fried chicken.

I have had this complete obsession with obtaining a gorilla costume for quite some time now. What I found when shopping for said furry outfit I noticed they were all quite scary and intimidating. Now, I don't want that to be what my gorilla conveys to my adoring public!

SO, I have changed my mind and now am on a quest to work into my budget (which somehow has been occupied by these ridiculous things called BILLS) a CHICKEN SUIT!

I mean, HELLO! Where have I been?! A chicken suit is where it's at! I can only imagine what havoc and ridiculousness I would cause around campus my final year at Peace College. Not convinced? Just look at the damn thing! It screeeeeams V all over it!

What's up chicken butt?

Only thing better would be a chicken driving a golf cart - also in progress.

P90FUCKMYSHITUP

So we bought that P90X program. Well, strike that - Sarah bought it and I'm using it. She/We.. whatever.. purchased it a little while ago and it had been taking up space next to the Wii game system in the tv cabinet. It was then moved to the shelf were it vacated a spot snugly wedged between various history books. I decided to take the initiative and start the program recently. I read the books. I watched the preDVD. I even set up my own random charts which consisted of workout times and what to eat and when to eat it. It's a great program. HOWEVER, I am very convinced on one thing.

Mr. whatshisface is clearly on cocaine. 

I know, I know, working out gets you all ENERGIZED and pumped on life (side note - while typing the word "pump" I first accidently wrote out the word "pimp." Pimped on life. I like it)... but I feel this guy goes a little beyond that and is under the influence of some sort of drug which he happened to cut into his supplement plan.  Even right behind me, the TV is on pause and he's striking his heisman stance with a look in his eyes of pure fervor.

The guy is flat out scary folks - and don't be surprised when he has a heart attack from speed balling on hard drugs and protein shakes.

KENYANS!

I just started taking these pills (thanks mom). They're magic pills. No wait - that would be vicodin. Anyway, it's just a supplement that you take once a day 15 to 30 minutes before breakfast or lunch. You know, one of those speedupyourmetabolismlikeyoujustshovedcrackupyourass pills. I usually don't feel much from them - except when I feel like they aren't working and borderline overdose on them then nearly suffocate in my pillows (gee, that was FUN). However, this one makes me all tweaky. I'm not kidding. I think I just folded 75289134021763078 sweatshirts in less than 3 minutes. So, in honor of supplements that harness the energy of crystal meth I thought this video would be appropriate.

400 BABIES!!!!!


Now, please excuse me while I run 5,000 laps around the bookstore while breaking hangers over my face.


ener-V!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bookstored.

I'm so bored.
I'm the kind of bored that actually physically HURTS.

It's not like anyone is even coming in here because they are scared away by the massive constuction going on directly next to me. Seriously. People are literally knocking down walls. Actually, it sounds like they are attempting to demolish this building from the inside out. I kind of wish they would. I would get the rest of the day off.

I want to go on an epic adventure. Alas, yo no tengo dinero - aka, I'm broke as a joke because of bills. I haven't been to the beach once. I'm from Florida for Christ's sake! I'm uber-European white and it's not like I'm getting any sun in Raleigh because we've been having biblical storms. You know - massive flooding, lightning striking the golden images of my pagan gods.. and locusts, can't forget the locusts. Okay, so it's just been raining a lot.

Everyone has been chatting on with me about their great summer trips and here I am... work... class... sleep. Work.. class.. sleep. Work.. class.. sleep. Thankfully this is my last week of clase de espanol. I have decided that I hate spanish and would rather learn something of more interest - tagalog for instance.

Shit. I think I have homework. Maybe that will distract the pain of boredom for the time being. At the very least it will replace it with cramps of frustration.

v.