Ramble.

(So I still haven't left for Fairfax. This week has turned out to be a bit unorganized. It's more or less a combination of the weather, her work schedule, and the whole thing being a bit spur of the moment.)

I've spent way too much time thinking and reflecting, so I've decided to just ramble about nonsense for this one. WITH PICTURES! ;O


Although I didn't go to Fairfax today, I did not let my day go to waste! In an attempt to make my new living arrangements look spacier, I did some rearranging and cleaning. This room is so small, I've run out of places to put things, and I still have boxes of stuff sitting around. I think I've done a good job though:


Not bad, eh? Eh?! Above is a corner full of video games and DVD's.

This is the monitor corner, complete with John Mayer. He's singing about not trusting himself with loving someone. If I was gay/female, and he played that song for me, I'd be on all fours. Just sayin'.


Unfortunately, I haven't been able to replace the newly dubbed "chair of doom." When I moved out of my apartment, I decided to trash my computer chair, which was borderline falling apart, and had it replaced with a chair that WILL kill you if you use it long enough.

Okay, I didn't decide this on my own. I was forced by a buddy of mine along with my dad.

Nobody will ever understand my personal attachment to that chair. :(

Anyways, the Chair of Doom:

1: Has absolutely no cushion whatsoever.
2: Is barely large enough to fit a normal person's ass.
3: The backing of the chair only goes about 1/4 up your back, leaving it in excruciating pain.
4: WILL KILL YOU.

Granted, this chair is not meant for long periods of sitting. Hell, it's probably not even meant for short periods of sitting. But considering my current situation, I can't be picky, and I didn't have much to choose from at my parents' house. So this will have to do for now, or at least until my back finally decides to go out. I don't think I have the endurance to withstand more than 45 minutes at a time in this chair.

Speaking of endurance, in the last two years, I've gained probably 15-20 lbs. This has taken a direct effect on my energy. I can remember coming out of a relationship about five years ago, and the only thing that could get my mind off of that "first love" breakup was working out. A friend of mine had dragged me to Gold's Gym one day, and before I knew it, I lived and breathed for working out.


Lately...not so much.


However, I've recently gotten back into it, and there is a fantastic reason for that. Several nights ago, LJ, Andrew, and myself got into some shenanigans over at Andrew's place. Seeing as it took LJ and I roughly three hours of driving in the wilderness to get to Andrew's house, we got there hungry. To satisfy this hunger, LJ insisted on ordering pizza from Domino's.


Brooklyn Style Pizza.


For 45 minutes, we anxiously awaited this Italian slice of heaven. And then it arrived. We brought the pizza upstairs and opened up the box, only to find this grease filled monstrosity that apparently Domino's considers a pizza:


Warning: IF YOU VALUE YOUR ARTERIES, DO NOT ORDER THIS PIZZA.

One and a half slices later, I called it quits. I could literally feel my heart begging me to stop. The other guys ended up tapping out shortly after, and for the rest of the night, out of all three of us, I think LJ felt the guiltiest about eating that thing.

We ended up bugging Andrew to make us popcorn (yes, Andrew has a popcorn popper in his house), get us drinks, and entertain us with his million gadgets and gizmos; anything to get our minds off of our clogged arteries.


So yeah. My encounter with that pizza has forever changed my outlook on food and health.

Speaking of outlook, I've made several major decisions that will impact the rest of my life. However, it's getting late, and I think I'll save that rant for another night.





love. peace.