I’ve been spending the majority of today in bed reading. I don’t really feel like doing much else. Really I should be cleaning my room and getting shit organized for when I move, but I’d rather just read. 

This Wednesday I’m temporarily going back out to my parents place in Vail to take care of the house while they’re out of the country. Which means it’ll be a half an hour drive to my gym everyday, but that’s ok.  

I really just wish I could move my shit to the new apartment now and just get it over with. 

So apparently Miss Tucson (or is it Ms.?) works out at my gym. This of course is of little to no importance to me because I a. don’t see the real value in beauty pageants, and b. don’t think that being a pageant winner of all of Tucson is that big of a deal, but I digress. 

So yesterday my boxing coach Chris and BJJ instructor Jay were all jealous because Miss Tucson wanted to train with me. They got even more jealous when she showed up in just a sports bra and yoga pants to train with me. Jay spent the rest of the morning calling me a “lucky arab son of a bitch.” He’s one hilarious motherfucker. 

So at the end of the training session she gave me her number. I don’t know what I’m going to do with it because I’m not that interested in pursuing any future ventures with her, but I suppose it makes for a decent story. 

I let way too many things slip through my fingers only to regret it later. I’m incapable of living in the present.

End sob story.

Who actually liked Toy Story 2 better than Toy Story? Why is it rated higher?