Prideful

There's no place like home....or San Francisco...or both, as the case may be.

My job, as banal as it can be sometimes, decided to participate in SF's Gay Pride parade. I took this as an opportunity to be fabulous on all accounts. A reprisal of my role as the Tin-Man, albeit a little less clothed, was a marvelous undertaking. I'm still a bit sick a few days later but it was worth it. And today I have 18 days of p90x under my belt (as you might notice in the picture) and the first month of my laborious contract is over! Huzzah!

Hungry

like a hungry, hungry hippo.

I hope it means that I'm burning a lot of calories but GODDAMMIT am I hungry. I mean, I was always kind of an eater (read: always watching, always eating, always judging) but lately I've been saying OM NOM NOM frequently. Big meals, too.

I suppose you could take this a step further:

I am hungry for change

I am hungry for things to settle down

I am hungry for big things

I am hungry to one day not work for more than two days at a time.

Starrrvvvinnnggggg

August Twentyseventh

In just a few shoooorrrtttttt months, I'll be a few thousand dollars richer, in WAY better shape and ready to move on to the next exciting, awesome adventure. I just have to deal with the job and the roommates and the workout fatigue. Small obstacles to conquer!

Here I am, on my lunch break. Looking for something more to eat. Boy, am I hungry. Apparently tonight's work-out is Kenpo inspired. That'll be fun.

rrrrrripped

I've started doing p90x. Apparently, at the end of the third phase I should be in pretty decent shape. I've been "bringing it" according to the work out DVDs. Also, watching what I eat and trying to be generally healthier. So, that's good. This whole "job" thing makes me really thankful for the few hours that I have off each day. It might be the endorphins or whatever, but I'm in a pretty good mood lately. I guess that comes with not being financially destitute or a slob. Cool.

21.6 cents per minute

It's starting. I got my first paycheck today. Whooooo!

I've done some math: with the scholarship(S!) i'm getting and all the work I'm going to be doing this summer, I should be A-okeymothafucking-kay for Germany. Now all I have to do is not get fired during the next three months.

I'm looking forward to Germany. And Viola-friend's wedding, pride, weekends, Good stuff : ]

Also, I just started going to the gym. That'll be pretty sweet.

Emotionally fragile

sweatpants and a whole carton of ice-cream: The Gian Hernandez story.

hahahaha. Oh well, going to start going to the gym tomorrow. Let's see how many days that's going to last (weeks? months? hopefully)

was thinking about all of them boys. Those stupid, stupid boys. The ones I've known and the ones I haven't. The ones that were slightly less stupid and the ones that were infinitely more....

attractive play-going companion- I guess I never did see you at graduation. hahaha

Special Friend - glad we're going to stay on opposite ends of the planet.

The Russian - we'll be closer physically but still distant probably

Blue eyed boy - now *I* am the unavailable one

Mein Freund - hoo boy...

And here's to the more to come.

Soulless

This is it. During the first weekend off from my recently acquired job, I feel like I must slowly grow back the humanity that was stripped from me by punching the 9 -5 (6 actually) clock. These few days have taught me a lot about myself. The thing that I take away the most from this experience is that I could never, ever, ever work a job like this if it was the last thing that I ever did. I couldn't. If I never hear the words "verify" or "security" again, it will be too soon.

However, it is a means to an end. And I shouldn't blog about it too much because I don't want to end up like one of my favorite bloggers, who was fired for complaining about her job. Scary. I need this too much. Even if it means no freedom during the summer. Germany, Germany, Germany, Here I come.