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[rm]

In a purely non-metaphorical way I hate having the physical grace to do something but not the strength.

I also hate being in situations with rules of formality that are such that I won't know when I've fucked them all up until I do (i.e., advance research highly non-fruitful; rules of the game involve the beseeching of the naive -- OMG, how many words in this sentence revolt me)? Hate it. It makes me feel like I'm playing MAO (thank you sykii for the spelling clarification -- why do any of us know this?).

In other news:

- The raw food only people scare me, but I eat a lot of raw food because of celiac -- it's just easier and I'm exposed to it more because of where I have to shop. OneLuckyDuck.com's blonde macaroons are particularly excellent.
- OMG, I am so excited for the ball!
- OMG, Descensus momentum, happy happy!
- Why do I never, ever get interested in hobbies that aren't ungodly expensive (and aren't ungodly obscure, I might add)? Oh, right, "I'm just here for the accoutrments." I really don't want to be that asshole.


Wait, briefly back to first topic:

So lots of you all have online or offline diet buddies. Anyone want or need one for getting stronger? As I've said to someone on my friends list, being bilt the way I am, and being mostly post-dance means fitness for me has largely been n a vacuum, and therefor, I also largely don't bother (you've seen me try and fail here over the years). Anyway, I love my lovely arms, but I hate their uselessness. Anyone?

Finally: I know, I haven't even posted updates about how nothing is getting done on Strings. Nothing is getting done on Strings. After the ball. Maybe I have to reread Melusine to fill me with some more motivational rage. Heh.

Comments

[schpahky.livejournal.com]

I am on board from here, after recently watching my 98-pound tiny friend heft a desk all by herself while I was "helping" her move. She works in retail and slings boxes of stock all day.

If I could get myself back on the rowers at the gym three times a week, everything would be different. But I fell in love with the elliptical and went astray. Also, the weight machines intimidate me and I really just need to get someone to show me how even one of them works.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I actually really like weight machines. I just really don't like the audience.

[schpahky.livejournal.com]

The audience is my primary reason for not liking any machines if they are at a gym. But I love my gym, and will thus conquer such resistance.

[rm.livejournal.com]

It's weird, because I'm not shy ad not body shy at all, but it's one of those status games I can't win, and I hate that. Hate hate hate.

[amberite.livejournal.com]

This is why I go to 24-Hour Fitness, even though I really, really, REALLY hate the corporation and their tactics. I can go late-ish at night and there are like ten shy people not looking at each other in a gym built for a hundred fifty.

Occasionally I do have an encounter with someone -- like the time I saw a guy wearing a Lovecraft t-shirt, and said "Ia! Ia! Cthulhu ftaghn!" and we talked about the film festival a bit.

After ten-thirty or so, the norms have all gone home. And the night staff are much less annoying than the day staff.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Also, email tonight.

[schpahky.livejournal.com]

I love how you drum up PR for your emails.

[rm.livejournal.com]

More like, if I post it publically it sort of forces me to Get Stuff Done.