Hi readers!

Sorry if my blog has been somewhat dull lately- not too much going on in my life. Going to job interviews, eating, decorating my room. Please stay tuned: something big is bound to happen.

Today I took my grandparents to the grocery store, where today is Senior Citizen's Discount Tuesday. They get a whole 5% off their tab. It's funny. The whole store is jammed pack with Geritol takin' blue-haired ladies and their false teeth. I am definitely the youngest (and cutest) one there.

Slownie

One of my medications ran out about a week ago, and I think I'm feeling the withdrawal effects- every so often, I am so horrifically t-i-r-e-d. It's hard to explain, because I'm not sleepy, just worn out.

Today I was taking care of some errands for my family- I felt like I was moving in slow motion.

Yum.

I am so proud to say it: I just love American men. Especially Tom Ford.

More On Weighing More

This morning I went to the gym and the "Sports Training" class was about to begin. "Sports Training" is one of the most exhausting classes to take because you run laps, jump rope, do push-ups, bike and perform other tiring activities for an hour.

Again, ain't no hatin' in the house, but the teacher was very overweight. As he taught and shouted commands in the class, he also performed the activities. He was exhausted. During the very short breaks, he was completely hunched over trying wheezing commands while trying to catch his breath.

Oh, us Americans are so out of shape.

(I, in no way, think I'm perfectly in shape. In fact, ask anyone who knows me well: I have one of the worst body images out there.)

Hello, people!

I'm just full of two random thoughts today. Here's the first: sometimes at night my mom massages the area on my scalp where the brain surgeon went in to operate. It feels so good (like when you scratch a dog in the right place) that I start getting sleepy. By the time I hit my bed, I'm out, but in two hours, I am completely wide awake. It's like the nerves are being stimulated, then it returns to normal.

Second: I don't mean to bust my fellow Americans, but man, we are fat Fat FAT. I went grocery shopping with my mom this morning to pick up things for Thanksgiving, and there they were: all the overweight people buying Food Lion brand stuffing.

Wahhhh!!

Mad-onna

Thanks to my computer nerd friend Gary, I got an advance copy of Madonna's new album last week. Its first release, "Hung Up", is scorching up the music charts. Know why? That song is so addictive- the sound of that whiny whistle in the background enters your bloodstream and infests your body like the bird flu.

Congratulations, Madonna- you've made me sick and insane.

Beep!

Hi- you've reach Ernie Deomampo. I will be away from my office until Sunday, November 13th and will not be checking messages. Thank you.

The Fish Bowl

That's what I'm gonna' start calling Charlottesville. People watch and pay attention to everything you do, and that word gets around fast. Take for instance Friday night. I went out with some friends to the gay-friendly bar in town, and by Saturday morning, the buzz about me spread so fast it qualified for a NASCAR race.

Man, I feel like I'm in the Charlottesville tabloids!

(P.S. Updated profile on the left of your screen)

You Say Potato, I Say Potahto

It's been a while since I was against something healthy. While I was at Whole Foods the other day, they were serving mashed sweet potatoes (by the way, are they any different from yams?) Ingredients: boiled sweet potatoes, brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg. "Yum," I thought to myself. "Self, you need some o'dat." I ordered a big container full of that sweet heaven. I grabbed my spoon, reached into the dish, and shoveled it into my mouth. "Bleccch!"

It was way too healthy. I'm used to the sweet potatoes that my ex made which was full of butter. Full of butter = full of taste.

Oh well!

The Step Sluts

I took a Step class yesterday, and had no idea what I was doing because the moves are named differently in the US. I was quite embarassed, and just kept to myself, spinning around like a filipino dreidel. After class, several women came up and frightened me. They said I was so amazing and asked me if I would like to join their club named "Step Sluts". Apparently, one of the women has everyone over at her house in the morning to do a Step class. She provides everyone with a step, and they take turns teaching a one hour session. They want me to teach the ozzie moves I learned. Here's how to do it: stand up, pretend your 6 years old, and spin around as fast as you can. Ta-dah! Welcome to the club!

An Unedited Entry

I promised myself to not use this blog as a place to whine and mourn over my previous life in Australia, but the pain, hurt, and anger still comes out. I guess that if I try and stifle my feelings, they find another way to express themselves, such as the way I work out or the way I treat people. And though I know I will one day move on with my life, I'm just so tired of hurting.