Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I WAS In A Pretty Good Mood Tonight

Tonight, I made my first trip to the gym in six days. Due to my bubonic plague over the past few days, I hadn't been able to go.

After a pretty good four-mile run, I left the gym. On my way out, I checked my bad self in the mirror and have to say I was pretty pleased, considering that I've been sick for the past few days. I was looking pretty good in my new Barbour coat and my hair, for once, was actually doing what all that expensive hair product that I buy is supposed to impart. I felt loads better after breaking a sweat. Yay for endorphins.

I got home and sat down to a dinner of some finger-licking good leftover fried chicken that I made the other day and a baby spinach salad and parked myself on the couch to watch an episode of The Simpsons. I was finally kicking that cold to the curb and feeling normal.

Then I went to go check my email and got a really weird email from a guy who I've seen once or twice. We were going to hang out this Saturday and he sent me an email saying that he got the impression that I had lots of guys lined up and that he didn't feel it would be a good idea to meet up for dinner. Then he closed with "Have a good weekend."

WTF?!? First, of all, my social life is so boring, that a Librarian probably has more fun than I do. Secondly, this totally came out of left field and I don't know where he was getting his basis. I'm not even dating this guy, and he somehow rejects me.

Some people can be hyper-sensitive, or I don't know what to call this. This reminds me of a recent klutzy move I made while having dinner in Houston with a group of people--a mix of people who I knew and didn't know. I was squeezing some lemon into my iced tea, when horror of horrors, the juice squirted into the face of my neighbor. Talk about total delayed reaction. I had basically squeezed the entire lemon half before I realized. I almost died of embarrassment. Everyone at our table thought it was funny, but the guy who got lemon all over his face (and his glasses) was actually really mad and gave me the cold shoulder all night, despite my profuse apologies.

I honestly think sometimes that jerky guys exist just to give bloggers something to talk about.

Monday, December 10, 2007

How Fit Are You?

A friend of mine is one of those marathoners, constantly training for the next race in rain or snow, a lifestyle choice which I will never understand. Anyway, he told me recently that he has a resting heart rate of 60 bpm, which is pretty impressive, I think.

So I measured mine this morning, and saw that mine is 65 bpm. Hmmm. Not too bad. But, sadly, I don't think this is indicative of any superior cardiovascular conditioning. In reality, I think I've achieved this by the simple fact that I am forever in a constant state of nearly asleep, proven by the fact that I can fall asleep anywhere in under 5 minutes

Sunday, December 09, 2007

My Immune System Sure Does Like To Work

I haven't been sick since my encounter with Flu. But now Flu has sent his cohort, who I'll name "Stu." "Stu" isn't quite as strong as Flu, but he did make me cancel tennis for Saturday and Sunday, which sucked because I've been playing well, and am currently on a three-match winning streak (I'll credit my new Andy Roddick serve that I've been working on.)

Thankfully, Stu isn't nearly as bad as Flu. Still, Stu has made me feel like I started my day by banging my head against the wall 10 or 15 times, and then going about my day. But I did manage to drag my ass out the door and escape the layer of germ infested air in my apartment to meet teahouseblossom for brunch! It was very exciting for me to meet another blogger. Plus, she literally lives a hop, skip, and a jump away from me, so we really didn't have an excuse NOT to hang out.

So I did my best today to not look too sick (in fact, I wore my new Rag & Bone shirt jacket, a line co-founded by Natalie Portman's hottie new boyfriend, Nathan Bogle), but also not to look too healthy, which is harder than it sounds.

It's a delicate balance you need to maintain – the balance of appearance and actual degree of illness. I've given it a lot of thought (apparently) and can say that the trick is that you want sympathy; you want people to lower their standards and say, "Oh that's ok. You don't have to do anything. You're sick." But if you take it too far, you run the risk of being “that asshole who got me sick”, or worse, “that gross guy with the snot on his shirt.” You need to be clean, but not dressed in your best clothes; awake, but still slightly groggy; and, above all, you need to come off as though you are battling through your sickness for the greater good of humanity and for that shred of human dignity that won’t let a little mucus get the best of you.

So I did my best today to look a little grungy, but not too grungy, as I was meeting someone for the first time, after all. And I did my best to not be too gross with all my tissues and blowing my nose every five minutes, and yet still maintain my dignity (not that I've really EVER been that dignified.) And I think I managed to maintain the delicate balance required since I think I made a good impression, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself today at brunch, and meeting someone new for my future superhero troupe.

Now it's almost midnight and time for bed. But I'm going to bed realizing what an idiot I am, because I just learned that the Advil Cold & Sinus medicine that I've been taking all weekend expired in October.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

I Confess

I was tagged a while ago by Christopher to answer the following questions...This is my second meme! (Here was my first one.) I'm gaining in-roads into blogger world. Woo-hoo!

