Getting the words out

I have been feeling this incredible urge to write this week, and so here I am.

I'm not quite sure what I'm going to write about, but just getting my thoughts written down (and by written down I mean typed) always helps.

I just realized it's 6:00 in the evening and the only significant thing I've managed to do today was go to the gym.

Granted I worked out for two hours, having only done one thing seems like a bit of a waste of a day.

Especially since I had an awkward talk with a guy who works at the gym while I was doing crunches.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER approach a girl who has just worked out for two hours while she is doing crunches.

Not only was I a sweaty exhausted mess, but meeting someone while laying down on your back is never not awkward.

He told me he was a trainer, and we talked about my workout and he gave me advice on crunches.

Again, let's go back to the part that I was almost done with a workout, so the last thing I want to do is talk to some boy who is nineteen or twenty about working out when I looked (and probably smelt) awful.

Then he told me my account had personal training sessions left, so I should call him in the next few days and set one up.

Which most definitely will not be happening.

I enjoy the gym because it's a time where I listen to music and enjoy alone time, not try and talk about proper form for crunches awkwardly.

But he did say he really liked my name, and for that I can allow his horrible job at meeting clients to slide just this once.

Summer thus far has been quite enjoyable, but it also seems to be going by really fast.

I guess that's what happens when you actually have plans for once.

Going to see Rooney in concert was certainly a highlight.

I've decided from now on I am only attending concerts held at smaller venues.

Rooney performed so close to the audience, and the opening bands were just walking around in the crowd, and it was so much better than thousands of people at a large concert.

The Rooney concert was exactly what I needed.

I've been listening to The Postal Service since I was twelve or so, and Death Cab for Cutie for years, and I just realized that Ben Gibbard is the lead singer of both.

I have no idea how I didn't connect the two, but I feel incredibly lame for not realizing that.

A slurpee sounds incredible right now.

I feel like I need to get my hands on some new books.

I've read a few in the last week, but the library is closed on Sundays and Mondays (why you got to play me like that, library?) so for now I'm stuck waiting.

I've been carrying The Godfather around in my purse, and just reading it when I'm stuck waiting places, but I want another book to jump in to.

I'd also like to visit Powell's Bookstore soon, since I hear it's incredible.

Mmmm, literature.

Well, I'm not quite sure if I've said anything awe inspiring or meaningful, but I feel much better at least getting some words out there.

So, that's that.