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{Gym Chronicles} Bikini By Break?

Sorry, guys. This post is a little overdue. But, do you all remember my Break Boredom post? (Why are you still reading this? Go read that post right now.)

I have found my hobby. It's actually an old hobby that I used to have back in high school and a little bit when I went to Bethel. Anyway... my new addiction? EXERCISE!

Okay, I know what you all are doing right now. Stop Jennifer Lawrence judging me and hear me out.

I've always found exercise to be really fun. I got myself a gym membership at Planet Fitness (Do it! It's totally worth the $10/month), plus I can use the gym at my school and I go just about every day.Yes, there are some people out there that are against paying for gyms. I get it, I really do. But, I've found that paying for my membership actually helps me out. First of all, I could stay at home and break out the completely ridiculous 90's workout tapes (shoot, where's my VHS player?), but the space is limited and frankly, I don't like throwing weights around my living room (or soup cans because I don't have free weights anymore). Something will get broken. Second, paying to use the gym motivates me to get there. Why wouldn't I go? My $10 are at stake.

I am currently working on calling my renewed hobby something snazzy, just because I feel like when you go through some sort of life transformation, it should have a name. "The New Me?" Maybe that's a little overused. "Bodypocalypse?" Is that weird? Oh! Here's one: "Bikini By Break." I don't know. It needs to be something catchy.

As someone conveniently pointed out the other day, I have no extravagant plans for spring break (um, joykill much?) and I live in Northern Indiana, so maybe wearing a bikini over spring break isn't the best idea I've ever had.

Wrong! I will find someone with a hot tub. It will probably still be snowing because my spring break is in March, but I will find one and wear my bikini in it with my friends who are also doing this YetToBeNamed exercise thing. So, hot tub people of Northern Indiana, trust me when I say:
"Bikini By Break?" I think it's a keeper. Unless y'all have other suggestions. Get at me.

Hey, Jennifer Lawrence Judgers. Stop it. I know what you're doing.


{Some People} Men are Maddening

Can I just say "amen" to this blog post? Girl's Got Shine described my feelings to the T this week. Couldn't have said it better myself.




{Life Struggles} Break Boredom

As a lot of you already know, I'm a college student. About 3 weeks ago was finals week. I was dying (figuratively, but at the time it felt literal). All I wanted was to be on break. My plan was to lay in bed for days on end, catch up on sleep, read, exercise, go to the shooting range at least once a week, and hang out with my friends.

This was me just about every day since the fourth week of the semester: "I just need a break. Like a long break. I just want to do nothing."

I was this kid...

 So what am I getting at here?

This was me 2 days into Christmas break: "All I want to do is go back to school! I'm so bored. I just want to study something!"

I turned into this kid...

Okay, yes. NERD ALERT. But seriously, I have come to the conclusion that I don't know how to break. I don't know how I have survived winter breaks since Kindergarten. Like what do people do? I've tried reading, writing, exercising, dancing, crafting, baking, watching TV and movies, hanging out with friends and family, shopping, working, mini golfing, sleeping for countless hours, social media-ing, and I'm sure there's more but this list just got long and you guys are bored.

Anyways...I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been trying to escape my boredom all break. I really just need to go back to school... or get a hobby. But here's my problem with getting a hobby:

"Alright... time to get inspired! I'm bored. I need something to do. Let's find something!..."

5 seconds later...

"Facebook?!? How did I end up on here?!"

It happens every time, I swear. I don't even know how it happens.

Sigh... life struggles...



{Some People} Holiday Haste

Alright, so today I was walking across campus minding my own business when this guy started walking behind me whistling. Usually, I have no problem if people whistle. Like, dude you're all musically inclined and stuff and that's awesome... do what you do, bro. But this guy... He decided that whistling "Deck the Halls" would be the perfect tune to jam out to on Halloween.

I really don't like being a Scrooge, but really?! It's barely even November and you're already beckoning the snow, bad drivers, even worse shoppers, and awkward family gatherings? Really, Christmas is not that bad in my family (it's actually one of my favorite holidays), but I do believe there is such a thing as "too soon" when it comes to spreading the holiday cheer.

Stores: I do not want to see your Christmas merchandise already. One holiday at a time, people! This year, I heard that some stores had already started setting up their Christmas aisles in September. That is nuts! There's two big holidays in between September and December. I know it's a sales thing, but dang guys, I can't keep up.

Radio stations: If I hear a single sleigh bell before December 1st, I will boycott your station. Okay, not really, but please don't make me listen to Jingle Bells until I puke.

Home Owners: I get that the whole Christmas season is a super fun and exciting time of the year, but chill on the decorations, y'all. Your oversized blow-up snow globe things do not need to be in your yard tomorrow. It is not okay to swap out your Halloween decorations for Christmas ones. Oh, by the way, please don't do this either:

That's called overkill. Don't be that person.

