I'm heading out to Boston for a few days, starting today. What does that mean to you? It means that I'll probably be lazy with updates because I just had to buy the world's smallest laptop. It's extremely portable, of course, but is also nearly impossible to type long posts on. Nevertheless, I'm going to try to finish one on the plane.
Actually, because instead of actually planning this trip I just randomly bought a plane ticket and told people I was coming a couple days before, I am stuck with very little to do. So if you are a fine young lady in the Boston area, e-mail me. Do it!
Are you interested in working out, but have no idea how? That's where I was until a year and a half ago. I avoided the gym because I was so clueless about what to do there that I didn't want to make a fool of myself.
Looking information on the internet is almost pointless, because every document out there is for people who know what they're doing. I didn't.
I finally got an idea of what to do when I moved to LA. One of my roommates, Tyler, is considered to be perhaps the most obsessed and analytical pickup artist in the business. I mean that in a good way - for a while he made it his life, and as a result he got to the top faster than anyone else ever has.
I was just thinking about fifteen minutes ago, "I don't think I've ever personally used the word foist before". Not that I remember every word I've said, necessarily, but I think I'd remember if I said foist. Today I resolve to use the word foist at least once in a natural context - so watch out for that.
When we last left our heroes, we had just taken all of the seats out of our mighty new school bus.
To get this party started, check out the official BtyB-Time-Machine satellite photo of the bus. This is in no way blantantly ripped from google maps :
Why? Because a) they're awesome and b) I don't yet have my dehydrator, so there's no other bread products I can eat. Poor me.
Since I switched over, the polyphasic sleep schedule has been going WAY better. The difference is day and night (my god, I'm funny). In the past 7 days I've overslept by maybe 4 hours total, less if I get credit for missed naps. Even more significant, I feel great the whole time. Right now it's 4:33am and I feel like I could play a full 5 round curling match.
Ok folks... I'm gonna break it down for you Dr. Phil style today, and talk about happiness.
Now, first of all - I don't see why happiness is always priority number one. "Do whatever makes you happy", they say. "Yeah, but is she HAPPY?". Who says this is the holy grail? Personally, I think giving Tynan presents should be the end goal. "Do whatever makes Tynan get more presents" and "Yeah, but is she giving Tynan presents?" both sound pretty sweet to me.
But we live in a world where happiness is number one. They don't ask if happiness makes you money, but if money makes you happy. So, let's get happy.
I had never gambled before and knew nothing about it, but I'd gotten too many e-mails like it. I was at my parents house for winter break during my first year at UT, and I was bored.
"Free $50 just for downloading our casino!"
Hmm. That doesn't seem very risky. I might as well download to see what it's all about.
Where can you find me at 2pm on a Thursday? If you guessed by the pool being fed peeled grapes by the Swedish bikini team, you'll be surprised to hear that you're wrong.
No, really. You're wrong... At least this Thursday.
Actually, my friend Hayden.. WAIT... this is an important but totally unrelated sidenote :
I think it's pretty obvious that out of the many olympic games, only one is the true king. I wouldn't even mention it, since I'm sure we're all in agreement here, but I'm feeling crazy, so let me put it out there :
What a sweet sport. I'm not all that into sports usually (with a few exceptions), but curling is different. I've seen it on TV before and it's basically shuffleboard on ice with some major improvements, like the use of brooms. Yeah, there's actually a sport that employs brooms. The players of the game call it "chess on ice". That's incredibly nerdy, so I call it "the awesomest thing ever on ice".
I don't really like writing short updates, but there are too many little things going on to write separate posts.
First, I've designed some cool t-shirts, hats, and other items to facilitate displaying of BtyB pride. Even if you don't have BtyB pride yet, the designs are cool enough that you'll want to wear them anyway. To check it out, visit the Better Than Your Boyfriend Store .
Want to support the site, but would rather get paid for doing so? I used to be professional gambler, earning the bulk of my income from online casinos for six years. I will soon write a whole story about that. The casino I got started at is called Casino-on-Net. I have a deal with them where anyone signing up with them through my site will get $200 for free!
One of the great things about being polyphasic is that my friends are on awful sleep schedules. Some of them stay up until 7am, others wake up at 7am, so at any given time there's a good chance that I have awake friends.
This morning at 7am Hayden calls and asks if I want to do yoga with him. Of course I do. This is the hot yoga, "Bikram", which literally translated means "the most severe torture known to man that somehow hotties can handle".
I hop in my car and head to his place. Hmm. The ride seems a little rough. Not to get too sidetracked, but I thought it would be really cool if I bought 19" rims instead of the stock 16" rims. It looks fantastic, but these stupid wheels have given me nothing but trouble. Literally every single one has gone flat, they have damaged my brakes, etc.