Sunday, September 11, 2005
We just finished week 9 of running. How? I don't know. But we did.
I really like muscles, and I don't know why. Because I have been running my calf muscles have started to bulk up. Stephanie and I literally walk around our house and our campus occasionally pulling up our pant legs to go "oh yeah, man, check this out." "ohhh look at this rock". We're idiots, I know, but we're very excited idiots.
Anybody who knows me knows I like to check out my biceps. Now, my biceps are nothing spectacular, but I do have some muscle. However, Stephanie can beat me in an arm wrestling contest, so I realize they are not that great. Sometimes I will be talking to a roommate and I start feeling my biceps or showing them to the person I am talking to. One time I was talking on the phone to someone, and without even realizing it I started flexing and checking out my arm muscles. I realized what I was doing when Stephanie started laughing at me. I don't know what the fascination is. Perhaps I should have created a more athletic lifestyle for myself earlier so that I could really have some greater muscles to admire.
I would also like to say that spontaneous dance parties are where its at. Last night Stephanie, Natalie and I danced like idiots around our living room, with bands such as Nirvana, Fine China, Joy Electric, the Promise Ring, and Cake blasting. I found a new dance move that I like, and we all had a glorious time. We also spent last night watching a movie about Patrice Lumumba, with the guidance of our Kenyan friend, Barnabas. We spent the rest of the night talking about African politics, what Barnabas likes to draw, people who used to go to school here, the world, and then playing with Graham's instruments in his room. Oh, and we topped it off by watching Saturday Night Live which just happened to be the re-run of the Ashlee Simpson scandal. How sweet it is.
I really like muscles, and I don't know why. Because I have been running my calf muscles have started to bulk up. Stephanie and I literally walk around our house and our campus occasionally pulling up our pant legs to go "oh yeah, man, check this out." "ohhh look at this rock". We're idiots, I know, but we're very excited idiots.
Anybody who knows me knows I like to check out my biceps. Now, my biceps are nothing spectacular, but I do have some muscle. However, Stephanie can beat me in an arm wrestling contest, so I realize they are not that great. Sometimes I will be talking to a roommate and I start feeling my biceps or showing them to the person I am talking to. One time I was talking on the phone to someone, and without even realizing it I started flexing and checking out my arm muscles. I realized what I was doing when Stephanie started laughing at me. I don't know what the fascination is. Perhaps I should have created a more athletic lifestyle for myself earlier so that I could really have some greater muscles to admire.
I would also like to say that spontaneous dance parties are where its at. Last night Stephanie, Natalie and I danced like idiots around our living room, with bands such as Nirvana, Fine China, Joy Electric, the Promise Ring, and Cake blasting. I found a new dance move that I like, and we all had a glorious time. We also spent last night watching a movie about Patrice Lumumba, with the guidance of our Kenyan friend, Barnabas. We spent the rest of the night talking about African politics, what Barnabas likes to draw, people who used to go to school here, the world, and then playing with Graham's instruments in his room. Oh, and we topped it off by watching Saturday Night Live which just happened to be the re-run of the Ashlee Simpson scandal. How sweet it is.
