wook77: (why?)
At the gym last night, I wrote about 500 words on the treadmill, of which, I can make out about 150. My handwriting is really shitty normally but add in a treadmill? Fuggetaboutit. I'm still trying to decipher what I wrote.

I get home and sit down to start writing and my iTunes popped up Sí Do Mhaimeo Í from Altan. This song had me starting yet ONE MORE PROJECT. The only thing that made me not freak out was that I can tweak this to fulfill one of my outstanding commitments. I've heard from the few people that I showed it to that it's fairly good so I'll take it *grins*.

Altan is, IMNSHO, the best Irish band around. They've a fire to their way of playing that the Cheiftains have lost through the years.

I've uploaded a few songs to whet your appetites and get you out there buying their stuff.

Sí Do Mhaimeo Í
An Feochán (when the first was no longer enough, I switched to this.)
Dúlamán (This is the song I think of when I think of Altan. It's catchy and Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh has an amazing voice)
Fernanagh Highland-Donegal Highland-John Doherty's King George IV (a collection of traditional Irish music that gets me stepdancing everytime)

Finally - A Letter to God )
wook77: (Speeder Geico)
I've been staring at this update journal screen for about an hour and the rant/introspection/everything that I had thought of while at the gym just doesn't fit anymore.

It happened, people keep trying to spin it to benefit themselves and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it. I've not turned on the television today because I don't want to see that image that's already burned into my head over and over and over. I'm just ignoring what the date is.

Instead of ranting or anything about today, I'm going to post semi-good news. I've lost another pound. Ever since I stopped denying myself ice cream, I've been losing weight. Go figure. Also - my arms are exhausted but not in pain. That's a nice feeling.

What's not a nice feeling? I needed a spot for this shoulder-pressing thingy and what weight did I have it at? 10 frikken pounds. I'm such a weakling.

I saw muscle in my forearm and biceps today. That made me happy. I actually grinned at it and flexed to see it again. Yeah, I'm a dork.

January 2012

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