Serafina being sad and pathetic
Oct. 25th, 2003 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20I didn't post a review of "Slumber" because there didn't seen much to say on it that hadn't already been said. Except, perhaps, I liked Sara's little growly-girl faces at the Red Dude in the last dream; they made me laugh and want to kiss her because she was cute when she was trying to be all brave.
She's my new girlfriend. ;)
Anyway, I enjoyed the ep., except for Sara going off on how much Clark loved Lana, etc. Because, up until then, everything was fine, but I know Clark loves Lana, I've known it for the past 3 seasons, I don't need everyone to keep telling me. Show not tell, boys. Or, translanted into monkey for Almiles, "Ooohhohhoooh, ahhhahhhahh, ooohahhhohhh."
Warning: I end up sounding really sad and pathetic further down. Read at your own risk. ;)
Had a weird day at the gym. I haven't been working out because I'm too exhausted right after school and it's too crowded in the evenings. I don't like a lot of the classes offered, or the times, and I hate a. waiting for all the workout machines and 2. being surrounded by men. I'm little, I'm blond, I'm thin, and I have no patience for anything I've seen in the gym, whether it's meant for me or not. I want to work out and leave, never interacting with anyone.
So, I decide to ask if maybe the pool isn't as crowded at night. I can deal with one other person in the lane, but since no one knows how to correctly swim with more than one person (it's like driving, people; you go up on the right side of the lane, and then you swim back on the right. No, the other right, not the same one). I ask the guy at the counter about the pool and he tells me it's not all that crowded and the gym itself is dead on Thurdsay and Friday evenings and, hey, what type of workout am I doing today and I'm going to come check out your form later.
...
I get through most of the workout when he arrives with Beautiful Girl. Damn him. He starts correcting my form and helping me out on the machine I was on, totally making me feel like I'm being experimented on at one point because both him and Beautiful Girl stoop to feel my calves as they are working. Now, as you may or may not know, I'm a fairly quiet person. I don't, you know, tell people to back the fuck off and I don't want their help, well, ever. So I submit to this and the abs workout help gracefully because of this and the fact I figure 24 hour fitness ows me for the crap "program" my trainer gave me when I first signed up (you know, the one that was scribbled on a piece of a paper and mostly illegible).
After the workout, he pulls me to his 'office' to discuss my fitness goals. I tell him I can't afford anything, because I make no money. (I need to find a way to say this in a way people understand; the Sierra Club guy who wanted donations didn't seem to hear this. It must be my english). Grey (the trainer) tells me taht he's not tryign to sell me anything, blah, blah, blah. He also has a hard time believing my only goal is stress relife. I finally convince him (because "no weight loss" is probably not a fitness goal, and I'm not ready to share that perhaps my butt could go down a little so it was in proportion to my nonexistent waist, making pants fit), and he wants to do this and this and this and this and why don't we meet tomorrow?
"I'm gonig to a party," I tell him, of which I am quite proud of because it sounds so much better than, "Sure, okay, I dont' have plans and never have plans, so whenever is good for you." ;) So, he makes an appointment for next week, and I'm still wondering what the catch is because he said *again* it wouldn't cost (at least, he said he wasn't selling anything and if he tries to charge, i won't pay, so this is all very weird and I'll see what happens next week.
In the meantime, I'm done with the 5th grade class I aws in and am moving to 2nd in a school whose location is a mystery to me. It's nearby so I'll go searchign for it later. I also need to figure out what type of alcohol to bring to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
happyminion's party, which is always stressful since I don't drink and therefore don't know what I like to drink, so I stand at Rite-Aid for 30 minutes near tears trying to decide before bying something I end up hating. I have to say, I blame my parents for not teaching me how to make friends so when I turned 21, there was no one to take me out and teach me to drink.
That happened when I was 24. I almost cried at the bar trying to decide, before getting a margarita. Then I had a panic attack and fainted.
Anway, I *finally* get to eat, so I'm off to eat, find my school, and buy some clothes. See ya'll later!
She's my new girlfriend. ;)
Anyway, I enjoyed the ep., except for Sara going off on how much Clark loved Lana, etc. Because, up until then, everything was fine, but I know Clark loves Lana, I've known it for the past 3 seasons, I don't need everyone to keep telling me. Show not tell, boys. Or, translanted into monkey for Almiles, "Ooohhohhoooh, ahhhahhhahh, ooohahhhohhh."
