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July272014

I signed up for a free week of hot yoga and it was incredible. I’ve never taken yoga from an instructor nor participated in any sort of fitness class, so this was the perfect opportunity for me to break into both. I didn’t know what to expect. The media makes it seem like you’re going to want to fart, but thankfully that wasn’t an issue. I was also somewhat worried that being surrounded by beautiful yoga pants wearing women in aesthetically pleasing positions would stimulate the wrong parts of my mind and body, but I was able to overcome that mostly because, (un?)surprisingly hot yoga is an incredibly vigorous workout. I’m an amateur, so it was a struggle just to keep up with everybody else around me. There was no time for a boner.

Seventy-five minutes later, and I felt like I got my money’s worth. I had originally planned to make it to seven sessions because there are seven days in the week, but I could only make it to three. My body was sore. I normally think of yoga as a slow and peaceful endeavor, but this particular style had me rapidly alternating between stances and working out nearly every muscle in my body. I love a good sweat, and being in a cramped heated room with a ton of strangers had me leaking like a faucet. I think that I’ll have to commit to a full month in the winter.

The best thing about signing up for this course was the fact that I specifically set aside time each day to exercise. I have a hard time finding the time to work out because I don’t make time to work out. I fill in the blanks in my life with exercise, but because I am so exhausted from everything else that I’m actually doing, I am too tired to exercise, which sucks because I know that after a workout I feel revitalized. I just have to remind myself that sitting on my ass all day is only going to make me feel worse than going to the gym.

I don’t even actually have a gym membership. When it’s cold I hit up friends who have free gyms in their apartment complexes and when it’s warmer I elect to exercise outdoors. The only problem with being outside is that I don’t sweat as much and I don’t feel fulfilled! Sweating isn’t everything, but if I’m not perspiring at the end of a workout I feel like I failed. Shouldn’t I be soaked? At least a little bit? It sucks when I run six miles and come home dry.

I need to start making exercise a priority in my life. I always think about how I want to turn this fat into muscle, but I can’t even find the time in my day to do that ‘scientific seven-minute’ workout, yet I can sit in front of my computer and television screens for hours at a time. Maybe I find what I can do with my keyboard more intellectually stimulating, but exercising my brain can’t come at the expense of exercising my body. I need to be able to find time for both. 

8PM

I am so tired of watching poorly written ‘coming of age’ tales on my television screen. I can always expect to be shown a completely uncharacteristic segment in which a child at a dining table has a violent outburst towards a dinner guest.

I think what makes this kind of scene so annoying is that the child is nonsensically transformed into something that they are not just long enough for the actors to halfheartedly run through what might as well been a dream sequence. Afterwards, the character reverts back to their regular self, and no mention of this contempt towards their parent’s dating life is ever mentioned again.

I mean, if more time was spent exploring the idea of an antagonistic character asserting themselves into the protagonist’s life and actively attempting to replace their out-of-the-picture parent, then I would understand the use of the scene. But, more often than not, everything is just done so lazily and rushed and the victim of the onslaught barely gets an introduction or an exit. Instead of being a vehicle for character and story development, we’re just left with a piece of the puzzle that doesn’t necessarily fit in. Some writer’s cleverly leave blanks for us to fill in, but I just don’t believe that is the case with these kinds of scripts.

I just feel like these scenes should have been edited out. Sometimes I feel like I was an atypical child because I respected my father’s decision to move on. While I’m sure that there are many people out there who relate to these narratives more than I could ever, I’m just sick of seeing them executed so poorly. The simple solution would probably be for me to stop watching them altogether, right? And maybe start writing my own, so that other people with nothing better to do with their lives can tear my version apart on their own blogs.

Oh, how I’d love to give the world that satisfaction. 

July262014

The Cowboy from Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion was at my job and nobody told me. They kept calling him “Justin Theroux.” 

5PM
Neon Trees | Summerstage, NY | 7 July 2014
Their set list featured a variety of hit songs such as:
Lessons in Love (All Day, All Night)
Love in the 21st Century
I Love You (But I Hate Your Friends)
Teenager in Love
Mad Love

Neon Trees | Summerstage, NY | 7 July 2014

Their set list featured a variety of hit songs such as:

  • Lessons in Love (All Day, All Night)
  • Love in the 21st Century
  • I Love You (But I Hate Your Friends)
  • Teenager in Love
  • Mad Love
4PM
Neon Trees | Summerstage, NY | 7 July 2014
Somebody waved a gay pride flag in front of my face for the duration of the entire show, but I didn’t mind because I had won these tickets for free and was not that familiar with the band. I listened to Neon Trees’ entire discography in preparation for the concert. I could have sworn that a majority of their love songs were centered around girls, or maybe I just misinterpreted the lyrics and assumed that they were hetero love songs because heterosexuality is viewed as the default in our society.
I’m really only bringing this up because the vocalist paused the show and made it a point to let us know that he was a gay man. It’s interesting how I made no conclusions about him based on his hair, wardrobe, and dance moves, but I automatically assumed that he was straight based on his music lyrics. I’m sure that there are a million reasons why he sings these songs about women. For example, the drummer, with the most amazing last name ever, occasionally gets up from her drum set and fronts the band. Maybe each and every love song is about her.

Neon Trees | Summerstage, NY | 7 July 2014

Somebody waved a gay pride flag in front of my face for the duration of the entire show, but I didn’t mind because I had won these tickets for free and was not that familiar with the band. I listened to Neon Trees’ entire discography in preparation for the concert. I could have sworn that a majority of their love songs were centered around girls, or maybe I just misinterpreted the lyrics and assumed that they were hetero love songs because heterosexuality is viewed as the default in our society.

I’m really only bringing this up because the vocalist paused the show and made it a point to let us know that he was a gay man. It’s interesting how I made no conclusions about him based on his hair, wardrobe, and dance moves, but I automatically assumed that he was straight based on his music lyrics. I’m sure that there are a million reasons why he sings these songs about women. For example, the drummer, with the most amazing last name ever, occasionally gets up from her drum set and fronts the band. Maybe each and every love song is about her.

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