December 14, 2004 – 10:54 am
My brain is still kind of mushy, but in a different way. My level of stress, besides the occasional “Oh Shoot! I Have [Blank] Due Tomorrow!” adrenaline rush, has been pretty low. Thank goodness I’m not hopelessly depressed like I was this time of year last year and the year before that. I blame this on the cloudy, bubbly feeling of my brain the last few weeks. I blame the cloudy, bubbly feeling on the enormous amounts of sugar I’ve been consuming and the billions of hours spent staring at the computer screen.
I think my family is starting to think there’s something wrong with me. I hope they don’t get me therapy for this. My parents might interpret a lot of internet usage as “OH MY GOSH! MAX HAS CUT HIMSELF OFF FROM CIVILIZATION! WE NEED TO SPEND HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS ON THERAPY TO MAKE HIM BETTER!!!!” I mean, when I was in therapy (for obsessive hand washing), my father and I usually spent each session arguing over whether preferring to hang dry my clothes instead of tossing them in the dryer qualifies as insanity. THE DRYER SHRINKS THEM, OKAY?! I’m NOT hallucinating!
My constant carbohydrate/sugar consumption is also making me somewhat tense and irritable when not sitting in a relaxed state. I totally freaked out while trying to decorate the Christmas tree. The cord was showing from the christmas lights! Is the cord supposed to show? NO! I actually used profanity under my breath! I totally need to wash my mouth out with Clorox now. And my brain.
Besides the little bits of irritability, never ending cloud-headedness, and procrastination-caused anxiety, my life has been pretty good lately.
December 11, 2004 – 5:51 pm
December 10, 2004 – 5:57 pm
So, Russell calls me up yesterday afternoon and tells me to come over to his house. I ask why, and he says he wants help with his hair. Russell just recently got a haircut and it looks much better. Even though it’s kind of feminine and flapper-esque, it looks better than his previous shaggy dog, stoner look. I tell him I’ll be right over.
When I get there, he tells me he wants me to help him out with his fashion sense. I laugh and say, “What, do you think I’m one of the Queer Eye guys?” I agree to help him anyhow. He goes up to his room and shows me some of the new clothes he’s purchased. I agree that they look better than his usual Transformers t-shirt and wrinkly synthetic pants outfits.
Now, when people get me started on a project, I may start out somewhat blase, but after a while I go INSANE. Like Adam’s garage sale thing. We never did it, but I had so much planned for it! Priced baskets, fancy signs….
So, when I got into Russell’s room, this is when I started to get into the whole “Let’s Make Russell Over” thing. He asked me what kind of clothes he should wear. I said in a very sophisticated tone, “well, you seem like more of a cold color person to me. That means blues, greys, blacks purples….” I had him go on his computer and look up a color wheel graphic so I could show him what colors matched and what colors didn’t. I offered to lend him some of my old GQ issues.
We went to the bathroom so we could do his hair. I showed him the very 2004 way of sliding your bangs in a curve to the side, kind of like Seth on the OC. I then told him he should flick up the ends a little bit. He did. Whee! It’s so much fun to tell people how to look and not be mean about it! Maybe I should be an image consultant!
December 9, 2004 – 8:04 pm
December 8, 2004 – 1:49 pm
December 7, 2004 – 9:02 pm
I was feeling kind of under the weather today. I haven’t slept well the past two nights. I blame it on all the sugar I’ve been consuming. I hope I don’t go into a diabetic coma from all of those Little Debbys…. but they’re SO GOOD. Since was was so exhausted that for the first few periods, voices echoed as background sounds in my head and my eyes were drooping.
I decided to skip gym. Well, not skip. That be SO not me. I decided to tell the gym teacher that I wasn’t feeling very well, and I guess that’s partially true. One part was that I was kind of tired and that my arms were cramped, but the other part was that it took me about five days to get over the pain from doing all of those push ups and I was terrified of doing them again.
The whole asking permission from the gym teacher thing would have been a whole lot easier if I hadn’t done the same exact thing like seven times during the first marking period. What can I say, gym just isn’t my thing. So, upon entering the gym, I quickly decided that I would not get changed and I went over to the teacher to tell her I wasn’t feeling well.
She seemed a little annoyed, but she let me go to the library. She marked me as unprepared until I bring in a note, though.
December 6, 2004 – 7:46 pm
<< Click thumbnail to see big design. – So I’ve been wanting to make an Ani Difranco mix CD thing for Adam for a really long time. Since Adam showed me the cover of the mix CD, and that got me in the whole mix CD making mood. I put together seventeen of some of my favorite Ani tunes into a playlist. Whee! Then, I thought, why not design a cover, too? I searched google for images and found a few good ones. I made the front cover first. That was fun. Then, I decided to make a BACK COVER. After that, I think, what the heck, why not join the two together to make one awesome CD sleeve thingy? SO I totally put the two images together and made one big awesome CD sleeve thingy! And it’s HOT! Like, I’m having a design orgasm over it! Wheeee!
December 6, 2004 – 4:44 pm
December 4, 2004 – 2:10 pm
December 3, 2004 – 9:40 pm
Today in Gym class, after an embarrassing warm up of strange jogs including high knee jogs and “butt kicker jogs,” my gym teacher sat us down on the floor and told us that we’d soon be tested on how many push ups and sit ups we could do in two minutes. A chance to show publicly how little upper body strength I have? For two minutes? Whoo-hoo! Then. Then, he told us that right then and there, we were going to practice to see how many of each we could do in thirty seconds. Now, thirty seconds might not be two minutes, but it’s still REALLY long. Especially if you suck at both push ups and sit ups and don’t exercise at all because exercising is tacky.
The gym teacher put us into pairs…. of two. We were supposed to count how many of each our partners did in thirty seconds and then switch. To my horror, my partner was actually quite good at push ups. She got about twenty six in the thirty seconds. I tried not to act too freaked out when it was my turn to do the push ups. I put my “I know I have no upper body strength and I’m a skinny little white boy, but I’m going to make the best of it” look on my face and started pushing up. At first it wasn’t so bad. At least for the first two or three. Then it got hard. By about ten, my arms were shaking horribly each time I attempted to bring myself back up. When it was over, after nineteen horrible pushups, I did my little “I know that I look like a total idiot doing pushups, but I’m going to make the best of it and laugh it off” laugh to make it seem like I was one hundred percent okay with looking like a total idiot while doing pushups.
Then it was time to do the sit ups. And once again, I watched with complete terror at my partner’s ease with them. And once again, I was absolutely horrible. I think I got up to ten. When it was over, my whole upper body was aching horribly. And I still have a WHOLE TWO MINUTES of this to look forward to!
