9:31:19 AM .:. Oh oh oh, my dear friends. Monday was a day. I went to work and couldn't really play on the puter much. We're upgrading my dinky iMac with OS X and Office X. Which means we are trying to somehow import all my Microsoft Outlook Exchange mail to Entourage. It ain't happenin', people. Let's move on.

I went home and called Jeffy up for some Aladdin's action (notice how much I like this stuff?) I like it so much that I still eat the food when I'm not hungry enough to actually eat. Yeah yeah yeah. Fortunately, the watiress was having a tough time of it and gave me time to say, "Stomach. Be hungry! Good stomach."

One would think that after a two hour meal (or so), going home and relaxin' is A-Okay and appreciated. But one may also know that Christen has this wacky work-out plan she's trying to stick to. Yesterday was lower body weight day. Her present for completing such a task? Watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. Let's get pumped.

Um... let's talk for a moment about deep knee lunges for your hamstrings. They KICK MY ASS! I was heavy breathing, swooning, calling for my mommy. It was something else. Then I thought to myself, "Hm, Chrissy-dear, let's flip the page in this handy exercise book and see if there just happen to be any other hamstring exercises other than this one--even though we already finished the entire set!" (NEVER, under any circumstances, call me Chrissy. I will have to kill you.) *FBI need not be seriously concerned. It's called "a joke."*

Somebody kill me. There it was. Dead weight lifts. WAY easier. Too late. Didn't do them .

My lower body workout went faster than the upper body and aside from the killer lunges, I didn't feel that I accomplished much. Until this morning. As you may or may not know (nor care), I walk to work every morning. Sometimes I take a short cut through the hospital, but the weather is gorgeous here in Rochester (a miracle) and so I walked outside. There's a road I have to cross that is four lanes wide. No big deal, right? Just jog across when cars aren't too close and everything's good.

Um. You ever have those dreams when you're running to save your life, but your legs aren't cooperating? They're going in super slow-motion, mocking you! I felt like I never had legs before! It was awful! My legs were all crumbly and wobbly. Shaggy and Scooby over a hole. That was me.

But then a cute guy walking to the business school smiled at me.

I did not trip. *snark*

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Monday, February 25

9:45:46 AM .:. Good morning, darlings. I'm awake...and incredibly sore. See, I started my whole new "exercise" program thing. I lifted weights on Saturday, then did 25 minutes of cardio on Sunday. Today I'm supposed to do weights for the lower body and tomorrow, 25 mins of cardio again. Then upper body on Wednesday and, you guessed it--25 mins of cardio on Thursday. (Friday, thank god, is my day of rest). I'm pretty proud of myself. I studied what exercises to do, what weight I should lift, when I should eat afterwards, all that good stuff. I can actually feel it when I do the exercises whereas before, I couldn't because I wasn't doing it right!

Well, as you may know (because I cannot contain my excitement), my first yoga class is tomorrow night. And now you also know that I'm a bit sore. Have you ever tried taking your shirt off? It's a lot harder than I thought. It just plain ol' hurts. HURTS. Curse this exercise thing. I'm prepared for the pain that yoga will most likely inflict with this soreness, but even more, am confident that after a yoga class, my soreness will minimize drastically.

This weekend was short, but I did a bit of good stuff. Jon and I DID got to Aladdin's on Friday night... Yay! Then on Saturday, Jon and I went to Galyan's. I bought myself some new weights. I worked out (took forever) and Jon and I watched "The Curse of the Jade Scorpion," a Woody Allen film (we like him). Saturday night, I drank a little at a friend's party and learned that I suck at "Caps." Sunday morn, Jon left for the week and I did my cardio (curse exercise!), rented movies, and watched a lot of "Sex and the City." Had dinner with friends. Made postcards with friends. Slept...all alone. But I'm not sad! I got the whole damn bed to myself! So there! Of course, I do need a new lunch partner.

