Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I can’t find my sports bra and that is really affecting my workout
Yesterday was going to be the day that defeated Some Girl. I am not sure that there was a plan or if the events were random. I think I would prefer to believe that a plan was set in motion to just piss on me because then I can comfort myself with the thought that every plan has an end. Random events can go on endlessly…and that scares me.
I didn’t know that Monday was going to be a bad day, but I had planned on going to the gym. Little did I know that I would go to the gym with a vengeance. A take no prisoners get the fuck away from me no you can’t get on this specific elliptical machine I do mind if you jump into the circuit and did you not wipe your nasty ass sweat off the seat kind of gym day. Needless to say, I got home tired and still pissed off at the crappity crap of everything that piled into my Monday.
I’ve been thinking maybe I need to find a better way to deal with my stress. Oh yeah, I forgot, that’s the function of my blog. Good to know.
I’ve also been thinking about image. My image is not exactly in line with what I think my image is:
Her: From one girlie girl to another, this is the best mascara I’ve found in YEARS!! Woo!! The brush rocks.
(Link: http://cover.com/cgcollection/eyes/mascara/mini_lashexact/index.jhtml)
Me: do you really think I’m a girlie girl?
Me: Bruce asked if I was always a girlie girl
Her: yes
Her: i think you’re definitely a girlie girl
Me: and I said, I’m not really a girlie girl now
Me: and then he laughed at me
Me: huh.
Her: i would too!
Me: serious?
Her: yes!
Her: you’re always meticulously dressed, your make up is perfect, you know about accessories.
Her: you’re a girl.
Me: right but I haven’t gotten a hair cut in months, if I didn’t have painfully dry cuticles I wouldn’t bother with manicures and being able to match a button down shirt with black pants doesn’t take that much effort
Me: so I am a girl, but not a girlie girl
Her: no, i think you’re a girlie girl.
Me: I demand a recount
Her: I’m asking [Atizzle] (ARE YOU HAPPY NOW???)
Her: i think she’s already at lunch though
Me: I object to your secondary source, she’s biased
Me: unless of course she agrees with me
Her: ha!
Her: why not poll on your blog?
Her: [Atizzle] says only “sorta”
Me: see
Her: (13:17:19) [Atizzle]: well, like, i don’t see her liking dresses and shit, but i see her liking accessories, which counts.
Her: HA!
Her: See?!?!
Me: sure I like my pink heels and stuff
Me: but I am not officially girlie
Me: you were all “YES”
Me: and I knew I wasn’t “YES”
Her: do you think I am a girlie girl?
Me: actually, no
Her: me either.
Me: I think you have girlish tendencies, but you’re too grounded and have an affection for things that fall outside of the the girlie purview
Her: I agree.
Me: so why I gotta be called girlie girl then?
And the thing is, there is a friend of a friend who is all about an image. She sat and read the Boston Globe while the Oscars were airing. She made mention of the fact that she saw Crash and it was amazing as was every other slightly political/deep movie ever made. But then…I had to explain all the political references made through out the show. It’s like she makes the effort to look like she’s into something but doesn’t really grasp some of the finer (and not so fine points). Don’t take this to mean I don’t like her, I really do, and we are friendly and chatty when she comes over to the house. I just started to wonder about image and the whole weirdness of her being came to mind.
The other thing, Bruce has said that I seem softer in person than I project on-line (email and blog). He’s not the first male to say something along those lines, somewhere in an old post (may or may not be up) I talked about this already. But when I did my informal poll, which was essentially asking her, she was all, not really.
I wonder.