Taken a picture completely naked? Nope.

Made out with a friend on your MySpace/Facebook page? Not yet. I actually can't stand Myspace because every myspace page I go to has music playing. Um, I 've got my own music, thank you. Why would I want to listen to yours?

Danced in front of your mirror naked? Nope.

Told a lie? Sure. Who hasn't?

Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes...Story of my life, unfortunately.

Been arrested? Omg, I'd be pissing in my pants if I were ever arrested.

Made out with someone of the same sex? Uh, do you need to ask?

Seen someone die? Well, I skied past someone at Whistler one time, and there was a rescue crew around him. Later on, I found out that he had done a jump on his snowboard and landed on a rock on his chest, and had died. Pretty sad.

Slept in until 5pm? Embarrasingly, yes. I think I could sleep 12 hours every day if I wanted to.

Had sex at work? Nope, but have thought about it.

Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes, I took quite a few naps in the back row of classroom lectures.

Held a snake?
Nope. Snakes give me the heebie-jeebies. When I was little, I once ran over a snake with a lawn mower, and I heard some banging and then saw the two halves of a snake SHOOT out of the lawn mower chute. I ran over and looked and the two pieces were still moving!

Ran a red light? Yeah, and apparently, I had led a high speed chase for about two miles because I didn't notice that a cop was trying to pull me over. He hadn't turned on the siren, so I didn't hear anything, and I was just driving along. Boy was he pissed when I finally noticed and pulled over.

Been suspended from school? No, I was a good boy.

Totaled your car in an accident? One time, a moped smashed into the passenger side of my car. Who knew a tiny moped could do so much damage?

Pole danced? Nope.

Smoked? Tried it. Didn't like it.

Been fired from a job? Nope.

Sang karaoke? A couple times. And actually, at my friend's birthday dinner, the karaoke system had this interesting grading system based on a score out of 100 points. Me and another guy sang a Backstreet Boys song and got a 95! The highest score by far of the night and one of my proudest moments.

Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Hmm. I'm sure I have, but can't think of anything at the moment.

Laughed until a drink came out your nose? Nah.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Sure.

Kissed in the rain? Sadly no. My life is not a romantic movie.

Sang in the shower? Nah.

Given your private parts a nickname? Nah. I'm kind of a prude, I guess.

Ever gone out without underwear? Not really. That kind of grosses me out.

Sat on a roof top? Sure.

Played chicken? I don't even know what this means.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Well, I haven't been pushed into a pool. But I have FALLEN into a pool with all my clothes on. I can be quite the klutz. Well, actually one time was on purpose. I thought it would be fun to jump into the pool with my bike when I was a kid, and to be truthful, it kind of was.

Broken a bone? Sure. Read here.

Mooned/flashed someone? Nah. See my answer above about "nicknames."

Shaved your head? Not completely, but have come pretty close. I do think about it sometimes because putting product in my hair is a real pain.

Slept naked? A few times, but I don't really like it because I get cold. Plus I've discovered these pj lounge pants made by American Essentials, that I swear, if I could live in them, I would.

Played a prank on someone? Sadly, I'm not very creative.

Had a gym membership? I'm addicted to Equinox.

Felt like killing someone? Clients, coworkers, friends...take your pick.

Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Nope. Have they made me? Sure.

Cried over someone you were in love with? Yes.

Had sex more than 10 times in one day? Whoa. Is that even possible?

Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? I think I would pity someone who had these as a pet.

Been in a band? Yes, in Middle School, I was like Lisa Simpson and played the saxophone.

Subscribed to Maxim? Nah, the only magazine I subscribe to is New York.

Taken more than 10 shots of alcohol? Um, probably. But I doubt I would remember anything after taking 10 shots.

Shot a gun? No.

Had sex today? No. I'm as sick as a dog right now and SO not in the mood.

Played strip poker? Nope.

Tripped on mushrooms? No. Unless you count getting heady over truffles, then yes.

Donated Blood? Yes, but not in a while.

Video taped yourself having sex? Nah. I'm not very photogenic.

Eaten alligator meat? Nope. But I had crocodile when I lived in Oz.

Ever jump out of an airplane? No.

Have you been to more than 10 countries? Yep, and counting!

Ever wanted to have sex with a platonic friend? Um....yeah.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Speaking Of Hot Guys

The other day I was watching World Fashion Tour and got a glimpse of Karl Lagerfeld's super hot bodyguard.I can forgive the borderline silly penguin sweater and also having the responsibility of hanging around bitchy, silly Karl Lagerfeld as an actual job for looking as sexy as he does. Apparently, he's a former boxer and is straight. But one can dream.