The Art of Obscenity

The more I learn about the protests the more disgusted I am by the protestors. No one getting a financial, mathematical, engineering or law degree is protesting, it’s only the liberal arts groups that are unhappy. If I’d have to guess I’d say it’s cause they don’t have a clue how finances work or how fucked up the Quebec financial system is right now. Instead they disrupt the taxpayers who are paying for their already incredibly subsidized education. They’d rather cause trouble then go get drunk instead of having one less shot a week so they can cover the increase? Spoiled. Selfish. Cunts. As far as I’m concerned anyone who protests should be kicked out of school and refused an education unless they pay the full price for it. No subsidies. I’m tired of my taxes paying for these people, education is wasted on them.

I feel physically tired but mentally alert. I guess this is what happens when I stop being a lazy bastard. I might skip running tonight though, my legs are sore and I really want to go to the gym tomorrow morning. I need to balance this out a bit so I build muscles and cardio.　

I wish I could go back to a time before my fear became so rampant I could enjoy the idea of not knowing something. When every unknown was a challenge I wanted to overcome instead of something that might prove I’m the failure I think I am.　

Being as close to finished on this project as I am, I just realised I have next to nothing to do for the next 6 weeks. This should be interesting as fuck.　

So that was one hell of a tiring weekend. I skipped the gym last Thursday morning because I was exhausted and could barely move. Yet by Friday I was regretting it, I was feeling sluggish and depressed and I realised I had to force myself to do some sort of activity. So right after work I took off to the park and ran for as long as I could. Let me tell you, it wasn’t very long, but during I realised I haven’t been doing enough cardio. Lifting weights is nice, and it keeps me from gaining weight, but it doesn’t change the fact I’m always too lazy to ever go out and have fun. So Saturday morning I went to the gym but then I went for a run again at night. Sunday I slept in past 8pm for the first time in I have no idea how long because I was so tired. Still when the option came to take the metro home after me and D spent the afternoon downtown we opted to walk home. Berri-Uqam all the way to Atwater, then Atwater down to Wellington. Then yesterday I went tanning in the park, had a mini picnic-ish afternoon with D, and then went for another run. The running hasn’t gotten any less pathetic, and my legs are killing me at all times, but I’m ridiculously happy I keep pushing through. The more active, the better I feel and the better I sleep. Not to mention the more sun, the more vitamin D, the better and happier I feel.