Getting Into the Swing of Things.

I am sorry if I start blabbing about complete uninmportant nonsense- I'm just trying to get into the habit of this. I'm pretty determined to make this stick. I'm wondering if I have any goodies to share...well, today is Boy's birthday. We gave him his presents the night before last, and he has been delightfully playing with them since. We got him the iPod Touch, and holy crap, I want to steal it from him. It is amazing, the amount of pointlessly delightful things you can accomplish while using one of these. We also got him Prismacolor markers, and we've been having fun with those as well. We basically just shower him with gifts. I have yet to be dragged to the gym against my will, but I'm being continually reminded of it throughout the day. I think they're going to bind me and gag me right after graduation, and just find delight as I suffer on the various exercise machines. Well, anyway, I will now be working on various sappy video montages for friends, as well as my graduation party, so I'm going to get to work on that. I'll post something a little more interesting later. Hopefully. Thanks for sticking in there if you happened to be reading. You get a cookie. :)

The Gym.

My summer is now beginning. Well, I guess it is. My last "technical" day of school was Friday. Now I get to do nothing after I graduate. Or so I thought. Boy has some brilliant plan of both us going to the gym three times a week, for multiple hours at a time. He has clearly lost his mind. I don't have an ounce of athleticism in my body. I mean, I dance, but I promise that is another realm of body movement. It doesn't involve me lifting weights, or dying. Mother decided to try to sell me on the gym idea by telling me that they have treadmills set in front of a huge movie screen, so I won't even notice I'm exercising. I seriously doubt I would be so lulled into a cinematic trance that I failed to notice I had stopped breathing. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure I've lost the "I'm not going to the gym" battle. Oh, what a jounrney it will be.