Saturday, December 18, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
There are a few phrases that I can honestly say terrify me.
* "We're going to have a small quiz today on the first day of class. It's on completely basic principles and you all should have no problem remembering everything." Uh.... Well damn. This means that I'm not going to have any idea what's on this quiz. I get the quiz, the kid next to me is already done with his and I can't think of anything to write down. Crap. Good omens all around.
* "The basis for this theory is in quantum mechanics." Oh dear. This means I'm going to have to study and try and understand quantum mechanics?
* "This class is mostly full of freshmen." Hahahaha I'm a second year PhD student.... mm this should be fun.
On a side note, I kind of adore school being back in session because people watching has become a magnificent distraction of my time. Last week while waiting for a class to be open I saw the best kid walk by. He had a long curly fro that was styled perfectly in a Flock of Seagulls do. I wanted to take a picture so bad but kid was booking it like mad to get to class. Poor freshy, he was probably lost.
Posted by Heidi at 11:56 AM
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Funny thing them...
If you know me you know my feelings on using the dictionary to define things (i.e. I hate it) when giving a talk or something like that. But sometimes it does adequately express my relationship with the term I'm investigating.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Something that always makes me feel special is when I have to special order something from a restaurant. Here's a big secret about me. I like food. Every vacation I go on centers around the time of food I'm going to eat. Honestly. I'm going to AZ in a couple weeks, my sis asked me what I want to do, and all but one of the things I listed was a restaurant I wanted to visit. I live large right?
One of my favorite places to eat happens to be California Pizza Kitchen. Their crust is just about the best thing in my little world. My favorite pizza of theirs is the Santa Fe Chicken. I think it reminds me of home even though it is not remotely like anything in Santa Fe. But the guacamole it comes with is quality. Anyway, it is no longer on their menu. Why it isn't I have no idea because every one I have talked to really likes it. But they're still make it for you... if you ask the chef. So each time I go I get to special order from the chef something that isn't on the menu. It makes me feel special all the time. I just can't help it! I'm a high roller what can I say.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
One of the things I miss the most about being away from New Mexico is my puppies. My parents have two miniature schnauzers that I adore. And here in Mich I have often considered getting a dog. Don't worry, I'm practical enough to realize that I don't have enough time to devote to one, but fortunately I have a friend who just got a puppy. And that friend likes me just enough to let me dogsit her sometimes : ). He also let me name her. So let me introduce my proxy dog:
So I think I can safely say we've all done this: You're driving along nicely in your car and you realize you're not in the lane of traffic you need to be and you want to move over. Some kind soul lets you in and you do this:
On another completely unrelated thought, I played the piano for an hour and a half today. I have really missed playing the piano so this was really enjoyable to me. But I realized that my wrists and fingers are sore. I haven't played the piano in so long that I'm actually sore from doing it! I didn't even remember you could get sore! Maybe that's why I was playing so terribly haha, I'm out of practice!!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
That's right. Day 2. Technically this should have been day one but I was got involved in a fairly spectacular conversation and after said conversation I couldn't think about anything remotely related to day one. So here we sit on day 2. Here's what happened:
It was late Saturday evening. I got a text while sitting in a movie.
It's from my sister saying she's running a half marathon. HA. I about choked.
Instead I smartly responded "What?".
"A half marathon in QC at the end of January."
The next morning I was kind of asleep still...
Me: "Okay so what's going on?"
Abbey: "I'm running a half marathon. Want to run it with me?"
Me: "Okay deal"
And that was it. Deal done. What on earth have I done? Weirdly though I am super excited (we're at Sunday now). I found a training plan to follow and even worked in another week by week thing to train my spirituality kinda. I've always kind of had it in the back of my head as one of those things I'd like to do but was pretty sure I'd never do. Because I'm terrible at running. I don't like running. Well I like that running makes me feel good, but I am not good at it. It is not something that comes easy to me. Not being able to do math in front of my genius father, that comes easy to me, running... that does not come easy to me. But I've been getting better at it, so I'm excited about running for two hours and thirteen hours. I'm excited.