Warning: I end up sounding really sad and pathetic further down. Read at your own risk. ;)
Had a weird day at the gym. I haven't been working out because I'm too exhausted right after school and it's too crowded in the evenings. I don't like a lot of the classes offered, or the times, and I hate a. waiting for all the workout machines and 2. being surrounded by men. I'm little, I'm blond, I'm thin, and I have no patience for anything I've seen in the gym, whether it's meant for me or not. I want to work out and leave, never interacting with anyone.
So, I decide to ask if maybe the pool isn't as crowded at night. I can deal with one other person in the lane, but since no one knows how to correctly swim with more than one person (it's like driving, people; you go up on the right side of the lane, and then you swim back on the right. No, the other right, not the same one). I ask the guy at the counter about the pool and he tells me it's not all that crowded and the gym itself is dead on Thurdsay and Friday evenings and, hey, what type of workout am I doing today and I'm going to come check out your form later.
...
I get through most of the workout when he arrives with Beautiful Girl. Damn him. He starts correcting my form and helping me out on the machine I was on, totally making me feel like I'm being experimented on at one point because both him and Beautiful Girl stoop to feel my calves as they are working. Now, as you may or may not know, I'm a fairly quiet person. I don't, you know, tell people to back the fuck off and I don't want their help, well, ever. So I submit to this and the abs workout help gracefully because of this and the fact I figure 24 hour fitness ows me for the crap "program" my trainer gave me when I first signed up (you know, the one that was scribbled on a piece of a paper and mostly illegible).
After the workout, he pulls me to his 'office' to discuss my fitness goals. I tell him I can't afford anything, because I make no money. (I need to find a way to say this in a way people understand; the Sierra Club guy who wanted donations didn't seem to hear this. It must be my english). Grey (the trainer) tells me taht he's not tryign to sell me anything, blah, blah, blah. He also has a hard time believing my only goal is stress relife. I finally convince him (because "no weight loss" is probably not a fitness goal, and I'm not ready to share that perhaps my butt could go down a little so it was in proportion to my nonexistent waist, making pants fit), and he wants to do this and this and this and this and why don't we meet tomorrow?
"I'm gonig to a party," I tell him, of which I am quite proud of because it sounds so much better than, "Sure, okay, I dont' have plans and never have plans, so whenever is good for you." ;) So, he makes an appointment for next week, and I'm still wondering what the catch is because he said *again* it wouldn't cost (at least, he said he wasn't selling anything and if he tries to charge, i won't pay, so this is all very weird and I'll see what happens next week.
In the meantime, I'm done with the 5th grade class I aws in and am moving to 2nd in a school whose location is a mystery to me. It's nearby so I'll go searchign for it later. I also need to figure out what type of alcohol to bring to
happyminion's party, which is always stressful since I don't drink and therefore don't know what I like to drink, so I stand at Rite-Aid for 30 minutes near tears trying to decide before bying something I end up hating. I have to say, I blame my parents for not teaching me how to make friends so when I turned 21, there was no one to take me out and teach me to drink. That happened when I was 24. I almost cried at the bar trying to decide, before getting a margarita. Then I had a panic attack and fainted.
Anway, I *finally* get to eat, so I'm off to eat, find my school, and buy some clothes. See ya'll later!
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Date: 2003-10-25 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-25 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-25 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-25 06:13 pm (UTC)Scary? Not so much. It's about as scary as a typical episode of Buffy. There's more emphasis on the movie's drama than on getting scares.
Gory? Yeah, kind of. But it's not extreme, and it's nothing you can't turn your head away from.
Watch it! Watch it! Share my underaged crush!
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Date: 2003-10-25 05:32 pm (UTC)If you're curious about drinks that actually taste like something other than floor polish, I can recommend strawberry margaritas, mimosas (champagne and orange juice), and white zinfindel wine. Good luck at the party!
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Date: 2003-10-27 06:35 pm (UTC)I've also been told that you should go to the store on Monday before they stock the shelves and see which wine selections are almost empty. Then, if you ever have to buy wine, you buy the ones everyone else bought. ;)
Thanks for the advice!