Hitchcock Wins

So there's this song, from the Nine Soundtrack, that is sung by Fergie; and I am absolutely in infatuated with it. It's called, are you ready for this, Be Italian. It is the most charming, lyrical and brilliant thing I've listened to since Come On A My House. It's fantastic. And I'm usually not even a fan of Fergie or her work. But this is a whole new side of her, she should stick with this side. So far today, I've been super productive. Went into work, and stayed an hour late. Also picked up an extra shift on Thursday. So that makes me feel better. I've got bills to pay, which are more extensive then usual because of mistakes and discrepancies. I have no groceries at the moment. Which means I'm scavenging and eating oat meal and left over pasta. I cracked open some Moscato too, just to balance the mood out. Hours at work give me productive feelings, and then I came home and worked out. Not the usual abs and cardio power routine, I actually lifted weights today and bench pressed. I don't think I've done that since Bush was on his first term. I liked it, a lot. The right music, the right mind set, and it's nearly as good as a calorie killing remix. This whole week is devoted to arm work outs to prep for project one. Don't want those contractors thinking retail is all light work and no muscle. Now, with said wine in hand, I'm determined to sort through some of the boxes that contain papers, workings, drawings, writings and homework since about middle school. But that seems a bit much, and I know that The Birds and Rear Window are both TiVoed and waiting for me. Wine and Hitchcock sounds much nicer. Who knows. I can do both. I must own up and say that part of my productivity juice is courtesy of a Grande Caramel Macchiato from La Bux. I know, I can't afford it. But twas free! I have my ways. And they were all legal too. So I doubly enjoyed it. Which made me doubly energized, but now that is wearing off. Courtesy of the Moscato. I feel like Alice. Drink one to grow, and one to shrink. Hahaha. Oh Alice. I'm saying it right now, if the new movie version sucks, Imabepisssed! I do trust Tim Burton though, it's Mister Depp I despise. Alright, enough words. My arms are becoming sore and I want to cuddle on the couch. Hitchcock it is.

p.s. Nicole Kidman totally would've been a Hitchcock blonde.

"Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints." -A. Hitchcock

Where Art Thou Cardio

With my free seven days at the gym up, and several winter blizzards on their way, it seems like my daily cardio activities will have to be put on hold. Which, I fear, will make me go even more insane. I've come to rely on my post-cardio-endorphin rush to help me through my daily activities, and now I don't know what to replace it with. I suppose jumping jacks in the basement could suffice, or perhaps I could find a really big hamster wheel. I can't even take the pup for a walk because the weather, and the pup for that matter, aren't cooperating. I don't like the idea of having to hibernate my work outs, seems so counterproductive. I just spent the last week running, and ellipticaling, and suanaing myself back to my target body and now it seems like it was all for nothing. Sure I'm way more toned and ribby then I was before, and I have more energy and focus then before, and I feel great; but it's all hidden beneath coats and sweaters and I have a sweat breakout so I technically don't even "look" my best. That's the constant battle with working out: making sure your skin cooperates. The cycle goes like this: feel bad about self, work self out, sweat, look better, feel better about self, keep working out, get sweat blemish, feel bad about self, stop work out, feel bad about self....See my point. For now I can just not shave and hide it under some scruffy. I can getaway with that look for a few days. Having pent up energy made me clean my room, and I found all sorts of things I forgot about. That was cool. I caught up on my reading, for a little bit, reading really isn't a cardio replacement activity. Read the city newspaper and decided to try and make "page six" sometime soon-ish. Decided to try and get a job at Macy's, or at least a more high end retail store, because where I'm at now is getting slightly dull. Checked my bank account three times hoping somehow the numbers would go up, but they didn't. Where art thou money-o? Another question that plagueth me so. Remembered how cool Shakespeare can be. How timeless "To Catch A Thief" is. And how yummy Junior Mints are. I also have hardcore sushi cravings, but have refrained due to the severe lack of money. It'll just be that much more satisfying once I can afford some. Now I'm making a mental list of everything I have to do before leaving for work in the morning. First of which is turn on the coffee pot. If I can't count on my endorphins, I'll have to make due with my Maxwell House.