Monday. Day one of training. I'm sore already from last weeks working out. But I'm excited. Day one of training is running for 36 minutes, for me that's about 3.5 miles. I'm excited, hyped up and ready to go!!! I made a new playlist to listen to and I am PSYCHED about it. I started running and then I realized that day one was not a good day. It was a punch you in the face each step you take kind of a day. It was a stomach cramp day. I haven't gotten stomach cramps in like 6 years, since I was doing fitness days with a British soccer coach. What. The. Heck. Day one was not a good cardio day. Not a good day at all. Granted we all have good days and bad days. My bad days running are more often then my good days. But they still punch you in the face suck. It was while I was getting punched in the face that I started regretting this long and thought out decision making process of mine. Regretting it.
But it was just a bad day. And I'm still excited. But day one left me so wrecked that day two didn't even happen. How sad it that. At least I have 6 months to get through this :).
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Ah the last day of July.... I'm not exactly sure where July went as the last thing I remember was being home in New Mex for the Fourth of July, but I guess it had to have gone somewhere since it's now just a few short hours away from August... Ah well. I've had a couple thoughts in the past week that I thought I'd share/get input on. And they're completely and totally unrelated but I'm too efficient (read: lazy) to put them in two different posts. So. Two for one special aisle five.
Gaming: I was playing games recently and a friend of mine mentioned that her husband has a theory about people. That when it comes to 'games' they are either the kind that lose and never want to play again, or the kind that lose and must play again. This got me thinking about which type I fall into. Now, I'm a competitive person. I like to be good at things that I undertake. And I like to win. Secretly I like to beat people into the ground with my superior skill in wit, athleticism, and all around awesomeness. But despite that, after consideration, I fall into category one; the type that will lose and doesn't care to play again. Here's why. I figured that when I really care about the game that I'm playing, I'm putting as much effort into is as I have at the time, and if (big if!) I lose, I really don't want to play again because I already put in my effort so I'm done. This is not a defeatist attitude trust me, it's just me saying 'okay, I did that, didn't win, and I'm okay with that'. If I don't care about the game then I'm probably playing to appease others and if I lose I'd rather do something I can win and pound people at then go another round at the game I didn't care about in the first place. So even though I'm competitive.... I'm okay with losing and then being done. (*note, this does not apply when I am learning a game, then I want to play as many times as possible until I feel I am as good as I can be. Prideful, I know but there it is.)
Music: It's funny to me how some senses are completely tied to memories. Specifically I can hear a certain song and it reminds me immediately, for better or worse, of a certain person or exact instant in time. I can recall perfectly every emotion and detail of the memory or aspect of the person I'm remembering. This happened the other day because I decided to go to an old school playlist on my ipod for a run I went on. Every song I listened to made me think of something like this. For example, "Let It Rock" by Kevin Rudolf reminds me of living at my sisters house in Gilbert and driving home late at night from Sonic just blasting the song with my open windows, then pulling into the driveway and just sitting and listening and feeling so happy about my situation. It was so significant because my sister had just moved to this house they rented and we painted it and moved in and it really felt like a home. That is also the house I got locked out of and instead of calling my sister at one in the morning I slept in my car.... I was a loser. But a happy loser hahaha. I have so many other scenarios like this it kind of baffles me. I have a strong relationship with music and my emotions so maybe that is the reason for the correlation but even if it isn't I love the little memories that are randomly triggered without my invitation or permission. Even the bittersweet ones.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
On the whole, I find blinkers really annoying.
I fully realize their usefulness. Don't get me wrong. They inform people of your intended direction which is incredibly useful. Unless of course you have forgotten that your directional indicator is currently operating and you don't actually intend on turning. But that noise, inside my own car, is juuuussssttt repetitive enough to have me looking around for a hard surface to bang my head on repeatedly.
Yesterday though I saw something that made me wonder.
I can't say that I've ever seen why my blinker actually looks like from other people's perspectives, but I feel safe in saying it doesn't do what this mustang does. But is my blinker also confusing? I'm just not sure.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Last night I went to go see Despicable Me. Super cute movie, I love the little minions and I was laughing a lot. I would totally recommend seeing it. But I had a few thoughts about movies and how they kind of annoy me. This most likely sounds like blasphemy because anyone who's talked to me for more than 5 minutes probably knows that I am a downright movie whore. I love to watch movies more than almost any other activity and I do it very often. So these annoyances won't ever deter me from seeing movies, they're just pet peeves I guess.
