i can't believe it's already may.  so much has already happened this year, that an attempt to chronicle it all would surely be a futile endeavor.

the question du jour:  is it ok to be friends with bad people?  i've already concluded that dating those of weaker moral fiber is out of the question - a hard learned lesson, though one that i probably needed to learn.  what effect will these type of people have on your life, if for whatever reason you are willing to keep them around?

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2008 was a bad year.  2009 was about survival.  2010 should be the year things turn around.  i have high hopes, renewed aspirations, and a more focused mindset.  i will make this a good year.

epic weekend.  saw lots of old faces, made new friends, strengthened tenuous bonds.  i love it when depressing days turn around and become excellent nights.  bad decisions make for good stories. :)

disassociate.  must learn how to enjoy favorite songs without them eliciting torturous memories.

sometimes i think things are really bad, but then i look at the situations others are in and realize that i could have it a lot worse.  everything's relative, right?

if it's not conducive to my goals or future endeavors, i should not stress over it.

i'm pretty sure my ulcer's back.

or maybe it never healed... who knows?

all i know is that i need less stress in my life. less studying, less calorie counting, less people who give me headaches. i see weeds in my garden that need to be uprooted!

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so anyway, for the last two months, i've been doing 24hour group X classes five days a week. as someone who is fundamentally lazy and absolutely abhors sweating, this is quite a feat! i think it was those 2 weeks of bootcamp prior to my group X classes that got me in the habit of exercising almost daily. sad to say, i have not seen much in terms of results, but i think it has to do with the classes i picked. i started out doing 24LIFT and 24SET 2-3 times a week, interspersed with a couple of sessions of turbo kickboxing. LIFT and SET are classes devoted mainly to building muscle, which explains why at the end of 8 weeks, i was actually BIGGER than i was before. that kind of sucked, because even though i was stronger and displayed more muscle tone, who the hell wants to be she-hulk? i didn't do enough cardio, so the fat was still there covering the muscle, making my body look like the pillsbury dough boy on steroids.

so what i've been doing the last couple of weeks is taking a mixture of yoga, pilates, turbo kickboxing and cycling. my muscles now feel longer and less eminent, which makes me believe that one day, my "washboard abs" will not be mistaken for "pregnant" (a la guesstures, summer 2007).