High Five First Day

Oh what good impressions I make. Seriously, I could give lessons in bad impressions. Although, today was not entirely due to my awkwardness and unwillingness to trust new people. Today was mostly due to the fact that I haven't slept since Friday night. Yeh, that's what's up, me. I've been up and awake and not really getting to lay down or rest, I has been a busy boy. So when this morning arrived, all cranky and snow-mageddon like, I had no choice but to Botwin my way through it. It was helpful, I actually watched the "Thirty Best Clips of Nancy and Andy" to keep me awake during my first several hour long interval. I think I'm confusing and/or not making sense. Truth be told I'm coming down off of a energy pill high. I'll explain. So working third shift has been pretty cool actually, much to my surprise. It's been hard on me, obviously, but it's been taking a toll on the relationship I have with my boys and bitch. The five guys I live with and the puppy. Oh, and the Brillo pad, but he hasn't been around. Anyways, I never see them and I don't get to go out with them and I have no patience or energy to put up with their minor flaws that once got swept under the rug just like all the other chores I did around the house, so things have been strained. To say the very least. But, while sitting in training this afternoon, I thought about it long and hard and high and considered I should make nice and let them do them. I don't need to concern or stress myself with their bad behaviors, hell, I'm the youngest out of the house; I'm the last one who should be taking roll call and dishing out chores. So I took time and talked to everyone in the house today, and I worked out, mostly to get the drugs out of my system. Now I feel human again, very tired and very human. Also, I feel terribly, terribly, out of shape. Due in part to my first day of certification training to become a PT, I thought I had me in line, nope. My BMI is a little off, my circumferences aren't what they should be, I didn't do the most crunches out of my group, I wasn't able to show off how flexible I am because I was bloated with over 14 gallons of coffee. Yeh, I was like the oldest Botwin son that hasn't been on the show yet, it was messed up. I was spacey and jittery and talked with my eyes half closed. The only reason I survived was because it was my only option. There was no way I was passing out at the gym, in front of complete strangers, most of which were highly attractive males. Highly, high. Just like my thought processes were. I was too out of it, to even make a mental rundown list of all the boys in my class. It would have been depressing anyways, it was all so high school. In a lot of ways, life is just one long continuation of high school, we just learn to deal with it better. We learn what to expect and how to cope. For instance, first day of training, I didn't have the book we were supposed to purchase offline. I didn't know we would be working out, so I wore skinny jeans and my ass kicking boots. I didn't realize we were actually going to sit through a lecture, so I didn't even have a pen! And I think at one point I accidentally winked at the instructor, who is cute and seemingly single, which is never a good way to start off. I was trying to stay awake, right, and then he noticed my head bobbing and my eyes closing, so then I tried to play it off like a wink. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Botwin. Botwin! I need to learn to control my facial expressions. I think I physically cringed when some of the boys in my group high fived each other and used the word "bro"...high school gymsical?! Anyone? No....ok, you'll get it later. I need to eat food, I haven't had a good meal since my dad took me out for dinner on Friday night. Which was even tastier because it was a delightful evening filled with good talks. Majority of which was me bitching about my managers and housemates bad romances, but it was still awesome. I'm thinking collard greens, red chili hummus and big chunks of cheese. Hell yeh, that's what's up. That, and the fact that the hottie in the white hoodie kept staring at my all through out class. Can't tell if its interest or intent to kill. High school behavior can kiss my slightly over BMI'd ass. Where's my hummus....

"The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything." -R. Frost

"I've had a particularly challenging last 24 hours, but in the drive-through at Popeye's, I found myself saying, "Family Combo, please!", and it was a moment of clarity." -N. Botwin