thursday i went to the gym for my usual 30 minute elliptical on cross-trainig-program 2 thingie.
then i went to unicycle club and proceeded to fall, bounce and ride for the 3 hours i was there. i bounced more than i rode, and i rode more than i fell. SUCCESS! 
Graphic Communications has changed me. Too much. I can no longer look at a pre-designed flyer without picking apart EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH IT. I feel even worse when it's the flyer for a friend. And equally so when I know who designed it. But seriously. Electronic files are not the same as printed material. I'm not going to go into three years worth of good yet cost effective document design. You pay your own d*** $18000 +taxes to learn this stuff.
Jill, I'm sorry, but whoever designed your flyer knows nothing about the print industry
I watched “The Biggest Loser” last night, being the premier episode. I have this to say: Worst. Reality Show. Ever. Seriously. Obviously it's all about “ganging up on the fat people” to get them to lose weight, and I'm sure every person on there has a very valid reason to be on this show other than the quarter of a million dollars. But could the cheese factor be cranked up any higher? This was Survivor meets the Apprentice meets WEAKEST LINK. “You are NOT the biggest loser, goodbye!” Holy crap, you would think that British woman would sue the producers or something.
I think the worst part is what these contestants are being put through. Of course losing weight is a mental mind-game. Of course it's gonna be hard and its going to suck. Of course everyone is going to lose an insane amount of weight because they do nothing all week but eat (sensibly), sleep and work out. But the show seems extremely flawed in its conception. Forgetting the term “muscle weighs more than fat” since a pound of muscle is the same d*** thing as a pound of fat, but muscle is DENSER than fat. Going by drop in body-fat percentage would have made more sense. Or even going by “inches lost” might have made more sense. These people are working out. They might be gaining muscle mass. Which means that jumbo-tron scale they've installed into this stupid house isn't all that accurate.
I could go on that show and constantly be low. Don't drink liquids for 24hrs before each weigh-in. Run around the house with a plastic bag over your body. Win the “weekly weigh-in” challenge or whatever.
I think the worst is the attitudes presented here. Obviously everyone wants to win the quarter million or they wouldn't be on the show. But really, the reason people join the gym together is so they can motivate each other. The reason there's stuff like “Weight Watchers Groups” is to encourage each other. It does nothing for anyone if you're backstabbing your teammates behind their back, and trying your hardest to make sure the other team fails in their challenges.
The funniest, is that during every commercial break, there was at least two McDonalds commercials.
This sucks. I should learn to not take the first offer given to me, but what can you do when it's nearing the Christmas Holiday season and you're one of the few left unemployed? Anyways, after finishing my training and all that jazz, I am *now* getting flooded with phone calls from people who want to hire me to be their retail b****. And these jobs are all offically closer, and would be more comfortable (dress code wise) than what I accepted already. But I'd gather that I'm getting paid more at the job I am at now. Of course, I accepted the job I have, so I'm not going to back down and take something else. I signed my contract, and it wouldn't be fair to have all this training from them & all that stuff. Whatever, my contract ends December 24th so who knows if I'll even be employed over the new year? And this way I can maybe get that DVcam & 200 thread-count bed sheets I've been lusting after. But a sporting-goods store would make so much more sense for someone like me!! *le sigh*
Having four jobs at once would suck if there was actually stuff to do for all of them. Thankfully SMUT has yet to actually ask for my assistance, and Feisty Productions isn't a 24/7 job. Although I am supposed to help poster at some point. I just need a phone call saying when to show up in clothes I don't mind getting glue all over! Oh, right. Four jobs and a contract. Only I don't actually HAVE a contract. And I'm playing a waiting game. It's a good thing I don't have the time to do rush-jobs, and have all the time in the world to wait.
Anyways, my new side project is going swimgingly as I continue to think of weird and obscure things to put on it. The problem is, what do people put on personal webpages?? I can't figure out how to throw on my own MovableType blog, so there goes that idea, although it did encompass a lot of psycology stuff I wanted to do… Unless someone wants to help me? Please? Pretty please with vegan-cream and all-natural raw cane sugar on top?
So the term “study” means absoloutly nothing to me. I have a midterm in Organizational Behaviour MHR405 on Monday at 9am but what am I doing? Updating my IAM page. What did I do this afternoon? A training session for my new job. What did I do this morning? Same training session for my new job. What did I do before I left the house? Watched a good 40 minutes of Corination Street. What did I do yesterday? Wished Badur a happy birthday (even though his birthday is TODAY. At around 8pm EST. Really! About 3 more hours from now!)
It was fun. I showed up mostly on time. Meaning I was the first and only person there. Because I tend to do that. (Show up on time) But I got to hang out with people I havn't seen in MONTHS and maybe even YEARS. Like Phil. hahahahah! But it was cool. Tom & Derek (& Liz) & Jana & Caroline & Tim all arrived. Nikki & Scott showed up out of the blue and I stole half of Scott's 1.6L SunnyD even though he thinks he drank it all. I might have a financial analysist help me with my business plan project for school. And a lunch buddy for the next little while. And also a better plan to my big bad tattoo/scarification piece. And I “mingled” with a bunch of people who's names I have NO CLUE, the best being a urinal in a privately owned residnece and a full-body drier. AND I got to be a showoff to Phil's… boss? and hop on a unicycle.
I tried to study before the party though. Really. I did. I just need to do some more. But I have the hankering to redecorate my room. *Ahem* Yes. Because organizing is SO MUCH FUN. </sarcasm>
So this is a short entry. For me. Go wish this cradle-robber a happy birthday! (But don't tell him I said that!)
