds despite two parties and a lack of exercising. Holla!

Mirrored Gyms

It's been so looooooong! Goodness!

Don't worry, though! I'm still planning on running Hood to Coast. In fact... I just received an email about it. We got through the lottery, so it's going to happen as long as my body doesn't give out on me. ::crosses fingers::

My boyfriend's place has a lovely little gym that I can jaunt right over to and work out, so that's quite convienient for me. The only issue I have with it is it's mirrors. Ooooh, the mirrors. The harder I try not to look at myself jogging, the more I glance. My outfits to the gym have become increasingly loose fitting in attempt to not see my jiggle. My outfits to the gym have FAILED in hiding my jiggle. So. Much. Jiggle.

Which is why I've added dieting to my regiment! Hoody-hoo! I've added a "list" to the side of this blog showing exactly what I weigh. I weigh a lot more than I thought I did before the Holidays. Brutal. I'm already down five pounds, and will let you know my progress! Because I know you care.

I've also got a camera on it's way from Georgia, so hopefully very soon this blog will be a pictured blog! Much more entertaining that way.

So, yay! I'm back! And now I'm leaving as I'm starving and have some tomato soup calling my name.