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"What the hell is going on here? What the fuck is that guy doing? Should I be doing it?"
Alrighty, two posts in one month? Is he back? Time will tell!
Things are very very bland in Chrisdom (not to be mistaken with Christendom). I go to class at around noon, I school for a while, I come home, I eat dinner, I go drink or play a game or something, I take a walk, by then its usually 3 or 4 am, I go to sleep. RINSE...REPEAT. Things are so repetitive I believe I can tell the future. Its giving me quite a complex. Not that im looking forward to all the major life changing decisions on the horizon either. By the way, im looking for input on whether I should take the bar in IL or IN.
Lets see...what else is amusingly anecdotal (yeah i dont spell). I went to the nutritionist/doctor the other week. My cholesterol has gone down from 'Legally you should be dead, freak' to 'Dear Lord ive never seen cholesterol this high', which was good news, because I really havnt been trying too hard to lower it, but it went down, so if I DO really start trying, I wont have a heart attack by the time im 25. Hooray for ME! The nutritionist was funny too, because last time I met with her we talked for like an hour about what I should be eating and blah blah. By the end of the meeting this time we were both laughing quite a bit. Deep down I think she hates me. She was askin me how I did this summer, and I had the break the bad news, this was some of the conversation that got me some of the most comical looks ive ever seen from a sweet old health nut of a woman...
"Well doc, lemme tell ya, not too good...but I did cut out soda"
"Youre not drinking pop anymore?"
"Well I am, but i dont buy it for myself"
"Then what do you do?"
"I drink other people's soda"
"If you make just plain oatmeal, and put some frozen blueberries on the stove when youre cooking it, its delicious"
"I dont eat breakfast, and I dont allow myself to use the stove"
"Well you should start doing both, fresh meals of fish and chicken tend to be better for you than frozen goods"
"Then just shoot me now"
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"Do you drink?"
"Yes, sometimes"
"You should cut out drinking"
"What are my other options?"
"Well, beer and alcohol arent very good for..."
"Lets be realistic and try to find me a plan I can work with"
"You should only eat about 1200 calories a day"
"Thats it? I eat 1200 calories for breakfast! (this was meant to be funny)"
"You said you didnt eat breakfast"
"I was trying to be funny"
"Oh."
"Now, how bad is it when I buy something I know I really shouldnt have...like how damaging is the occasional binge?"
"Well it depends on what it is"
"Well, how about a big bag of chicken nuggets?"
"Well, those are pretty bad for you, but in small amounts over time that probably wont..."
"I tend to eat the bag in two servings"
"Oh. Dont do that."
"You need to eat nuts"
(I didnt say anything in response, but I chuckled like a sixth grader, and have been using it as an insult since)
All of this sounds bad, but she did congratulate me on my not lying to her. She said she usually suspects most of the people she tries to help diet are lying in their reports. HOWEVER, on the insistence of my doctor, I have homework, like I need to put together detailed food charts of what I eat. Which im already not doing. Itll be a funny visit next time. I should videotape it. Really. Its funnier to me than you I think. Because I was there.
Thats really been the most eventful part of my life recently. Told ya it was pretty boring.
Hmmm. What else.
After a random dream involving an old best friend from sixth grade that moved away, I decided to google him. I found a blog that had the right name, and after reading the blog, I was pretty sure it was him, so I left a comment. Long story short, It was him, and now ive been corresponding with an old friend. Yay internet.
Ive recently been exposed to some reality show where rich kids have to drive cattle. Till that show, nothing on tv had made me madder than the E! whatever thing about the olsen twins. My hatred has a new vent. Ive never seen more than 3 consecutive minutes, and commercials, and its enough. Roar.
Alright, I seriously need to get to bed. This has been a random rant by me.