#Ryan Gosling

Why do I always post pictures of Ryan Gosling? 

I don't know. I think it's fine though. Are you fine with it? 'Cause he's fine.

Ending the Agony

No posts for two months? 

Wow. 

No posts for two frickin' months? 

Wow. 

No comment on all of that. I have no excuses. If I ever had followers, I've failed them miserably. I apologize that I'm not apologetic. I'm sorry I'm not sorry. 

This is my blog. Hence the reason I can choose to not post in two months and feel completely, entirely okay about it. 

But since I know you've been lying in bed every night, with tears in your eyes...thinking about me and my blog, I reluctantly decided to create a post. Just for you. Please, feel special. Because you aren't. 

#Liesss   

"Just gonna stand there and watch me buuuurn! Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry. Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie." Well said Rihanna. 

Okay. I don't feel okay about it. In fact, I've missed you. Terribly. Pretty corny, slightly tacky. Pretty much. And for the record, forget what I said about you not being special. Because if you're reading this, you have to be special. 

Want to know what's been going on?! 

I thought so. 

How about...I'll tell you what I feel like telling you and leave the rest out? Mhm, exactly. 'Cause that's what I normally do anyways. 

I'm listening to some head-slammer music right now. Although I'm not slamming my head. Or slamming anything else for that matter. I'm using some headphones I bought at Walmart today. They're awful. Which is why I'm using the crap out of them before I take them back tomorrow. They had a guarantee to never fall out. Which is exactly why they fell out of my ears while I was running at the gym. They should have said, "Will not fall out of your ears if you sit on your butt and do nothing all day." But no, they also said they were created specifically for athletes. 

#Liesss

As you probably assumed from that, I'm still trying to go hard in the gym. And since I know for a fact that you care, I'll share with you my new maxes. Most recently, I hit 205lb twice on deads. And today I hit 95lb once on bench. Don't laugh at my bench. Because it's 30lbs more than I could do when I first started. And plus I was listening to a song that may or may not have said, "Let the bodies hit the floor." Pretty awesome if you ask me. But that's just me. On second thought, laugh at my bench max. Because maybe if I knew people were laughing at it then I'd work on it more. I would share my squat max too. But I don't max out on squats because my knee is a child sometimes. Oh, and I've also been really really, entirely good on my 'diet.' 

#Liesss

Oh. Yeah, about that. I'm trying, okay? It's hard sometimes. And sometimes I'm a failure. And food is so darn good! #shocker 

But I guess if you fail, it means you were actually trying in the first place. Not that I'm saying you should push yourself to the point of failure all the time...Because that doesn't work all the time. Like with education. Don't be a failure. It obviously means you weren't trying hard enough at all. I'm being a failure student right now actually. Because I have Nutrition homework to do. As always. When don't I have homework? Never. Right? Right. 

Speaking of education, I got accepted into Murray State University. Pretty exciting business! Half a  semester left of attending the community college (SIC..), and I'll have my associates! I'm pretty pumped about it. Mostly because I'm ready to be done at SIC. Ready to move on. The future is intimidating sometimes. But it's comforting to know that the same hands that cradle our entire galaxy are also the same hands that are hold my future. There's nothing to worry about. Really. 

Did you notice that I've used about 100 hashtags in this post. Remember that I hate hashtags? 'Cause I do. What's wrong with me? Kay. Maybe I've been slightly addicted to hashtags. Don't judge me. Don't you DARE judge me. #Iknowyourejudgingmerightnow 

I watched one of my favorite movies a few days ago. Ever have a movie that you think about all the time? A movie that haunts you for 3 weeks until you finally set aside a night to watch it? 

Yeah. Pride and Prejudice. Bam. 

What more can I say? It makes me laugh and it makes my heart feel like complete and total mush. Mmmm. It makes my eyes sparkle with tears. *twinkle* It makes me smile. 

Oh geez. Don't you love it? If you haven't watched it, go watch it. I'm serious. Go rent it and watch it. Especially if you're in the mood to have a mushy heart and sparkly eyes. I swear you won't be disappointed. And if you are, then it's your fault for being insensitive to all things wonderful on this planet. Like handsome men pouring their heart out in proper English. I literally just sighed as I typed that. Gosh. Call me pathetic. 

But read that quote. Now read it again. 

Okay, yeah. That's how I feel about you. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months of not blogging have been torment. I posted this with the single object of seeing you. I have fought against my better judgement and my family's expectations (we'll leave out the inferior birth). All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony. Read my blog? 

And you did. Agony = Ended. 

I'm going to start blogging more regularly, okay? And maybe next time I'll actually talk about something profitable. Or maybe not.
And you might as well get used to the hashtags.