I'm home alone for the week. The whole week. The longest I've previously been left alone is one night. It's weird.
At first I was very excited, and now I am less so. I am bored. I've been giving myself chores to pass the time. So does anyone know of any good movies? Books? Video games? ANYTHING?
Know what is really, really pathetic? I'm addicted to a Katy Perry music video. What the fuck. It's shallow and stupid and annoying and weird, and I've watched it three times today. THREE TIMES. I even watched all the stupid companion videos from the sidebar. The video is called "Last Friday Night", and it's okay if you judge/hate me for liking it.
What the fuck is this, night of a thousand moths? Just killed one of those fuckers with a roll of tape. Sometimes I'm a-scared of what a badass I can be. I mean, that little guy didn't even see it coming. Then, BAM. Scotch Long Lasting Storage, bitch.
In better news, I'm getting back in shape. Slowly but surely. I almost have my six pack back. That sounds impressive, but it is not. I'm naturally super skinny, so it's not that hard. What is hard is getting bigger. I've been working out for weeks, and I've gained maybe ten pounds. It takes forever, and I don't enjoy being this skinny.
Why so many people mistake skinny as the ideal for guys? It's totally not. My damn sister would always tell me I couldn't be unhappy with my body because I am thin. But it seems to me like there's more of a "market" for guys who are a little bigger. I mean, the technically overweight linebackers still date the cheerleaders, right? And in the gay community, there's the whole bear scene.
Look, I'm not complaining. I'm just theorizing. And right now, my theory is that most people care about muscle mass more than BMI.