So, to the guy whistling Christmas jams on Halloween: Sorry, bro, I just can't get with that. 



{Life Struggles} Fumes & Faith

My drive home from work today was interesting, to say the least.

Let me preface this story by saying that this morning I was running late for work. I had gone to the late service at church which generally allows me plenty of time after the service to make a break for work and still get there on time. Today, the service got out at normal time, so I had 20 minutes to get to work that would normally be 10 minutes away. Due to an accident, there was a roadblock on the road that is my straight shot to work, so I had to drive 10 minutes out of my way to avoid it.

I was cutting it close. I really should have stopped for gas this morning, too, but I just didn't have the time. That would have made me late, so I didn't stop.

Fast forward to 6 o' clock when I was getting off work. I walked out to the parking lot, turned on my car, and looked at my gas gauge. I was one little dashed line away from being in the red zone.

There's a gas station midway between work and my house. No problem. I thought I would just stop there, get my gas, and be on my merry way.

Or so I thought.

About halfway to the gas station, my low fuel light came on. I don't know about you guys, but when that light comes on, I start to worry. That's probably due to the fact that I've completely run out of gas before in the middle of an intersection (that was back in high school when I was slightly less wise and thought I knew everything).  But I vowed to never be that stupid again. Never again would I be so dumb and run out of gas just because I didn't stop at a station when I needed to. NEVER AGAIN.

So anyway, when my low fuel light came on, I straight up started praying. God, please don't let me relive this horror again. I've done it once in this lifetime and that was plenty. 

I kid you not, you guys. I pulled up to this gas station and drove to the pump that was closest to me. As I was reaching over to put my car in park, I incidentally looked up at the pump's screen. It had a little sheet of white paper stuck to it with a note that said, "Sorry. No power." Ok, no problem. I pulled around to the next pump, looked up at the screen, and saw a replica of the same note that the first pump had. "Sorry. No power."

Suddenly, it dawned on me to look around at all the other pumps.

You guys, I was in a "Sorry. No Power." hell. (Cue Bernard Herrmann's music from "Psycho")

Due to the roadblock that I talked about earlier, the nearest gas station now was the one down the street from where I work.

But that was back there. Like, back where I started.

God, I know you have a sense of humor. Please don't be funny today. Sincerely, Desperate.

I was freaking out. Don't judge me.

By the time I got to the gas station by my work, I swear my car was running purely on fumes and faith. But I made it. I didn't have to relive that awful high school memory.

Moral of the story: Stop procrastinating. Get gas when you need it, Stupid.



{College Adventures} Tuesday Travesties

Before this week, I thought Monday was the absolute worst day of the week. Apparently not. There's definitely something to be said about Tuesday.

This morning started out great. I had plenty of time to get ready for school, I had a plan for the day, I was feeling good.

Then I got to school.

I sat down in my first class and tried to log into the computer. Some error message came up about not being able to connect to a server or something. I clicked "ok" and tried again. Same message. Then, I overheard the people behind me talking about the server being completely down. I was still in denial, so I got on my smart phone and went to Facebook using 3G (so slow!) only to discover that my news feed had already blown up with people talking about not going to campus because nobody can get on the Internet, print anything, or even open a Word document. 

I find it absolutely absurd and ridiculous that I got frustrated over not having a connection to the Internet. I mean, I really don't want to be one of those people. You know, the certain breed of human that can't survive without WiFi. Probably the same breed of human who thought this was funny...
But I did. I got really frustrated. Why? I had a plan, dang it. That planned revolved around WiFi.

Did I forget to mention that my first class is called Writing for the Web? Yup, true story. That class lasted about 15 minutes before my professor decided that we couldn't do anything unless we had Internet access.

Anyway, my plan for the day was that I was going to get to my first class early, print documents from my online syllabus for Class 2, read those documents before Class 1 started, go to Class 2, then do my homework for Class 3 in the 2-hour time gap I have between Class 2 and Class 3. Class 3's assignment also required Internet access.

Needless to say, that plan epically failed!

Here's what actually happened: I decided that after the 15 minutes that was supposed to be Class 1, I would race home (and I mean race) so that I could quickly print what I needed to for Class 2 and be back in time for class. Problem: that afforded me no time to actually read what I was supposed to for Class 2. Scrap that.

Alright, so maybe I can just skip Class 2 all together? I don't have the reading done and don't have time to go print what I need to. Hmmm... what's the attendance policy for that class? Here, let me look it up... Oh wait! The attendance policy is on the ONLINE SYLLABUS! Okay, that's awesome. Maybe I can just use my 3G connection and very slowly figure out what the attendance policy is. Alright, Safari, do your thing. "Cannot open page." FORGET THIS! Class 2 is definitely getting skipped. I don't even care about the attendance policy anymore.

I drove home, did my homework for Class 3, printed what I needed to, and drove back to campus in enough time to actually go to class 3.

That was a fiasco! I'm glad it's over.

In conclusion: