I’m going to watch Sailor Moon 35 again. It’s that awesome. Somebody over on genvid claimed that BSSM won’t be rewatchable, and up until this episode I mostly agreed…but I know now that I can at least watch this one over and over ;D

On Time Magazine’s “Notebook: Milestones” page, it says “10 million: Number of cancer survivors in the U.S. 3 million: Number of cancer survivors in 1971”

Go us!

Looks like we’re expecting scattered thunderstorms again (last night we had a horrid one roll in right as Kelly, Mari, Chris, Sean and I were finishing dinner at Ruby Tuesday’s). So maybe no tennis? We’ll hope for the best.

<Chandler>Could I…be more bored?</Chandler>

If that wasn’t the kickassenest episode EVER, I’m a plucked duck!!!!!!!!!

O_O!!!!!!!!!

One lap around the complex with handweights, five minutes on the stairclimber, ab, back, and leg workout, five on each side of every kung fu kick I could think of, two minutes to cool down on the treadmill.

I had more time this morning, but I didn’t feel like using it. I wanted to come back and watch BSSM 35. Which I am going to do now :)

Tennis with Paul today, assuming it doesn’t rain like it did Monday.

Biking last night was fine. Did the usual 8 miles, although this time I had to actually stop and get off a few times. I did force myself to make it up the hills at the end, though. I need to 1) get my own bike and 2) bike more frequently.

Also discovered that the Greeneway is the first Rails to Trails project in South Carolina. I’d heard of the program back in Kentucky, but I don’t think there’s one in Lexington. (Yet?) At any rate, it’s really cool to live so close to one. Since it used to be a train track, we’ve got underpasses and a neat green metal bridge. :)

Had a weird dream, where I was replaying the same live action game thing in what seemed to be a hotel and casino. There was a woman there who was my contact, and every time I went into the thing I looked for her, and she always helped me out. I remember her striking some sort of superfluous charge from my account at one point. There was also an ostentatious man there, something like a news anchor or announcer, who liked to pretend he was in charge.

Then Mom and I were in a bathtub together, and both of us were having our periods, and it was like a deluge of blood turning the water red.

Hit the snooze alarm again today, only getting up when Cher wailed, “You’re not listening to what I say” and Sean made a noise of ultimate suffering.

Messed with my computer before I went out, which I shouldn’t have done. It wasn’t seeing the keyboard, and I wanted to fix it so I could log in and start up some torrents. I finally just unplugged the keyboard and plugged it back in, which worked fine. Then I started up my torrents, only to find that one of them, for Kyou Kara Maou 8, couldn’t connect to the tracker. I went to redownload the torrent, but then I discovered that GotWoot was down! I don’t know if they got hacked or if there was some kind of hosting problem or what, but I hope they come back up soon.

Sailor Moon 35 and Aishiteruze Baby 11 were going along fine, though, so I finally tore myself away and went to the workout room.

There was a really thin girl in there when I arrived, the first time that someone else was there during my workout. She was on one of the treadmills, and I took the other one.

8 minutes on the treadmill, speeding up towards the middle for a 2 minute jog at 4 to 6 minutes, and then I did my crunches routine, then 5 minutes on the stairclimber, then my leg lifts routine. And that was it for me; the girl was still on the treadmill when I left. She’d been speeding up for most of the time I was there, but towards the end she’d started slowing down again. She seemed pretty nice. I guess I won’t mind if she shows up again :)

Having a banana cream Slim Fast for breakfast. I’m out of milk to make the stuff with the mix, which is what I usually do in the morning. Need to get that at some point. I may wait until Friday and let it be a regular grocery shopping day.

I wasn’t able to play tennis yesterday due to rain. Hoping today will be better, for biking, but you never know. :P I guess I should join the activity center up there in North Augusta so I can do stuff indoors up there…assuming there is stuff to do inside that’s comparable. I dunno.

I started watching Hikaru no Go again yesterday, and got through episode 10 or so. Touya is so kawaii…

This weekend, Sean and Adam and I watched the first 10 or so episodes of Prince of Tennis. Looking forward to continuing the marathon…I love that series :D (It’s interesting how Kikumaru’s voice actor changed the way he spoke to be more cute and catlike as the series progressed…he sounded pretty bland at the beginning. And if I haven’t mentioned it before, he’s also Artemis ;>)

Sailor Moon 35 and Aishiteruze Baby 11 just finished d/ling…too bad I don’t have time to watch! ;P

Robert reminded me that “food as a reward” is a bad idea. I knew that already, but it was good to get the reminder. So today is DAY EIGHT.

