I couldn't figure out what the other picture is that I wanted to put up, but I just thought of the shower in the basement on Pembridge that was totally meant for group showers, real world style. Remember?

THIS IS BS

I took way too long to put a post on this sheezy considering how much I lol'ed at your last post.

First of all, you are very correct. If you close your eyes during group exercise, and your fitness instructor has a penchant for 80s/90s ballads, it's very easy to imagine being at Sea World. If you actually hear a splash, though, it's probably time to get up and leave because nothing good just happened.

I just went through my entire iphoto library and all your flickr pictures (you know, one of those days) and here are two I thought would be nice to share/discuss:



Hokay, so, the choco cake is in front of me and the gross-looking fondant-covered cake is in front of you and I'm thinkin that most likely we had switched plates at this point - because I always go sugary and you always go chocolatey. What do you think? Do I not have enough important things in my life to think about?



And then there's that one. lolol.

Maybe I don't want anyone else to ever read this blog...

some A-topical topix or Poor Us

Yes, I think it is possible for this to be a casual a-topical (without topic) blog... thinking of topics has actually been getting me down lately. Too much pressure. Let's just share some thoughts and organize them later. BUT if topical-izing is the way you ruminate (or bloginate) on things, then forget everything I'm writing right now.

Some thoughts during fitcore today:

a. I want to make a piece where the dancers wear headset mics. When I was listening to the fitness instructor today, I realized it is very easy to imagine you're at Sea World or those museums with indoor dolphin pools when you hear someone speak into one of those things.

b. There's an oldish woman who comes to this class a lot who always moves her lips during the exercises. It kind of looks like she's counting but if you look closely, she's definitely saying numbers out of numerical order (ie 5, 2, 8, 4). She also does those little hand embellishments that one of your teachers does sometimes.

3. I want to make another piece called "Poor Us" and the first section is going to be called "This is Bullshit."

4. I saw that guy Emmett in the library today. The guy Ruth used to date. I immediately remembered how he had the best/wierdest semi-pick-up line ever which was: "So... I get my braces off on Tuesday." (remember? I hope Emmett never reads this.)

I've been thinking about this poor little neglected blog lately and how it is not at all ready for human consumption - maybe it should never be for humans besides us? Maybe it will be more useful when you move away and we can ONLY communicate via blog? I've heard that people in NY are too busy to talk on the phone or text, so they just blog. Twitter and blog. Sounds kind of gross.
The word blog reminds me of how, when we both had myspace profiles for five minutes sophomore year of college, your profile pic was of a lady with 80's hair and a blue dress in a reclining position and the little quote thing next to it said "i'm not into blogging." I hope you've had time to reconsider that in the past four years; although obviously you have because here we are.
So, since parents ruined everything, is this the new wall-to-wall? Should it be more casual than this post? I guess I just feel like it needs more of a 'concept,' and that would make it easier to update.

I saw this today

and then I went to the mall.

If it were a few years ago and all of our bosses and parents weren't on facebook I would write "You and the Little Mermaid can go fuck yourselves." on your wall.

mow