july 30

weight: 135.5
bodyfat: 22

kcal: :)
vasa: :)

gym: KICKBOXING! second day in a row!

write: :)
read: like a magpie

last type of cheese consumed: chedddddar

i 'mell like: bergamot, coriander, ginger, lavendar. oh, and thermasilk hair conditioner.

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it's taken me two hours to even START this diary entry...the posting window has been open, forlornly waiting, desiring content that i cannot provide. why am i denying typepad (and you)? b/c i can't feel the lower part of my body, damnit.

yesterday's KB class was fantastic b/c it was so different; it was an "emphasis on glutes" sort of hour, and so i had that pleasant feeling of accomplishment that you get when you tear apart a long-neglected muscle group. or two. my adductors and abductors ouch as well, you see. that's to be expected after almost ten days away from they gym. the tissue i think of as my legs (hamstrings, quadriceps, calves) was not sore at all, and that made life bearable. ah, wasn't THAT situation short-lived...

today's class was totally different; different instructor, different drills and way more sparring. i had three different "opponents" who were all asking for it b/c they were all punching (w/awful form i should add) my last nerve. despite my left ankle uncharacteristically giving out astonishingly early in class, i persevered (thank G-D for jordans, yo) and just tried to go easy on it...but these bitches were asking for it, and since we were exploring the gloriously celluloid-worthy world of kicks today, i let them have it. end result? OWWWW. like, way OWWWW. :( now my ass, hips, thighs, calves AND ankle ouch. sheesh.

next class? sunday. hold me.

i think i'll start doing lines of ibuprofen tomorrow morning, even as the case of vanilla silk soymilk-- purchased b/c it helps reduce pain associated with lactic acid build-up, supposedly-- rots. who was i kidding? a case? i only like one kind of soymilk, and that's chocolate. before one of you MENSA-admitted geniuses smirks and comments about how i should just mix in chocolate syrup or something, know this: THAT was what i was planning to do in the first place, when i went against my better judgment and BOUGHT the damned vanilla from costco. how was i supposed to know that when you shake it up and pour it in a glass, it looks like liquified boogers? or the water that drains after you've boiled rice? both of which i'm equally yucked out by. so much for that brilliant, evolved, northern california-apposite, utterly Davis idea. blech. give me cow milk or give me death.

this always happens; i inevitably tell myself, "just write three sentences about what you did today, the final one being, 'that's it, i'm tired and i'm going to bed"...then, i write assloads, making my earlier case of writer's block seem like it was delusional. starting is always the most impossible part, innit?

anyway, i'll leave you all with some linky and it's some primo shit, y'all. after leaving DC in disgust of 2002, i have been less political than i've EVER been in my whole life. a few inspired speeches at this week's otherwise pointless dem convention changed all of that. i'm feeling an energy, a calling, a fire that i haven't been warmed by in a long while. on four separate occasions in the last year, various friends and mentors have offered to get the kerry camp my resume; on four separate occasions in the last year, i demurred. i slightly regret such hesitations now...

wanna know what kind of unpresidential failure we have at 16th and Penn Ave NW? this kind:

The single greatest event of my life.

So I went to protest Dubya today, as he was visiting my humble little burg of East Lampeter, PA...

A friendly Kerry supporter named Mr. Shenk let us use his front yard to display our banners. Now comes the good part. After waiting around for about 45 minutes, the motorcade passed by us again. A few police cars, followed by a van or two, drove by. Then, a Bush/Cheney bus passed, followed by a second one going slower. At the front of this second bus was The W himself, waving cheerily at his supporters on the other side of the highway. Adam, Brendan, and I rose our banner (the More Trees, Less Bush one) and he turned to wave to our side of the road. His smile faded, and he raised his left arm in our direction. And then, George W. Bush, the 43rd president of the United States of America, extended his middle finger.

Read that last sentence again.
I got flipped off by George W. Bush.

A ponytailed man standing next to us confirmed the event, saying, "I do believe the President of the U.S. just gave you boys the finger." We laughed probably for the next half hour, and promptly told everyone we knew. Brendan actually snapped a picture of Bushy in action, but the glare and the tint of the bus windows make it difficult to see him at all. Nonetheless, it was the best possible reaction.

We pissed George W. Bush off. We are true patriots.

Comments

[Sunu]

That is possibly the greatest story I've ever heard. To think, George W., surely thinking about 'what Jesus would do' decides to flip off some kids who stand in protest. Makes you proud to be an American, doesn't it, when the President of the United States can only think of his middle finger, when he could've found dozens of other ways to respond and proven himself to be a great man. Bushie's PR people are probably trying to slit their wrists as we speak.

[S]

OWWWW

[Bhuva]

What I find pathetic about this whole pro-demo wave is that all you want to do is get Dubya out. That is such immature politics. Does the fact that Kerry's policies are likely to empty the US treasury, and take illogical stances like rolling back outsourcing not worry anyone?

[A N N A]

Bhuva:

you might be interested in learning that this "pro-demo" blogger's republican credentials are STELLAR.

1) interned for Gov. Pete Wilson at 19

2) worked on HIS presidential campaign

3) member- college republicans

4) member- Dallas young republicans

5) camp. mgr.- Armour for congress, 5th district. Armour was a retired Navy, conservative MINISTER with the Church of Christ.

what i find pathetic is people w/their heads in their a- ...in the sand; i am not immature. i am a RIGHTEOUS patriot who has a sister serving in ACTIVE DUTY in the United States Air Force.

Are you military, and ready to die in Iraq? My sister is, b/c it's her duty. I am horrified that her life is worth so little to a man who went to war b/c he WANTED TO, not b/c he had to.

Wake up. Osama almost killed my bf, not Saddam. Why war?

We WASTED MONEY on this war (while our troops family's had to purchase body armour for them); don't talk to me about emptying anything, when Halliburton reaps millions from unethical deals to rebuild Iraq.

i don't think Kerry will destroy out-sourcing, if he's elected...there's a difference between campaign rhetoric and the reality of elected office. frankly, i don't have the luxury of worrying about such things; this war has made me an exile from the party i've belonged to my whole life, it has made america MORE vulnerable to terrorist attack and it has destroyed America's once good name. i'll think about the treasury (and how bush's useless tax cuts gave us more economic woe) when it's SAFE TO DO SO and that monkey is out of office.

wait, i just insulted monkeys. damn.

[MonsterMash]

Did you know our taxpayer-funded Vice President only lets you into a campaign rally to hear him speak if you sign a loyalty oath? Troglodyte. Commie.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/politics/administration/whbriefing/

[Bhuva]

Ohh Anna, Please don't mistake what I say as a defense of Republicans or Dubya. My point is just that getting Bush out while certainly noble, may get the US into deeper shit if unsustainable fiscal policies are encouraged. I think for pro-democrat voters its important not only to think about getting Bush out, but also what will come in its place. With the economy not faring particularly stellar one might not want to risk further downward spiral.

[A N N A]

i just don't think we have a choice. no matter what kerry brings, he's it. the status quo is untenable, and as brutal as potential econ doom sounds, i'll take THAT over this. THAT'S how bad it all is...i'd obviously prefer no doom, but if that's what it takes to be dubya-free...