Having my delicious Slim Fast right now :) Tennis with Paul is on for 4:30. Tomorrow will be biking with the usual crew, then tennis on Wednesday, then biking on Thursday. I don’t think I have anything planned for Friday, but I hope to at least make sure I don’t skip my morning workout again.

I’m thinking about buying some roller skates and skating around the complex when I have free time, too. I don’t know if I want to get roller blades or not. I’m not bad on them, though they are tiring, but they kind of hurt my feet. I’m not sure if that would go away or not. It’s the same thing I experience on ice skates, but I’ve never ice skated frequently enough over a long enough period of time to be able to tell if it would stop hurting.

Mari wrote recently in her blog that it’s important to look in the mirror every day and evaluate yourself so you don’t become complacent. That’s an interesting idea. To do that effectively, I would need to get a full-length mirror. I typically look okay from the waist up; it’s seeing the effect of my waistline on the look of my legs that gets me. (In other words, I’m fairly proportional, so you can’t really tell how overweight I am without getting the full effect of my thigh to ankle ratio. Let’s not even go into the stomach ;P)

I’ve wanted a full-length mirror for awhile, but I’ve actually never owned one. I wonder what my reaction would be.

Yesterday was Father’s Day. We were going to have Cheryl and Reid over for dinner, but I ended up flipping out, so we canceled it. At first I thought I was legitimately angry, but it turned out that I was overstressing myself. I’d put off starting the dinner until after I finished Harry Potter, and that left me with about 45 minutes to decide and start cooking. I’d already felt like I wanted to cancel the day, but I felt guilty too because it was Father’s Day and I wanted Reid to feel special and important. So I essentially freaked myself out, and it was only after a long time of crying in Sean’s arms that I came out of it.

He says I have these mood swings every few weeks. It’s kind of annoying, because I like being in control of stuff, and going overemotional shows a distinct lack of control.

Still haven’t had my period. From my journal it looks like the other one started on Sunday, May 16 and ended about a week later (I don’t know if I noted exactly when it ended anywhere, but obviously it ended before May 26, because that’s when I had the GYN visit). So I guess it isn’t all that late, if a standard cycle takes 28 days. 28 days ago was May 24, so that’s like a week. I was never “regular”, so I guess I can expect it sometime soon. In that case, maybe my horrendous mood was PMS.

If weekends don’t count, then should I count them? I’m not sure.

One lap around the complex with handweights, though I didn’t do many curls or whatever. Eight and a half minutes on the stairmaster. 20 crunches, 20 knees-to-elbows, 20 oblique crunches (each side), 20 side lifts (each side). 40 back lifts. 70 each side various leg lifts. 10 wussy half pushups (with my stomach on the ground, yet my arms still shook like nobody’s business). A few kung fu kicks.

I was late getting up today (hit the snooze alarm without realizing it until 5:15) so I only stayed out for half an hour.

Tennis this afternoon with Paul, or at least that’s the plan. Hoping to last for an hour, then maybe swim. We’ll see.

Off to work.

So we can talk about it now, Hai. ;>

I guess we won’t find out about the O.W.L.s until the next book, but Umbridge (her name sound like “umbrage”!) did smirk quite a bit when Harry made his patronus, so I think my worry has some merit…maybe…

Oh, and by the way,

SIRIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_O

We’re running out of horrible things to happen to Harry…you know, without completely destroying the world he lives in. A comforting thought ^^;;

(I am wondering if Neville is the one in the prophecy, though…I mean, he could have been “marked” by Voldemort’s attack on his parents…see…Voldemort was so afraid of Neville that he stunted his magical growth by destroying his parents! And now he obsesses over Harry so that no one will be the wiser! You see, it all fits! *cackles maniacally*)

Getting horribly, violently upset and not being able to explain why…except maybe to a girlfriend, if one’s available, but that doesn’t even help because they’re not the one you’re upset with…and meanwhile you know that he’s frustrated and infuriated with you for not just spitting it out, but every time you try you can’t seem to say it right because he doesn’t understand…

I’m not working out today.

We didn’t bike-ride yesterday because of the horrible thunderstorm. That was fine with me, though, because I felt like crap. I stayed at home all night, reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix until Sean came to bed at 1:20 am. I had finished about 3/5 of the book.