First the preview four years in advance. Okay, four years is a little extreme....but really, I don't want to see a preview for a movie (in this case a Smurf movie which I have many more thoughts on) that doesn't come out until next summer. Do I really need to know about this now? No. I don't give a flying flip about it. And it's just going to annoy me every time I see the preview that it's still 12 months away.
Second, the obsession with 3D. Can we be done with this yet? I fully submit that movies can be completely fantastic without making me sick or wear nasty dirty glasses in the process. Let's take Step Up 3D.... I do not need to see these dancers in 3D. I'm already going to feel like a loser because I can't dance this way, I don't need to "feel" (and I use that term waaaayyyy loosely) like they're dancing up on me too.... I really feel like we need to step back and look at movies for what they originally were. I went to see a Hitchcock movie recently and this genre of horror was so different then. He made you really think about this and he paid attention to the ambiance and really pulled you into the story. He didn't need fanfare or 3D to make you feel like you were there. Seriously I just want to be done with 3D and even worse, it's $15 to see one instead of $10.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Every time I travel I have the same thought. I wish always that I had someone to travel with me. I wish that not only because it would be nice to not be alone, but mostly because I have many people watching thoughts. I mean many thoughts. And not just about people I guess, for one I have always wondered about my luggage. These people look so haphazard when they're dealing with my luggage and yet somehow it always arrives through the correct transfers. Amazing. Yesterday I dropped my phone. I'm normally very wrapped up in myself I guess you could say. I'm normally with my headphones on also reading a book so I was surprised when this very nice woman pointed at me and said, "Oh I just gave it to the lady." I was very confused at first because I hadn't noticed my phone being gone yet. But it was really nice to know that people are nice. I also just like to watch people. What they're wearing and how they interact with other people. It's all so extremely fascinating. It also fascinates me how mean people can sometimes be when you're waiting in line to get on the plane. Honestly, does it matter if you are one person up in the line or one person back? No. It doesn't. We're all going to the same place anyway. But still just lots of fun and makes the trip more interesting.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Golden, crunchy, fried potatoes. Oh my good heavens I adore french fries. I could eat them all the time. I can even rank them in terms of who has the best. (Chick-Fil-A and McDonalds in case you're wondering) Why am I making a monologue about golden fried goodness you ask? Well because every time I resolve to eat better I decide that I should not eat as many french fries as I do. I target other things as well but french fries are really the things that stab me right in the heart. I do not ever cut them out completely. Because I want to enjoy life (honestly don't ever lecture me about this, it's one of the few things that actually makes me angry ; ). But I do try to limit them to once a week, and then only small. Well I haven't had any for two weeks. I think it's because I haven't eaten with anyone else in that time, and when I'm alone I mostly eat tortillas and the leftover glorious enchiladas I made. But my cravings have been getting intense. I talked to my sis about Chick-fil-a I think on Tuesday and I've brought it up every day since then. I guess it's good we don't have those here.... Haha I better get some soon or I think I'm going to crack!
I have many other "siren calls" but this is the only one I can think of right now : ).
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Motivation has been a big problem for me this summer. Not only in work and relationships (as in friends, families, doing things for others), but also in blogging. I've actually had many thoughts I'd like to commit to proverbial 'paper', but sadly either they would be alittletoo soul bearing for my taste, or I just haven't done it. But I feel the time has come for me to state the biggest problem I'm having this summer. Books.
I don't get to read much during the school year. It's kind of a mental block I have, I get too completely engrossed in the books I do pick up that they either need to be ones that I can finish in a few hours, or the won't get done for months, just so I can focus on school. But then summer hits. And all the cravings I've had for books hit me all at the same time with a great degree of potency. Let me illustrate the degree this has taken me over. In the past 4 business days (haha not counting Sunday), I've bought 12 new books. That's right. Twelve. Even more interesting, I've already read four of them. Two I'd previously read before buying them, but they're not counted in the four I've read. Well one of them is but I did actually read it. And it's not even like I'm buying a series. My tastes for these books are insanely diverse. I have a memoir, a rousing tale of sisterhood through the decades, a coughfewcough teen books (these are the sort that just take me hours to read), a novel about the changing world around the times of civil rights, and three gritty murder mysteries. I'm also currently reading, but purchased long ago, a WWII novel by I believe my favorite author. I have an addiction. And it's only getting worse. I wonder if there's some way I could transform my motivation for procuring and reading these books into the research I should be doing....
