Too long. I am sorry. Possible excuses: 1. I’ve been busy. That’s true, but how many hours do I spend in front of YouTube when I’m NOT busy? 2. I’m always too tired. This is also true, but again, there have been plenty of opportunities in which I could have blogged earlier in the day before I exhausted myself. So if it’s not #1 and it’s not #2, then it must be #3… I’m a lazy and horrible webmistress.
I mean, geez. If I can’t blog during the summer, when I have almost no responsibilities, what is it gonna be like during the school year? 3 AP classes, officer positions in two work intensive clubs/organizations, NHS, and sending out my query letter to agents. I also have a 56 page beginning of a novel that I need to finish. And edit. I also have to edit Addicted, and Reticence, apply to colleges, apply to scholarships, and not succumb to emotional collapse. Whew. But I promise you, I will blog. At least once a week.
My excuse for not blogging the past week or so has two parts, which I will go into depth with.
Part one: exercise. If you know me personally, although you may deny it to my face, it’s a scientific fact that I am overweight and out of shape. This has not been the case my entire life, as I used to play basketball and volleyball, I used to fence, and I was an active member of a swim team. Once high school started, however, and I didn’t make the volleyball team, it just kinda went downhill. So this summer, my friend Megan and I have decided to reclaim our former bodies. Nearly every day of the week, we’re doing something athletic. Mostly it’s rockclimbing (we climb at a local rock gym), but we also go for runs, do ab work, walk up and down downtown during farmer’s market, and hike. I can already see the results; my arms are slim and more defined, my mid section is shrinking slightly, and my calves are almost muscular looking. It’s great. I missed this body, and I need to do a lot more to upkeep my body, because this is the only one I get, and I’d rather live my life loving it than hiding it. Incidentally, on a related note, is there anyone willing to be my rockclimbing/ running partner for the school year? Rockclimbing is $14 per session, but if I can find someone who is committed to climbing the entire year to destress and keep in shape, then we could get year memberships (I’m not sure of the price, but if you’re interested I’ll let you know soon). Also, if you want to run with me, I’d prefer someone who is also looking to get in shape, not someone who is already in shape (sorry, cross country runners).
Now that my personal ad is out of the way (which is totally what it sounds like, only I left out the “long walks on the beach” part) we’ll move on to the next part of my excuse for this week.
Part two: baby. I am in Arizona currently, staying with my Aunt, Uncle, and one year old cousin. I’ve spent the past three days entertaining the baby while my aunt and uncle finally get things done around the house. And as I teach Lucio, my cousin, how to high five and how to dance, I can’t help but be fascinated and intimidated by this process of molding a new person. I’m over analyzing every one of his little quirks, wondering what that will translate to when he’s older. This gets me thinking about my own kids, when or if I chose to have them. How will I raise them? What do I do when they fuss, or cry? What do I teach them about religion? Politics? Vulgar language? Music? Everything I do would affect them. How would I handle that responsibility?
My two excuses can be summed up by Uncle Ben: “With great power comes great responsibility”. I have the power to do whatever it is I want with my body, but it’s my responsibility to keep it healthy, although it’s a challenge. I have the power to mold new little people, but I have the responsibility to raise them as good, conscious people. Responsibility is a scary thing, but it’s unavoidable. So the question is, how will I handle this responsibility?
Question of the day. How do YOU handle responsibility?
I’ll do it with you if you want. I need to get some off anyway. And you can bike with me 😀 it’s the best exercise. Just lemme know.
That’s funny, I use walking around at the Twilight Farmers Market in Glendale for one of my weekly forms of exercise. The only problem is I stop for homemade cupcakes at the Butter and Me table!
A) I’m not sure if Ahmy meant that to sound as dirty as it did.
B) If so, then that’s really awkward, because Bri’s parents probably read that.
C) I’m a single, white, male, who will probably have time to either run or climb, as I have no further boating plans (but who the bleep knows). Caring and kind, but no good with kids, which is to bad because you already kinda sound like you’re expecting a child. Either that, or you’ve suddenly taken interest in the shockingly small midget population, which doesn’t really make a difference, because I’m probably no good with those either.
Haha, I guess I can see how that’d be dirty, but alas, I was not going for anything dirty this time.
Ahmy Ahmy Ahmy… We can all see through your feeble ploy at courtship with the webmistriss… But you should do it properly, put on expensive scents, slick your hair, and give her the traditional weeds women seem to think are pretty and once she looks away to smell them, give her a right good bash on the head, tie her up, and take her to… uhhhh…. dinner and a movie… at your place… xD
Mike Mike Mike, I know that’s what you do to bring people home, but alas my attempts are far more subtle, hence why they never work. Besides, that was FAR too brash sounding to even qualify as an attempt on my part. Also, how could I get her home if I’m on my bike and she’s knocked out and tied up? I mean, I’m good, but am I THAT good? We shall see…er…you didn’t hear that!