Kool aid, Kool aid-- tastes great. Kool aid, Kool aid-- where are you?

When my cousin was two or three, they taught her the "Kool Aid" song. If you haven't heard it, and I'm not sure if there are more lines to it, but it goes "Kool aid, Kool aid/ Tastes great!/ Kool aid, Kool aid/ Can't wait!" She sang it just fine for a couple days, but all of a sudden, when we told her to sing it, she would say "Kool aid, Kool aid/ Tastes great!/ Kool aid, Kool aid/ Where are you?" It was soooo funny and so adorable. I don't know how she mixed it up like that, but it was cute. We still walk around singing that line to this day.

Scale from the Future

I've been working out pretty hard the last two weeks and I decided that I wanted to track my progress. Granted, I didn't want to start tracking my progress NOW because that would include weighing myself NOW, which is something I haven't done in quite a while. I didn't want to know my weight at all, but I knew I had to learn eventually.

Anyway, I had a little extra cash so I went to the store to get this fancy-schmancy scale that's made by "The Biggest Loser" people-- it tracks your body fat percentage, water percentage, weight, BMI, muscle percentage and...uhh... a couple other things that I forgot. You can put in your age, height, gender, etc. and it stores your personal information. It does this for up to five people. Pretty cool, eh?

Well, I wanted to get everything just right so I read the manual front to back (my Tech & Business Writing teacher would be SO proud) then I went about storing everyone's information in the scale. Then I read an alarming little tidbit on one of the last pages of the manual. It said that I "must remove shoes" before stepping on the scale because in order to get readings for all the extra stuff (other than just weight), it sends AN ELECTRIC CURRENT through your body to get the reading.

Oh-em-eff-gee.

An electric current?! A few lines later, the manual claimed this current was completely harmless, but in the same line, it said that if you have a pacemaker "DO NOT USE THIS SCALE." Needless to say, my heart was pounding so hard the first time I stepped on the scale that I probably was very close to getting my own pacemaker.

They were right (thankfully). I didn't feel a thing. However, the pain-free current was not the only thing my heart was pounding about-- I was worried to finally see what my weight is at. It was worse than I thought :( But on the upside, my muscle percentage was in very good shape so maybe the weight number isn't THAT bad. Still... I have a long way to go.

Non post

I want to blog... I've BEEN wanting to blog... but I can't.

It's a new day

I'll be starting my workouts today.

I'm a little nervous about this because I've always been told that I will never be able to accomplish something like this. Sure, I can graduate college and be the smartest person on the planet if I wanted to (according to my naysayers)... but anything physical? No way.

Lord, help me.

Wish me luck, ladies & gents.

Life, Death, God, and Cakes

Well, I was just gonna post a small update and head off to bed, but now I feel like I've got to write something. It won't be good, but it'll be something.

I can't wait for Frank Warren's newest edition of the Post Secret series to come out-- Confessions on Life, Death, and God.

I also can't wait for Longhorn Football to start back up again.

Before that, I will be taking part of an eight week program when I'll be doing nothing but writing in the McNair Scholars Program. Hopefully I'll produce something that is a complete masterpiece and I'll get accepted straight into a Ph.D. program. We'll see...

Also, I have come to love the show "Ace of Cakes." Duff and Jeff are hilarious, although I must say that I would think they were both total slackers if I randomly met them on the streets. Oh, c'mon... like I'm the only person to judge outward appearance.

Hopefully I will do something wildly entertaining tomorrow with... this guy I know :) Eeek! I just used an emoticon when I swore to myself that I wouldn't do that in this blog. Eh, oh well.

Return of the Jedi

Okay, maybe not the Jedi (actually, I've never seen a Star Wars movie), but I'm back!

I'm going to start blogging again... not that anyone reads this anyway.

There's a story I'm trying to write, but I can't think of the angle that I want to write it from. It's nonfiction about two war buddies.

Still thinking.

Better posts to come, I promise.