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I was out of town this past week (more on that to come). But just as I anticipated the little ducks were born while I was out.... 7 little duckies were born and are now out following their momma around somewhere. I unfortunately haven't seen the little ones but I can just imagine that they're adorable. All I have is the picture of what's left.
One little egg that didn't hatch and some broken shells. I don't know what to think about the last egg. I know that this happens sometimes but it still makes me sad. I also can't help wondering if some sort of other animal will come and take it.... what else is going to happen to it?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
This might sound weird but I don't get nervous speaking in front of people. I've given a ton of presentations. I've taught classes, I've given presentation to high school students trying to get them to like engineering, and I've talked so much about engineering to my professors I get bored thinking about it. I've even presented engineering work to non-engineers. All those times I get a little nervous right before but that's it. Well not this time. I'm talking at a conference next week and preparing the presentation right now. I wasn't nervous until I made the presentation. Now I'm absolutely petrified. I have to practice the presentation tomorrow in front of my professor and truly that is what scaring me the most. I don't know why but make a fool of myself in front of this person is more terrifying than presenting in front of professional engineers. But then again I haven't gotten to that part yet :). Right now I'm just paralyzed. Ugh. Fear. It's a terrible emotion.
Friday, May 28, 2010
I've had some thoughts lately and none of them are really long enough to make their own whatever so they'll just all be jumbled into one collage of fun.
I was watching Friday Night Lights last week I think and the daughter on the show told her mom that she didn't know why they went to church. Her mom got really worried and talked to her about why she felt church was important. She said that she thought church was important because it will be "something that can hold you, when I'm not able to hold you anymore." I thought this was the coolest thought about religion, or really anything that holds you. We all need those things that we can hold us back when we have to grow up. Especially when we don't want to grow up.
Less serious thought: I love the spring. Honestly I really do. But I also pretty much hate it because all these bugs and their bug friends come out. I may have told this story before when I was small my dad would always kill spiders for me. And before he would kill them he would take a close look at them and say "Oh! it's a jumping spider!" In my little head I would always think "Oh man, I wonder how he knows which spiders jump?!" It took me a legit 21 years to figure out that he said that about every spider and then call him on it. He laughed at me. I'm pretty sure he worried about my sanity. But anyway, here in lovely AA, there are actually spiders that jump. They legit jump. Well this morning I woke up, looked at the wall above my head and there sat a spider. Hate that. Then later in the morning I'm chilling on my couch and a flipping WASP flies by. Not good. It almost makes me miss Arizona where it's too dang hot for bugs to inhabit.
I've been having shopping problems lately. I can't seem to stop myself. Yet everything I've bought is of course absolutely fabulous. I got some brilliant shoes that are somewhat like the Louboutin fabulousity that I actually want. I got lots of sweet shirts and a fantastic straightener, and a present for my friend. I need to stop.... but all I can think about is going to the mall. I'm usually not like this!
That's all I've got. I'm rambly today if you can't tell....
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Yesterday I came home and Betty had been scared away from her nest so I finally got to get a picture of her nest. Usually when she leaves she covers up the eggs so I can't see them but since she was scared I could sneak a quick pic.
I could see ten eggs. There could be more somewhat hidden but all I could see was ten. I would post a pic of Betty but it would be exactly the same as the last one I posted. She sits on the nest for about 23 hours a day as far as I can tell. There have been some insane rain storms and she diligently sits there. I admire her stamina honestly. She still watches me somewhat distrustingly but she'll listen while I talk to her and I believe she's convinced I'm not going to hurt her now.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wanted: A graduate student.
Do you like to do puzzles? Do you like to work in buildings and labs with no windows? Do you find great satisfaction from meaningless and trivial daily victories? Then do I have the job for you!!
Benefits: If you stick with it long enough you may come out with a degree, although you must also do a post doc after achieving said degree to have any hope of a job and even then a job is not assured. You get the privilege of continuing to take classes at a much higher level with professors who are either fantastic or drastically condescending. You get an added realization of the true benefit and value of sleep, your home, the time it takes to do laundry, and seeing your family infrequently.
