Alright. We are going to try this again. I tried posting a week or so ago, only to be blocked by some technical error on behalf on either sg or the library. Anyway, it was awesome. I'll try to make this one equally as awesome.
I'm listening to 80's pop radio on yahoo music, as I access the internet from the library. The Hazel Park freaking Memorial Library. All I had to do was step outside the 4 walls of my house and I'd be connected to the world wide web, one hour a day, every day, for free. I also took out some books recently on stress and anger managment.
I'm transitioning into a better person right now. At least thats the goal. A goal I've been working on for almost 2 weeks now, and it's still going pretty strong. One, going to the library. It's kindof a big deal for me. Secondly, I went to the South Oakland YMCA this afternoon. I gotta say, I had a good experience. I stopped in last week and got a tour, and a pass for 3 free visits. I finally got up the courage to go today. I met a very handsome young trainer who helped me create a workout routine and, more importantly, taught me how to use the machines. I did a very solid 60 minute workout, which kicked my ass, but I feel so great. I'm making it part of my weekly schedule. Weekly schedule involves work and going to the library. This should really kick things up a knotch. I'm taking my life back! You know, I may say that every time I got through some sort of melodramatic crisis. Today, I mean it. I am not who I want to be as I push 25. I deserve better for myself and I'm taking strides to make it happen. go me.
The "transition" stems from a series of events that showed me I was not in control of my life, and I could lose alot if I didn't straighten things out for myself. I got suspended from work for 3 days. I exploded on a co-worker. Managers call it compassion fatigue. I call it Anger Managment. If I lost my job, I'd lose everything. My everything. I am dedicated to being there and I shouldn't stop, because the animals never do. With all the fucked up hit by cars, embedded collars and emaciated bait dogs, if I want to continue to be successful in this field, I must learn to manage my stress.
Unfortunately, that is all for now. My one hour is up. I have enjoyed this time we've spent together. Thank you, come again
--robot lola
I'm listening to 80's pop radio on yahoo music, as I access the internet from the library. The Hazel Park freaking Memorial Library. All I had to do was step outside the 4 walls of my house and I'd be connected to the world wide web, one hour a day, every day, for free. I also took out some books recently on stress and anger managment.
I'm transitioning into a better person right now. At least thats the goal. A goal I've been working on for almost 2 weeks now, and it's still going pretty strong. One, going to the library. It's kindof a big deal for me. Secondly, I went to the South Oakland YMCA this afternoon. I gotta say, I had a good experience. I stopped in last week and got a tour, and a pass for 3 free visits. I finally got up the courage to go today. I met a very handsome young trainer who helped me create a workout routine and, more importantly, taught me how to use the machines. I did a very solid 60 minute workout, which kicked my ass, but I feel so great. I'm making it part of my weekly schedule. Weekly schedule involves work and going to the library. This should really kick things up a knotch. I'm taking my life back! You know, I may say that every time I got through some sort of melodramatic crisis. Today, I mean it. I am not who I want to be as I push 25. I deserve better for myself and I'm taking strides to make it happen. go me.
The "transition" stems from a series of events that showed me I was not in control of my life, and I could lose alot if I didn't straighten things out for myself. I got suspended from work for 3 days. I exploded on a co-worker. Managers call it compassion fatigue. I call it Anger Managment. If I lost my job, I'd lose everything. My everything. I am dedicated to being there and I shouldn't stop, because the animals never do. With all the fucked up hit by cars, embedded collars and emaciated bait dogs, if I want to continue to be successful in this field, I must learn to manage my stress.
Unfortunately, that is all for now. My one hour is up. I have enjoyed this time we've spent together. Thank you, come again
--robot lola