Well, not all Mondays, the ones that are holidays are fine with me, same as the ones where I don't have to go to work. The hate just gets transferred to the next work day. It really seems that most people hate Mondays, and the people that don't are considered strange. Why is that? Anyways, I'm getting off of my subject already. Mondays are just terrible days, you know that you have to go back to work, or school, or whatever, and you REALLY don't want to. After all, the weekend was so much fun, you just didn't want it to stop. This morning, the first work day with my boss back in country, really blew. Since I'm in the military, we have to do PT (Physical Training i.e. exercises) at least three days a week, at least. My boss however, is a workout junky, and wants to do PT five days week. That's fine by me, but please let me get away with the three day a week plan.
As I said earlier, today was his first work day back, so we do his PT program. (Its called Cross Fit. I personally hate it, but he swears by it. And I really don't get a say in the matter.) So, we do the exercises on his little list, which takes around 20 minutes, (The only good thing about CF is that its quick so that the misery doesn't last too long.) and he says that we should go out and do a short run. I'm thinking, oh maybe, 3 miles, which to me isn't too bad of a run, so I won't mind too much. Wrong!!! At about mile 4, I'm wondering, "Just where in the hell are we going?" I look around and realized we were on the other side of the base. The run ended up being 8 miles! Short run my ass. Needless to say, I was beat at the end of it, I still am. But, I'll live. (I think.)
Well, that's enough about this morning. (For now, at least.) Now on to something else. Me and bizkit were talking about this past weekend today. More about our friend and her ex problem. We kind of disagree that she is showing intrest in the person that I thought that she was. He thinks its someone different than I do. But we both agree that this person isn't really interested in her as more than a friend. He's one of those people that is extremely outgoing and friends with everyone. She may be seeing that as more than it really is. I don't know, its kind of hard sometimes to figure out what any woman is thinking (Yeah right, hard, as if any man could ever come close to figuring out that one.) let alone one with a cultural background different from mine. We also agree that she really should finnaly get over this guy. And again, enough of this subject for now.
When me and Kiwi went to the movies, I mentioned that I like to cook. (Mexican food mostly, California upbringing and all.) And we decided that I would cook a Mexican dinner sometime in the future. Well, bizkit heard about this and well, lets just say that it'll sooner than I thought it would. Which is ok, especially since it'll be at his place, (Kind of hard to cook anything in the barracks without the vultures smelling it and coming to investigate.) and if I cook, I won't have to clean up. I love to cook, its fun, but, I hate to clean up afterwards. Also, its hard, for me, to make meals for just one person. Its just not as enjoyable. (Here I am rambling, but this is my blog, and I can do that.) Its the same thing when it comes to eating, going to a movie, stuff like that. These are all things that are better to do with a friend. I don't know why, but Kiwi has a theory. Basically she says its from back when we still lived in caves and such. (She's actually studied the rituals behind the things we do when we enjoy a meal. Really, it was a very interesting conversation dispite how it sounds.) We (people as a whole) used to congragate and do all of these things together (No, not the movies, way to early for that.) and it became a kind of racial memory passed on through time. It makes sense to me, so I agree with it.
Anyway, I think that I've ramble on long enough. I'll see ya'll later.
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