Hardly Home but Always Reppin' - Drake

After a one month hiatus, I decided to make my presence known again. I've been more of a lurker than a poster. Which isn't really a bad thing, y'know.

Alot has been going on in my life. Some good things. Some bad things. Some off-the-wall moments. Some cherishing moments. Some interuppting moments (Kanye, don't you even dare!). I've taken it all in good stride. Been stumbling into more blogs. Inspiring blogs. Like this chick right here. Talk bout inspiration! Daggit, I'll be like this one day, o! Not a game. Which brings me to my bout with exercising and my slow, sloooow step to a healthy future.


Despite the masses out there, I enjoy exercising. Really. There are times that I think about one of the best workouts I've done in a while and I smile. Yes, I might sound cheesy as f*ck right now but it's the truth. And to exercise with music?! Heaven! That's why for the past 2 weeks I have not exercised, entered a gym. Actually, I did some kind of form of exercise: when I went to NJ/NY recently. Lugging around my miniature suitcase while carrying various of items was complete torture.

Up the steps, now down the steps.
Around the corner.
Whoa, watch out!
Now in the subway. Now out of the subway.
Ugh. More steps.
Where's the freakin' elevator when you need one?
*le sigh*
Lug, lug, lug.
Pull, pull, pull

I swear, anybody that lives in the NYC area should be slim. And toned. No joke. The amount of walking that's done in that place?! Wowza. And I love to walk! Yes, my friend did give me a side eye when I was lagging behind her while walking the streets of NYC. She even threw in a little dig, "I thought you liked to walk?" The curse words I wanted to sling back at the chick! But I controlled myself. "I'm sorry. I do enjoy walking. Just without dragging a suitcase behind me. And carrying food from the Whole Foods Market on the other hand!" But it worked out. Best believe my arms were wincing from pain at the end of the trip but I'm sure it appreciated the task.


Anywho, what was I saying...oh yeah...


I went to NJ/NY and left my ipod there. The horror! So you know what that meant: no exercising. I can't exercise without music. Simple. I've done it before but let me tell ya, it was some of the longest 45min-1hr workouts known to man kind. I could NOT go through that torture again. And for 2 weeks straight?! Hells to the no! So I went the simple route...not to exercise. Okay, but you can exercise at home, right? You have that ghetto-ass stair climber in your room? And what about your laptop, doesn't that have music? Yes, to all accounts. But I perform better at the gym. Working out at home is slightly distracting. And I get bored. Weird but true.


Excuses, excuses, excuses. I'm aware. But that's just how I function. Not the excuses the part! But I get my ipod back this coming Tues. So you know what the means...EXERCISE time! I'm so geeked. I can't wait. I have this goal to get slimmer by my birthday which is in late Oct. Having not exercised for 2 weeks doesn't really help this cause...but I'll make it work. Luckily, I've been eating like a sane human being.


Has anyone done like a cleansing before? I'm really opting to try one but I'm scared shitless. Like, I have to stick what up where? *scared laughter*


But even if I lose all the weight in the world, I'm still gonna be the same me: shy/quiet. Lots and lots of people think that I'm not shy. And lots and lots of people definitely think I'm anything but quiet. That I'm using my weight as a coverup. Um, no. I am shy. I will continue to be shy. That's just how I function. I can be a size 2 today, rocking the fiercest outfit in town and what will happen: Ms. RR will be shy. Shit happens. If I'm around new people, I'm gonna be shy/quiet. I'm just observing my environment. Picking and choosing the right time to expose my love for Carmelo and the Backstreet Boys. It takes a whiz-zile for me to warm up to peeps. So, no, it's not because I'm thick. It is TRULY because I am shy and quiet by nature.


Lots more to talk bout but I'll stop right here.


I'm out like people's love for Kanye West. Some people are likening him to the that guy that lives in the molten lava layer of the earth. Y'know, like Dick Cheney. I kid, I kid. But c'mon folks, it is NOT THAT DEEP. Kanye, I still got love for you! Listening to "Congratulations" right now! Okay, no I'm not but you get my drift. He didn't kill anybody. I didn't see him raping Taylor on that stage. Or slapping her Chris Brown style (Still got love for you Chris Brown! I'm listening to "Superhuman" right now! Okay, no I'm not). He simply snatched the mic from the poor girl's hand. It was totally wrong but it was totally 'Ye. This is not the 1st time he's done it nor the 2nd and it will def not be the last. It is what it is. I'm actually more pissed at Lil' Mama. Like WTFreak was that? Along 2 icons she's gonna drag her bamma-fied self on stage, standing in her b-boy stance and mean mug with them? The audacity! I sincerely hope this Sunday that Shane or Mario or JC blaze the chick. Truly. Meanwhile, I'll leave you with one of the most genius picture I have seen in a while: