Heh. It really has been, hasn't it? I've been enjoying a lot of other stuff lately that I haven't had time to finish my arts and stories, let alone update this blog. What occupies my free time, asketh the void? Four syllables. Gym, TV, books.
Let's start with gym. I've already posted about how good my new gym is, but I never expected for it to be this great. Met several new friends--ehem, hot straight dude friends--and so my workout is always a blast. My body is constantly improving (I measure myself, I mean my muscles. ...What?) that I'm already tossing out some of my skinny jeans that won't get past my hamstrings--they grew too big too soon that I decided to minimize my leg routines.
The latest development (just today, actually) is that I have been commanded some control over the gym music. (As I mentioned before, it's a local gym so the social dynamics are warm and accommodating--the wholesome kind.) I feel giddy just thinking people will be doing bench presses while listening to Keane's Crystal Ball or Phoenix's 1901, or doing calf raises over The Shins! (Get it? Calf, shins, calf muscle, shinbone...whatever.) But eh, I added some Eminem and Pit Bull and Lil Wayne in there, too. After all it's still a gym, not a lounge.
I was thisclose to adding Glee songs, hee! Thankfully my rational mind took over and stopped me. Not to mention, I'll probably spend my entire workout laughing my ass off at people's reactions over hearing show tunes in a gym. Huh. I think that phrase qualifies as an oxymoron.
As for TV, well I'm a total sucker for TV shows, particularly American TV series. I'm glad for the return of Chuck, Glee, Dexter, House, Caprica, Supernatural, Parenthood, The Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl and Modern Family--told you I watch a lot--but the new shows are plainly unappealing. I tried The Event...eh. No Ordinary Family...eh. It's sad that nothing stands out this year. Maybe The Cape once it's on. As of yet, I may be forced to download other stuff I've been hearing about, like Being Human and The Gates. Or perhaps I'll just re-download and re-watch the early seasons of Charmed. Heh.
Lastly, books. Just finished Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and (for the second time) Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. He is officially my favorite author nowadays. His words speak to me, and speak about me in the real and metaphysical sense. I had a lot of weird happenings in my childhood--scary, fantasy, and/or supernatural stuff--and Murakami's works somehow affirm that what happened to me were absolutely real while still bordering on the imaginative, and that excites and comforts me at the same time. It's weird and I hope I can explain it beyond that, but I'll have to dig deeper to clear things up even for myself.
Anyway, I'm gonna be posting some finished stuff soon. Ciao. Stay off drugs.