I ate that double quarter pounder for dinner yesterday, and then I made brownies and ate quite a few of them. After that I felt nauseated, to the point that I really, really wanted to throw up, so I sat next to the toilet and tried to do it, but nothing came out. I think the food was too far digested by that point…either that or my body has forgotten how to throw up. I haven’t done it in many years.

Anyway, I’m not sure why I was nauseated, because I didn’t think that was all that much food, but maybe my body had gotten used to smaller portions over the course of this week.

I keep thinking “What if I’m pregnant?!?!?!?”, but I always think ridiculous stuff like that. Usually I don’t post it because I don’t like looking ridiculous, but today’s different and I don’t know why.

I am still waiting on my next period, though. It seems like it should be about time for it. Assuming I’m going to have another one, anyway.

The Harry Potter book is great…towards the beginning, when Harry’s mood was constantly sour and he kept blowing up at people and doing/saying vindictive things, I was really taken aback. I’ve never pretended that Harry was the good, sweet, charming, can-do-no-wrong pristine example for children…but I am simply floored by how brutally honest the portrayal is. He’s 15 in this book, and it’s obvious. Even when I can see that Harry is overreacting and not looking at the whole picture, I know without a doubt that he is acting exactly the way he should.

And so, really, are all of them…Cho Chang, whose inexplicable (at least to Harry) behavior is so accurately diagnosed by Hermione; Sirius, who is a little wild from being cooped up; Ron, who’s finally in the limelight and not sure how to take the pressure…it’s just excellent, all of it. This is some of the best characterization I’ve ever seen. It’s been this way in all of the books, but now things are more complicated, and we see that they are complicated not just to be complicated, but complicated due to the characters’ own growth and change.

The deception and underground movements in this book really inspire my inner conspiracy theorist, too…I’ve been thinking about how Harry and the D.A. are doing so well in practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it occurred to me that they might not get their O.W.L.s in that subject anyway–for knowing too much. After all, if the Ministry of Magic can interfere so deeply in the daily activities of the school, who’s to say they won’t stick their nasty fingers into the administration of the O.W.L.s? (It occurred to me that the Ministry might have always been in charge of the O.W.L.s, but if they were, surely Hermione would have thought of this already. Then again, maybe she did, and didn’t think it would matter…)

Anyway, the reason I haven’t just finished the book to find out what happens is that I had to sleep, and then when I got up this morning I went on a little cleaning spree. The kitchen was a bit messy, and I needed to start some laundry. But now that everything seems to be right with the apartment, I’m going to dive back into the book. So off I go :)

(If anyone’s concerned about how my diet will fare over the weekend, don’t worry. I don’t plan on ruining everything. I haven’t even eaten yet, even though I woke up with really bizarre stomach-growling. I’m going to try to eat real food, drinking Slim-Fasts for meals when I can stand it, but not snacking. If I have food for two meals instead of one, or even three meals instead of one, I can live with that, but I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot by pigging out on sweets or something.)

Since 2go-Box can’t afford “unproductive employees”, and since I was in a horrible mood, I came home. On the way I bought a double quarter pounder from McDonald’s.

Yeah, today rules. Totally.

:P

So like…Shaggy?

Apparently this means I get to join the club. But my dream was pretty lame. It was just me reading the books, where someone had worked out all the secret codes. All of them pointed to Harry Potter’s death. There was a big advertisement along the side of one page with a purple-clothed fortune telling lady; she had tons of blue eyeshadow on, hoop earrings, a long, crooked nose, and a calm, thoughtful expression. The main text of the ad said “LIES! ALL LIES! Harry Potter will not die! For a true prediction, decipher my code.”

(Side note: Whoever says you can’t read in dreams is some kind of freak. I’ve always been able to read in dreams.)

Someone had come along and deciphered the code. It came out to a bunch of “lucky” numbers, that I guess the person didn’t bother to decode, because along with them came this text: “The truth is 9, 7,…” (the numbers fell here) “…this prediction cannot be completed due to insufficient funds. Please remit the following charges.” (That wasn’t exactly what it said; I don’t actually remember, but that was the gist.)

So all the big predictions and secret messages spell doom for Harry Potter, but if you want the one, shining beacon of hope that he will in fact survive, you have to pay the fortune teller.

Why couldn’t I have had a magic class dream, like Mari, or a Quidditch dream, like Chris? ;>