I've stated in previous posts that the gym provides me with the goods I need to survive this life.
No, I'm not talking about a body carved by angels themselves. (tehe....for a regular person, that might have been awkward to write. For me, it was natural.) I'm talking about music that practically shoves a smile on my face. Usually they come from the commercials that interrupt my precious Switched at Birth and Jane by Design time. (It's completely normal to stay at the gym for 2 hours just to watch Cable TV. I was a deprived child?) There I was, finishing the last few minutes of SAB, when through my headphones came a glorious sound. Could it be another life-related song? Yes, it very well could be. Thank you to Clean & Clear Morning Burst for interrupting my normal routine. And Thank you Shanna Crooks for reminding me that I wake up to love every single day.
Originally I had planned on working out tonight (I hate breaking routine) but homework and other engagements have decided against it. >Pouting face< Confession: While I typed up the fifty million poems Mr. Long assigned to us, it so happens I was watching my 2nd Favorite (yes, it is in fact my second favorite) chick flick on YouTube. Win a date with Tad Hamilton. What a classic. Side note: This is where I get my "quotables." Like for example, "I will bring you similes." Or, "What do you think Tad Hamilton is doing right now?" ... "I'll bet he's in church." If you haven't seen this movie...Please, oh please YouTube it or SOMETHING. I promise you won't regret it. How could you? This trailer contains all the right ingredients to make a perfect chick flick.
Plus, it ends with the most adorable song. (That I happened to replay a million times when this movie first came out. )
And how do I close my Thursday night you ask? Looking at pictures on my Ipod.
I'm not like most picture-takers. I only capture things that have sentimental value. This was tonight's winner.
Sometimes, I talk too much.
I'll let your minds wander (or perhaps wonder) now.
;)
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