"Same thing we do every weekend, Brain."
"Try to take over the world?!"
"Negative. We'll fantasize about fictional characters and work on getting a nice bikini body in case we ever run into said fictional characters, or Josh Groban."
I've been trying to get into better shape for a vacation I will be taking in soon. WOOT WOOT! Therefore I went to the gym to hit some weights. (Side note: I lifted more than a boy... and he wasn't Asain!)
Of course the gym is crawling with glorious eye candy and I'm thinking of all these amazing clever things to say.... but this is what comes out...
And off walks super hot guy...
To help distract me from papers that I need to write, and research articles that I should be reviewing (systematic reviews of blood infections caused by central lines) my buddies talked me into going to the movies. They practically twisted my arm off.... Really, I talked them into skipping their workouts and eating Panda Express.
Might I add how ridiculously high the treats at the movie theater are... so I snuck in my Orange Chicken.
BAM!! Take that movie theater!
While anytime anything becomes a hot read I question the quality of it. (50 Shades, anyone?) However, Divergent isn't bad. It's a nice break from the 1500 page text books I have to read. And even worse then hearing a ton of people shout "This is the best book I've ever read!!!" While I hush my inner thoughts of, is that the only thing you've ever read? Is when said hit stories become movies.
Firstly, I'm now faced with the numerous amounts of people saying, "I didn't know these were books?!"
Secondly, when they make unnecessary changes to the story (ahem, the entire ending!)
Thirdly, the casting is almost always HORRIBLE (umm, I'm glaring at you Twilight)
BUTTTTTTTT WAIT. HOLD UP. WHO IS THAT?
Four.
Que Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet Overture.... Specifically, 9:00 into the song when the flutes chime in....
(AKA the Sim's music when they fell in love) **Nerdgasm**
I'll spare you the details of the many times I said things in response to him such as
Theo James/ Four/ Tobias "Tris, what am I going to do to make you mind?"
Me (shouting) "Maybe you should spank me?!"
Apparently this is another Brit I have the hots for. Move over Matt Smith. See ya next Christmas, Benedict Cumberbatch! I've got a date with a different fictional character this weekend!
Did you know that Anglomania is a psychological condition causing a person to be turned on by and or obsessed with the British accent. If anyone ever makes a nursing note on my psychological state of mind, I'll be sure to tell them that.
Side note: Four was always my number in volleyball. Maybe it's in the stars.
After my night of splurging on popcorn and Chinese food I had to follow that up with a few nice runs in the park. (I managed to run 35 miles this week. WOOT! It was BEAUTIFUL outside.)
<If you want my more serious side about running click HERE>
Tell me if I'm just being a fat kid, but sometimes does fresh mulch smell like beef jerky?
Yeah.... It totally does... psssh... I'm not fat...
I begin to get super paranoid running in public. Where I used to run I would see maybe three cars for a 13 mile run. Now I see people. EVERYWHERE. It's fucking annoying. I always try my best to smile at everyone and be friendly just in case they are murderers or rapists in hopes that they will think I'm friendly and leave me alone. You wouldn't kill a friendly person would you? Nope. Didn't think so. Also I carry a couple knives on me and keep mace in my bra. {very paranoid}
I can't help myself but look all around me and think, Gee, that's a good place to hide a dead body. Am I the only one that does that?? It's not that I'm looking for places to hide dead bodies but instead I'm thinking, don't find a dead body, don't find a dead body, don't find a dead body.
Yep. Totally normal.
There are weeping willows everywhere and plenty of brush. Not to mention a bunch of ditches you could hide a dead body in. It's always good to be prepared for anything.
(I know, my skill in microsoft paint is astonishing. Why the fuck is this chick going to graduate school anyway? Her artwork is both provoking and breath taking.)
Whilst, I sprint back to le humble abode, I remember how Kevin Bacon... Mmmm, bacon. NO! Stop. Focus. How did they survive? I decide I must make the ascent to the rooftop of my building.
I've always felt that my building looks a lot like the one from Ghostbusters.
So instead of writing on here, instead of studying for exams this week, I ran and read all weekend long. It was amazing. Exactly what my soul needed.
74 degrees out. Who wouldn't want to do this instead.
Also, I love that somehow the "not" has rubbed off. I'm pretty certain I won't try to be all Dauntless and won't attempt to climb over the edge; even if the sign tells me to.
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