Thursday, November 18, 2004
Jane Eyre and clap push-ups, somehow not unrelated
Hey ya.
I'm watching Jane Eyre at the moment. I bloody love this movie. Loved the book too. But the movie is so wonderfully visual, and so well-cast. I'm at the part where Jane inherits her fortune...ah, but she was so much sweeter when "poor and plain." Jane is my hero. So principled and devoted, so self-sacrificing. So much like Emily Bronte herself.
Anyway...
Dinner with the Boy last night, finally! A lovely evening and sleep-in morning (to hell with classes!), and some much needed warmth and affection.
My profs gave extensions for two of my essays and I am happy as a fuzzy little clam.
Had my second meeting with Mel, aka Personal Trainer from Hades, yesterday. I am exaggerating of course, as she's really very lovely, but I hired her to push me and she's done an admirable job of it. I hurt for days after a session with her, and the fact that I made it to the gyme again today was nothing short of miraculous and used up just about all the willpower I had left. I was sooooo tired and since Mel had told me not to eat any sooner than half an hour before going to the gyme, I was also hungry. I nearly gave up about ten times on the way there and ten times during, but I managed to struggle through half an hour of running like a hamster on the treadmill. It gave me a nice opportunity to people-watch, and physically it wasn't so hard, but I wanted to stop every 30 seconds or so. It was basically just mind tricks that kept me going, like "just five more minutes..." (funny how effective I can be at lying to myself), until I had actually made it to thirty. I saw some interesting people at the gyme today, including a dude who was shoulder-pressing 90 pounds plus the bar (he is my hero), and another guy who reminded me a lot of K. of Irish fame, same build, same height, doing sets of ten unassisted chin-ups on a bar. I was much impressed. Then there was the dude with the native design tatooed on his arm doing clap pushups. From now on, all a guy has to do to impress me are clap pushups. They are SO hard! I jest of course, but that is a serious selling point for me.
I came home in the cold and the dark, still hungry (rice cakes suck), and worrying about being assaulted (like the peanut walking home late at night) along Fraser Street, cause it's a bit dodgy in the evenings. I was followed by a guy for a while who turned out to be skinny and short and very young -- I was kicking myself for worrying so much, but there are some serious crazies in this neighbourhood so I probably had reason to be concerned. I should start carrying pepper spray like Dag -- just until I'm strong enough to do clap pushups, anyway.
The cat seemed oddly pleased to see me -- there was lots of mewing and attempts made to cuddle up to me. I had to get some food in to my tummy before reciprocating, however. Kind of like someone else I know.
I had lunch with my mom downtown yesterday, which was nice. I picked her up some orange tulips on the spur of the moment, which I haven't done for anyone in ages. We got a chance to talk, which was nice, but I didn't tell her how worried I was about events in Calgary and what the hell we're going to do about that. It's really just a whole new set of concerns. It's funny how when you're young, your family seems less screwed-up than it really is, and then once you're older it starts to seem more screwed-up than it probably is.
I am wickedly cold at the moment, even in my rabbit sweater (I never knew angora came from rabbits, but now that I do, I grieve), and somehow, bizarrely, I feel still in school week/workout mode, like I should be pumping myself up for something. Maybe it's just a sign of more push-ups in my future.
I feel sad for Margaret Hassan. This whole Iraq business is looking worse every day. Why won't we wake up and look around us? Ignorance is a luxury that none should afford.
Push....clap!
Gotta get on with it I guess.
-Nome of the Rabbits
