50 Shades, “I FINALLY PICKED MY MAJOR!”, and working out

So, I’m sure you’ve all heard of the trilogy that is taking soccer moms across America by storm. Oh, you haven’t? Where do you live, under a damn rock? GET A LIFE, AND READ THIS SERIES. Victoria, be nice! Ahem — please excuse myself, this book has really got my panties in a bunch. 50 Shades of Grey is ridiculous. I don’t even know what to say about it, except that I need to find myself a real life Christian Grey, yesterday. These books have been keeping me up all night. I can’t put them down. Seriously, though. It’s become an actual issue. “One more chapter” turns into, “Fuck! I just finished the first book and have to wait thirty-seven seconds for the next one to download onto my Kindle?! Noooooo!” That’s right, bitches. Mama got herself a Kindle. I’ve got all my co-workers reading the books, and they’re hooked, too. It is erotic fiction, but it’s not trashy! It’s tasteful, sophisticated, and incredibly sexy. Christian with his twitchy palms…oh, boy. I should stop now.

*Word of advice to anyone planning on making the best decision of their life and reading these books: keep a cold, cold glass of water nearby. You can thank me later.

Anyway, I digress. In the school sector of my life, I have finally settled on a major. I choose you, Visual Anthropology (and maybe Film, too)! I had a long chat with my favorite professor in the whole wide world, John Baker, and he made me realize that I kind of already made this choice a while ago. Well, not the “visual” part, but the Anthropology part. I’ve taken all his classes (Biological Anthropology, Anthropology of Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion, and Linguistic Anthropology) and thoroughly enjoyed all of the material. The whole Film part is also something I subconsciously decided a long, long time ago, too. I’ve always been interested in the writing, production, basically everything. Ooh, especially the bossing other people around, that’s my favorite.  I’ll probably end up directing my own documentaries, or something. I’m pretty stoked about it. Now, all I have to do is finish taking my classes at the cheapest price possible, then put my big girl pants on. Transfer time. What if I ended up at Columbia? A girl can dream.

Lastly, I’ve become a gym rat. Really. I unlocked the badge on Foursquare! Ten straight weeks, baby. Who would have ever thought the day would come when this Taco Bell addict and french fry connoisseur  would do such a thing? I now hit the gym at least three times a week. AND, I’m taking TRX classes on top of my personal training. I know, right? Who am I? I wasn’t able to do anything “active” during my post-accident recovery period (the last ten months) and this is the best feeling, ever. Being able to actually move again. Ah, amazing. I’m nowhere near 100%, yet, but I’m getting there. Slowly, but surely. My body has been toning up quite nicely, if I do say so myself. My goal is to fit into my prom dress again. High school body, here I come! Oh, and I bought two new really cute bikinis. And splurged a little at lululemon…Whatever. I deserve it. Ah, I almost forgot! The 24 Hour Fitness I go to had a weight loss competition for the month of April. I lost six pounds. Yay, me. I really hope I win, because, if I do, I get three personal training sessions for FREE. Do you know how expensive that shit is? Jeez. I weighed in this morning, and now, I shall feast.

Laters, baby.