Don't get me wrong. I do actually like my job. And I'm excited to be getting a PhD. But some days, I have days where I agree wholeheartedly with my dad. He tells me that some days serve only to help me understand the act of drinking large amounts of hard alcohol.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
I liked my sisters name much better than Lucy so I'm changing her name to Betty. I finally got a picture of her! She is getting more used to me. I actually had a party at my house last night and she stayed on her nest the entire time. I was impressed she didn't get scared with the number of people going in and out. She is so cute. She's now up to 9 or 10 eggs. I'm so amazed that such a tiny duck can have that many eggs!! That's the only update I have for now though. More to come!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Here's the thing though, we never had tulips. I remember planting them once and then watching these d*** (but cute) rabbits come up and eat the entire flower in one bite. So disappointing. I don't know if that is the reason I never really cared for tulips or what, but basically I thought they were boring. Just not a very interesting shape I guess. I always could draw them pretty well though hahah......
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Most the time it's just a dull ache. That thing I mostly try not to think about. Sometimes I forget about the ache and it rescinds into my chest. This happens when I'm busy, doing other things, or laughing. But then there are days when the Ache is more of a stabbing. These are not trivial Aches. They are not the kind you feel momentarily after a bad break up with a boy you were never supposed to be with anyway, or the ache of getting in an fleeting argument with a friend. These Aches are not those aches. No matter what I do I cannot forget that these Aches are there. I cannot forget that it just hurts and there's nothing I can do about it. I can't forget it, I can't get rid of it, I just have to feel it.
The more that I live with my friend, the Ache, the more I start to realize there could be benefits to it. Of course I resented it at first. I even considered, and would have, given up all my dreams to live without it. But you can't do that can you? You cannot give up things to stop the hurt. Sometimes you wish on all the stars that it didn't hurt, but would you really ever give up the cause of the hurt? Never, because the things that hurt the most, the things that cause the biggest Aches in our hearts, are the things we love the most. They're the things that would Always make us question giving up our dreams. But these Aches are special Aches, not only are they kind that never go away, they're the kind that push us to be better. The kind that teach us we can't give up on our dreams, even if we wish and hope that we could.
There can be comfort in the pain. Comfort in the fact, that behind the Ache, behind the things that hurt, is complete and pure Love. The kind of Love that makes you smile in the dark, that brings you joy in the hardest of times. The Ache hurts, but the Love always shines through in the end. It makes the Ache worth it. It teaches me that the Ache is there to make me more aware of the Love, not to block out the Love. So the Ache is there. And I can't, and won't, get rid of it. So I embrace the Love it brings, and the comfort that I am not the only one with the Aches. And of course not the only one with such amazing Love in my life.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I've been watching this show on the Discovery Channel. It's narrated by Oprah, it's gorgeous on my HD TV and it's all around really really interesting. (Cite here that once again I am a nerd and love to watch educational things especially about animals.... :).
I know that you can buy these DVD's but I think they're like $60* or something so I've just been taping them. I have 8 of the 11 episodes taped and have watched two of them. The first one was about mammals, so you know....I can relate. Fun fact, I don't know if I just missed this in elementary school or what but I totally didn't know bats are mammals. I guess it makes since because I knew they didn't lay eggs, I just never put them in the same category as other mammals. I think it's because they're not hairy....
But anyway, my main thought is the conclusion I came to while watching Episode 3: Fish. I don't know if kids under the age of, say....15, should be watching this stuff. First like all discovery shows there's the animal mating, which actually you don't see in this series, but they talk about it a lot. Second, and most importantly is that I'm pretty sure this kind of stuff will scar little children. I'm pretty sure that I'M scarred.
Case #1: In Episode 2: Mammals we're learning about how mammals can adapt to their surroundings so well, so we're looking at Reindeer (I so don't remember their technical name.....it wasn't caribou). They have specially designed hooves that are soft in the summer and hard in the winter to cut through snow. Nifty right? Then it's talking about the crowning feature of mammals is that they protect and care for their young for much longer than most other species. THEN it goes to a momma reindeer who has lost her calf and how she'll spend days trying to find it. And then in Oprah's soothing voice you hear, but she won't find it alive. Cut to the shot of a dead reindeer and about four vultures tearing meat off of it. Well thanks Life, you've made me cry. 'Preciate that.
Case #2: The entire fish episode. There is just way too much of "there's always a bigger fish out there".
