so, all i do is exercise and eat healthy now.

this morning hiking, i saw two helicopters, they kept circling around and my cousin and i were trying to figure out what was going on.

no other people on the trail. somewhat early morning. weirdness!

then we got to the very tippy top and there was a group of people sitting.... we checked out the view, and began going down.

i made a joke about how i wasn't going to carry my cousin down if she fell...

then we see at least ten firemen(only 1 hottie) coming up, with a bunch of stuff and a stretcher on wheels. they asked how much further, and i told them just a few minutes. they asked if we wanted to help, somewhat joking, somewhat serious. i think by the sign of their drenched shirts they were pretty tired.

anyway, turns out it was all over the news... an older lady we having chest pains.

so, new note to self... bring cell phone even though it is annoying to have stuff when running down... because i may need a rescue someday.

oh, and i did 500 crunches today. i am obsessed.

clouds be gone. this is too buffalo-esque.


this whole not spending money thing sucks. aruba better be worth it.

waking up at 530 to workout. i hate it.


but i love the results im getting already and its only been a few weeks.



it takes hard work and dedication, and a verrrrrry early bedtime.


i have given up social life for exercise.

its much easier to get what you want if you just make it known. and even if you don't get it, you will be happier knowing you spoke your mind.

ps. exercise and eating right are addictive.

i found out this morning before work that a young man i knew from ub was shot and killed a few weeks ago.

i was completely shocked and upset. although i didn't know him too well, he seemed like a nice guy, and we kissed once. i hung out with him and a bunch of ub people one night and we drank and had fun and craziness. it was one of those random great nights that stay clear in your memory.

what is even more odd is that i have lots of photos of him in my laptop, from that night we hung out, and me and friends would look at them sometimes and laugh.

he was 23, and was murdered the same day he graduated. luckily the cameras in main street caught the murderer. the poor guy's mother had to spend mother's day making funeral arrangements.

it makes me think... i want to really live each day with meaning and be full of life. i know life is hard, but at this age i(and everyone my age) have so much to look forward to, and so many decisions to make and ways to shape my life....

i just don't want to live a wasted life. i don't want to ever feel sorry for myself again and or wish i have something i don't. it can all disappear like that.

i doubt i would have ever talked to him or reconnected with him, but he made an impact on my life. it's a wake up call, to realize how amazing my life is...

i am grateful to be here now.