Things have been pretty monotonous. I've spent the past three evenings sewing - I'm no master of thread and needle, and I've decided that the Johnny Wander Heatpad is probably a one-person treat. I don't think I have the patience to sew another, and I have to set to work building a sculpture of Atlas Shrugged in the next few weeks.
I've decided I'm going to make the Atlas out of wire and newspaper, and have an engine-block sticking out of his back. He'll hold up a red globe, symbolizing the pseudo-communist world that collapses without the "Atlas" beneath it. A railroad will go down the length of the globe, and Atlas' back, like a tail. It'll be pretty awesome, and cement me some college distinguishing.
In other news, a Spanish guy who doesn't speak English has taken to sharing the bench I use at the Gym with me. It's really quiet, and we communicate in pats, thumbs-ups, grins, and weights held up - a silent alternative to, "Is this what you have on the other side of the bar?"
It's kind of weird, but I like it.
He lifts a frighteningly high sum of weight, and rather than take the time to take off all ten weights or so that he puts on, I've decided to take off four, and upped my weight for the sake of convenience. My body hurts forever, and I could sleep, daily, at 6:00.
People are starting to wind up with gifts. I'm a little disappointed they're coming so early, but when you're a proverbial snail about the Internet, you have to take what you can get. I'm fighting the urge to call Sparrow and go, "Did you like the Cucumber?", and I think I'm losing - I'm definitely going to try after I finish this.
My local government course took me to vote on some civil issues; I said that I felt good about knowing what I was voting for, and the Professor goes, "No Diggity!".
No Diggity. I've been saying that all day.
This blog post is about over?
No diggity.
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ReplyDeleteYou should totally try to give him a compliment in Spanish or something. I'm here to help with my somewhat limited knowledge if you want to utter some really contrived phrase to him!
ReplyDeleteI'd actually thought about this, but I was worried about coming across as a douche-bag.
ReplyDeleteI tried to communicate with an exchange student a few years back with my broken German, and he he quietly told me, in his fluent German, that I was doing it wrong, and that he was bored.
I kind of like it how it is - that Gym can be a pretty loud place, and sometimes jerks wash up into it (You can tell them from the others by their Brah-to-Dawg ratio when they speak.) Being able to just "...*Thumbs Up*, *Hold up weight*, *Lift*, *Grin*, *Thumbs up again*" is a nice little change up.
...Maybe. I'm not familiar with the amount of testosterone you find in a gym.
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