Sometimes I just want to tell someone to fuck off.
I bet they know it too.

Whoa, I haven't written since last Wednesday.
Shit, italics. Hmm, I kinda like it.

No, I don't.

Hmmm update... my life is consumed by gym and eating healthy.

ok work took over and I got busy. Will update later.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Yea, I'm not writing it allll out but long story short, today I got a personal trainer. No money but who gives a shit. What's money when it's about your health! Friday, 5:30, first session.

I am picturing myself like on that show Biggest Loser where the person pushes you so hard you throw up.

Fun Narine fact: Last time I threw up I was 17, working at Baskin Robbins, got sick. Threw up in the bathroom, got right back to work.

So. Good luck to me.

The guy giving me my assessment today killed more of my dreams. I try so hard to eat healthy at home but all my choices end up being bad. I thought I had a good thing going with the following...

My usual snack: Activia Yogurt with strawberries and granola... healthy? No! Apparently yogurt is crap and full of sugar. Same with granola and strawberries. WTF.

For dinner I was scared of what to eat cause everything scared me so I put asparagus and mushrooms on my new griddle and ate it. It wasn't tooooo bad but meh, boring.

ok I'm rambling. Goodnight.

love it!

I've been eyeing that table for like over a year. It's from IKEA.

Ugh.
I bought hot rollers thinking I'd have awesome curly hair. Noooooo.
I look like an idiot. What makes hot roller any better than a curling iron? I like my curling iron.
I paid $50 out of a gift card I had. Do I return it? Can I? It's used now. I don't know if I'll ever use it again and I'm mad.
Practice makes perfect? I'll have to keep trying.

Update: Ok. I like it. I woke up and it looked better... I just had to touch it up with my curling iron. So, together, hot rollers and curling irons can work magic.

Face Off... not the movie.

Last night was the season finale of Face Off. This reality show I got into. It's a bunch of people who do special effects make-up. Anyways, I got a crush on Connor right from the start and then he ended up winning.
I pick winners. hah.

Watch his little audition here... cause i know you really want too.

Ok Friday 3:30... go faster. I want the wee-end!

Flickr

I love this girl's Flickr account. So colourful!

Stuff.

Hmmm nothing worthwhile to say... but I have pictures!

Last week-end I painted my room. Here is a snippet of it.

... and here is a shot I took from my coffee table that I liked. Too personal? Meh.

Lastly, I had some friends over tonight. Call it a "Girl's Night". We stuffed our faces with all you can eat sushi then came back to my place and played board games. Conveniently, the Sex and the City movie was on. We watched it. Oh, I made 'popsicle brownies'. Copied from a blog I found. Click here.... her's are prettier. Mine were done quick.

Sunday tomorrow. Going to the parents house to eat their food. hah. I'm serious.
Bye.

Awkward hug.

"I think what defines a person is what you do when no one is watching".

There's some Blue Jays commercial on TV right now and one of the player's starts off saying that. It keeps sticking with me. It's true. You're really the true "you" when you're alone and no one is watching.

That's all I got.

Love it.

I guess I could have a lot to write about but I'm feeling lazy.

Update without picture. Although this would be a lot more exciting wth a picture. I painted my bedroom. I woke up, googled the closest place to buy paint without travelling (how convenient, right beside my grocery store!) came home and painted the back wall of my room a darkish pink/purple. I love it.
I also went to Ikea yesterday and bought a new duvet cover. So I feel like I have a brand new room.

WINNING!*

haha. Ok I'm not going to do that ever again.

* Charlie Sheen inspired verbiage.

I smelled Swiss Chalet in the lobby and now I want it.

Update: I did the right thing and went to work out. On the way back up the elevator, there was a Swiss Chalet delivery man in there. What the hell!!

Boys at the gym

So I just came back from the gym in my building. I hate walking in there and seeing men. Not for the reasons you might think. I'm not self conscious or something and feel shy. No. I hate how cocky men are. Or, at least that's how I see them.

Guy today: Does a rep of weights, flexes his muscles in the mirror, goes back to weights, checks his muscles out again. What? Do you think you're getting buffer by the minute?

Random other guy: On a mat on the floor, shirtless, with a laptop playing some exercise video he is following. Why couldn't he do this in his own living room?

I don't know why this bothers me so much. I just want to yell at them all and say stop staring at yourself in the mirror.

I think ultimately this is how I would want my hair... but I don't think it's possible.
Random google search. Poor girl has no clue her pic ended up on a blog. hah.