Panties & Doucherism.

So, on my nightly Tumblr peruse, I found this fantastic little drawing that basically encompasses my life:

Except, it’s more like *I have over 200 pairs of nice underwear, and no one to show them to. And that’s a true story. I actually picked up 2 more pairs yesterday from Victoria’s Secret because I had free panties coupons. I accumulate approximately 12-24 new pairs each year that way. I love it! BUUUUT, I really do wish I had someone else to appreciate the awesomeness of my massive collection.

On an unrelated note, somehow I got to be on Twitter and have started following Matt Grevers, Michael Phelps, and Ryan Lochte, and I looked through most of their TwitPic uploads. I’m currently still flipping through Ryan Lochte’s and the further I delve, the most amused I am. I’m also reminded of a post I saw yesterday on Tumblr where someone captioned a picture of him biting his gold medal with his grill on as being a douchebag, I loled because I was like damn, it’s true. I can’t quite decide if he’s the assholey kind of douchebag, or just one of those douchebags that exudes coolness. I think I need to know him IRL to make a legit opinion.

Said Tumblr post.

Also, he totally has Lochte merchandise on his website, including these Ray Ban style doucher glasses:

I want to hate it all, but the whole thing not only makes me laugh, but makes me admire him just a little bit.

Fuck You, gud.

As a blogger (never really thought of myself in that way…) sometimes I read articles by other bloggers, mostly on Thought Catalog, that are interesting, thought-provoking, and inspiring. And then I get this monumental urge to write something in relation to their article. I’ve had that happen about two or three times today. However, somehow the minutes between deciding I wanted to write in relation to those articles and finally opening up WordPress have diminished my desire to do so. And now I just feel blah.

I’ve also decided to start writing tonight’s post early. Like, at least 6 hours early, in the hopes that I’ll get to bed “on time”. And also because it’s only week one and I already have what seems like a pile of homework. Maybe I need to have a better attitude about homework and it won’t seem like it’s the end of the world every day. I think I officially have Senioritis. I don’t want to do anything, but unlike high school, I actually have shitloads of stuff to do.

I’m also kind of nervous about going to the gym today, for the first time ever, by myself. The amusing and ironic part of it is that I read an article today on Thought Catalog entitled Stop Caring What Everyone Else Thinks, which basically mirrored my hypocritical thoughts about the whole issue of caring what others think of you.

Relatedly, whenever I go outside to exercise around my neighborhood, for some reason the paranoia sets in and I think to myself ridiculous things like “I bet my neighbors are watching me, thinking ‘look at that fat girl‘” and whoever they might be saying that to might be replying with “‘yeah, but at least she’s doing something about her weight.'” Every. Single. Time. I guess that’s how insecurities work. But hey, at least I am doing something about my weight. I’m more confident and comfortable with who I am today than I ever have been.

I don’t have stupid, ignorant and naive high schoolers watching me with their peer-pressuring eyes, making me feel insecure on a day to day basis anymore. That’s the wonderful thing about college, actually. Especially art/design college. Nobody really gives a fuck what you look like, to be honest. And if they do, it’s most likely because they’re stuck in their high school mentality, or they’re a snobby fashion design student, if it’s related to clothing choices. True story.

Lastly, I just saw THIS on Facebook from güd:

And I am (probably unnaturally) infuriated with the message. UNTHANKFUL for European-style bathing suits? THAT’S FUCKING IGNORANT. Like, ugh, I can’t even properly express how angry that makes me. In a world that has been trying to get people to accept themselves and all kinds of weird things, this is just unacceptable. IF YOU WANT TO WEAR A EUROPEAN-STYLE BATHING SUITS, THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, SO GO THE FUCK AHEAD.


More Olympic Thoughts.

Every 4 years when I watch the Summer Olympics, I always get in a hyper-fitness mood. I watch these people break world records and lull myself into thinking that I could totally be like, half as good as them. Of course, I know I can’t – which to the optimist’s point of view, is like setting yourself up for a negative self-fulfilling prophecy. But I’ve never been very athletic (unless you count my legit boss skillz in handball and gold-medal excellence in grunting during tennis) and getting my body into Olympic shape would take A LONG ASS TIME. Although, I would love to be that fit.

I was watching swimming and gymnastics earlier and I thought to myself, man, sometimes I wish I had swimmer’s arms. But then I thought no, I’d look far too top-heavy. However, I would love to have a gymnast’s butt. They have the most spectacular butts. If you’re watching the Olympics this year, please tune into the gymnastics and stare at everyone’s butts. They’re fabulous.

Also, team USA really got their asses whooped by France in that 4×100 mens freestyle relay tonight. They were so close, but France forged ahead those last 10 meters. Touché. ALSO, why did Michael Phelps even participate in the individual 400 IM? He didn’t train for it, so what was the point? 4th place was embarrassing to watch. 

At least Ryan Lochte’s doing quite well this year. Seems like he’s the one to watch – competitively and eye-candily. Although I was reminded of the stunning Matt Grevers and his 6’8″ frame tonight during the 100m Backstroke and was hurtled back to 4 years ago when the Grevers-Lochte-Phelps trio was my swimming crush. *sigh*

Matt Grevers is a beast.

Lastly, I’m a little sad to find out that Ian Thorpe is not competing this year. Although I don’t think he competed in Beijing either. He’s getting old anyway, but he is such a babe. I remember watching The Thorpedo in Athens and Sydney. Bloody brilliant. They don’t call him The Thorpedo for nothing. ETA: He failed to qualify for the O

Ian Thorpe