Case #3: And last again in the fish episode. There is some fish in Hawaii, that is two inches long and spends it's entire life sucking it's way up the side of a 400 ft waterfall trying to get to 'tranquil waters' up above it where it can breed. This fish literally uses it's sucker mouth to inch it's way up the side of a freaking waterfall. And this is the message that Oprah leaves us with, "Very few are strong enough to make it. Most spend their entire lives trying to get up the waterfall just to fail and die at the bottom." Again. Thanks for the life lessons. This is really what I want little children to be learning.
Just to be clear, this really is an awesome series and I'm really glad that they are showing it on tv so I can have it and not have to pay for it. I'm just saying I'm not sure I would let little kids watch it. I'm just way to happy with my niece thinking that lions and zebras are friends to every subject her to this. At least not until she's way older.
*I really have no idea the price I'm just throwing something out there....
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I think I've begun to embrace my inner nerd. As of today I finally bit down whatever pride I had and attached my jump drive* to my keys. This is an extremely common practice among
nerds engineers because as we're going about our day doing engineer-y things like taking SEM pictures, copying someone's homework, lab testing, etc. you really just don't know when you need to bust out your jump drive! You'll need immediately to transfer data from computer to computer, home to work, or from random data taking device to your laptop.
I really did resist. Six whole years of being an engineer and I resisted. One because I really hate things being on my keys (I think I've mentioned this before). But more importantly, having a jump drive on your keys instantly labels you as a nerd. No escaping it. The evidence is right there, in your hand or on your person at all times. But by golly** it's so convenient! Let's go take some data and then move it!
*(Most people I know call this a flash drive but that's in reference to the type of memory it is and I just can't sink that low yet)
**(I'm sorry. "By Golly" is really lame. I know this. But it's Easter and I feel that I can't go anywhere near swearing on Easter)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I'm going to make a confession here... I have only worked out once in the past three weeks. Granted pretty much every night I do some push-ups, sit-ups and abs, and plank for at least a minute. But I don't really think that this counts. Now though I've confirmed it doesn't count. I've discovered that when I don't work out my mental health really starts spiralling towards crazy town. Maybe it's the endorphins, maybe it's just the fact that when my body isn't doing anything it's meant to be doing, or maybe it's really because when I'm not working out all I'm doing is sitting in my office and working. Ugh.
My whole point for this though is not just to admit that I'm a fat lazy ass.... but more to share my realization once again that working out is probably the best thing ever. It makes all aspects of my life better. And I'm just SO excited that today I get to work out by playing my favorite game - Soccer : ).
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I went to the gym last night at about 10 pm so perhaps this is my fault. But ALL the weirdos go to the gym that late. Honestly, predominantly all the people at the gym fall into two categories.*
(1) The Crahazy workout guys who are pretty psycho about their work out routines. These boys travel in packs of about 3 or more. They laugh a lot but mostly only when their buddy is crying out in pain because he's on his 300th rep. Curiously they also only wear the gay shirts that are sleeveless, but not just sleeveless. Oh no, these are the shirts that also have no sides and are only connected in a thin band around the waist. This I believe is to show off to all the other psycho guys how good their abs look from the side. But maybe it's really for good air flow...I'm not sure as I will never wear one.
(2) The girls. I wish that there was a sound byte function so you could actually hear how I'm saying the word 'girls'. It would be extremely high pitched valley-girlish and might include a foot pop. These are the girls who go to the gym in clothing that in all societies is not considered actual clothing. And they don't really have the look for it anyway. They also travel in packs curiously enough. Their workout consists of doing every possible weight or exercise but for only about 30 seconds. No joke, last night I saw a girl get all ready for sit-ups, do ONE, and then get up and move on to squats where she did 3. Feel the burn sweetheart. I also got a dirty look because I was on the same machine for 50 minutes and I guess she wanted her 30 seconds....
One thing both groups have in common is that they could all benefit from a personal training session. If for no other purpose then to show them the proper weight lifting technique. For instance, when doing a squat the most terrible thing you can do is extend your knees out past your toes. Well apparently no one shared.... I'm pretty sure they're all doing more harm then good. But that could just be my impression. Also throwing the weights around with no semblance of control doesn't really exhibit the finesse you think of when someone has a lot of strength.
Mostly I was just shocked at the oddness of these gym going people. I was there for an hour and a half and was pretty sad the entire time that I was there by myself and had no one to comment to. I think next time I'll go at a different time.
*I say not all because granted I was there and while I did feel like a weirdo by association, my being rejects that I am actually this weird