Now I'm bored at my job. That's right. The one I hate. Hi-ho, hi-ho. I hope you have found this post as exciting as that brown dirt you got for your birthday last year. Ha ha.

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Friday, February 22

3:25:39 PM .:. There's a new entry posted in WWPN.

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11:53:55 AM .:. The Friday Five

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well? Gemini. I'm doing some research on what the general "Gemini" consensus is and here's a dappling: Geminians can become deeply involved emotionally, and another, hostile to sentimentality, which stands back from a romantic situation, laughing at it and the protagonists in it, including themselves while analyzing it intellectually. Gemini subjects take nothing seriously. So, in love, in spite of their temporary depth of feeling, for the intensity of involvement lasts only while it is new, they are superficial, light-hearted, cool, flirtatious and unimaginative in the understanding of the pain they may give others. (taken from here. So as you might guess, half and half. Naturally, I don't think I'm all those negative things they think I am. AND, I want to keep in mind that I was supposed to be born one month and three days BEFORE I was actually born, which is a whole other astrological thing.

2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received? I'd like to replace this with Christmas gifts. Well, no. And yes. See, my father always gave me just birthday cards. And once, he replaced my desire for a pink Huffy bicycle (like the one he got his girlfriend's daughter) with an old rusty purple thing that didn't even work right. Well, one Christmas, he got me a five subject notebook and a slinky.

3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received? That is SOO easy. My boyfriend (darling darling Jon) got me horseback riding lessons. It was completely unexpected and so PERFECT.

4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far? I'm really not sure. I remember the first time I had a birthday party, when I was 13. I'm sure I did when I was younger than that, but I don't remember much of it. I think it's the lack of family photographs. But Jon is great on birthdays. He makes me a cake, gets me balloons, candles...the works.

5. What are your plans for this weekend? Tonight, Jon and I are going to Aladdin's (I think. With Jon you can never tell if he's serious or not; he's the teasing sort). Tomorrow night is a birthday party, and Sunday Jon is leaving for Vermont for a whole week. I may have a little girl get-together for the Postcard Fairies.

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11:11:27 AM .:. Um, Jeffy, we won't mention the double-ended d*ld* thing starring this here Jennifer Connely, now will we? (For all curious, Requiem for a Dream; not your typical Jennifer Connely movie). Thanks for the quiz link, Courtney!

I'm Sarah. I'm imaginative and creative, though a bit of a brat sometimes. If I use my wits, I'll get what I want. Nobody has power over me!

Take the "Which Labyrinth character are you most like?" quiz by smarmy

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11:05:19 AM .:. These tests are something else. Like that great movie quote: It's a compliment, but really it's an insult.

Which Buffy Girl Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

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9:43:42 AM .:. Quizzes won't make me feel better about Danny Pearl, but it helps to forget it...like most of life's rotteness. In high school, during Desert Storm, I used to write essays about the war, how scary it was, blah blah blah. Somewhere along the line, I got embarrassed about it and shut up. I suppose that's what I'm doing now too.

You are most like Winnie, embedded in ice! Created by Thren. Which Gashlycrumb Tiny are you?

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9:39:39 AM .:. I can't be more angry or sad about this. I'm sad for his wife and their baby... Man. I hate this.

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9:32:15 AM .:. Brava to my first online friend, Kellie, for giving her ten-year-old son the sex talk. I'm very proud of her and hope all parents lead by her example. Just like languages, children learn EVERYTHING better when taught at a young age, and knowing about sex so young will instill a confidence, a respect, a dignity about sex that is seriously lacking in many young men and women who turn out to be either irresponsible, or consider sex to be bad rather than healthy. So anywho--though these may not be the reasons she talked to him, and though it may not be her own feelings about sex and the talk's results, I'm still glad. I hope other parents listen up! Your kids are growing out there while a lot of people in your generation are still trying to figure out how things work. Remember when you were ten?

Damn. I knew a lot of shit when I was ten.

Never underestimate the mind of a precocious child! You could end up saving them while your face is beat red; but it's worth it!

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