August and the Macarena

Is it bad that I am so nostalgic and slightly number-obsessed that I stayed awake solely for the purpose of being alive and coherent when the month changed? I miss doing math. I got to do a little bit at my old job.

I don't know if you've been keeping up with Project LGN, but I am about to kick off the second leg of the weight loss journey. I somehow managed to lose 10 lbs since JT broke his ankle, so it'll be interesting!

Well, while I'm starving and chocolate-deprived, here's a little something to make you lose your appetite. No, seriously. I love this picture. My roommate is a wonderful photographer. (But it helps that I'm totally crazy about him!)

Fun story: After deciding we weren't going to see each other today, a bad dentist appointment for JT and a rough day at work for me changed our minds as we chatted on gmail chat from our respective workplaces. I offered to go to his house after running errands on his side of town, but that didn't happen, so I told him there was dinner at my house for him and I could bring it if he wanted me to. He texts me:

JT: "I'm on my way home."
LB: "What do you want me to do?"
JT: "I want you to do the macarena."
(he calls)
JT: "It would be a waste of gas for you to drive to my house since you didn't run errands."
LB: "Well, there's food here for you, but you don't want to come all the way over here."
JT: "I'm tired, I didn't sleep well, and my mouth hurts, so I think it'd be best if I just go home."

We drop it and talk about the gamut of things, when all of the sudden, he says, "Are you ready to do the Macarena?" The doorbell rings, and he's there. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it when he does stuff like that!

We've been watching Shaq's Big Challenge. Tonight was the season finale. Somehow, some way, I did not cry. I came awfully close, though. There's this kid on the show, and in the first episode he became my favorite because he said, "No one's ever cared about my health before." His parents didn't come with him to his consultations, either. I thought about who he reminds me of. A kid I went to high school with, around six and a half feet tall and upwards of 400 lbs. He was bitter and hateful toward everyone. I remember him cussing me out on his TI-83 in the tenth grade, but we kind of became friends right before we graduated.

Just.Love.People. Even if they're fat/skinny/tall/short/knock-kneed/ambidextrous/tone-deaf/talented!

It's officially August. My first August that won't include school supply shopping. That's kind of depressing... I guess I had a lot to write about tonight!