skadoosh

today i decided to exercise.

for the first time (at the gym at least) in basically a month... during Cal studies i was either not here or too tired to gymanize myself.

but i went today. and i forgot my membership card.

so i asked the dude manning the front desk if i could just flash my driver's license and he said "no. the only way you can get in is if you sign up a friend." and i'm thinking "ope, nevermind. i'll go home and eat chips..." 

except homeboy starts smiling and is like "nahh i'm just kidding..."

and that's really one of my pet peeves...when older adults always make "jokes" by denying you things that totally sound legit but they always think it's so frakkin' funny.

it wasn't, brah.

AND THEN, i'm on the treadmill and i like close my eyes for 1.5 seconds and when i open them again, one of my feet is off the treadmill and the other is half on the treadmill-rubber-rotating thing and half on the plastic frame. so basically i fall/jump off. and i laugh it off...like "whoa, watch out." except the homeboy on the treadmill directly next to mine says nothing and as i'm completing my run (which burns mo' calories...ya heard, papa jang?), this F.O.B.-of-a-homeboy keeps on trying to keep a straight face..supressing laughter. and in my head i'm like "what. you laugh now. until i CUT you... you wanna thug, shorty?"

and so, exercising was fun.

and then i bought those jeans...because nordstrom was having a sale and even though these jeans weren't on sale, there was a purchasing vibe in the air. 

so i told my mom i'd buy them, bring them home, and mull it over.

i think i'll keep 'em.

but i dunno, they're pretty femme. 

then again, chris wears designer jeans...and he's not femme at all.

so we'll see.