Po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe

So, I woke up at 11AM today like the energetic, responsible individual I am and lumbered out into the hallway in search of water. I'm unshaven, groggy-eyed, and shirtless at this point, mind you. So, Zombie-Kigs is half asleep and slurping down water like he has been wandering the dessert when an unnamed girl down the hall gives me the once-over and asks, "Good morning... have you been working out?"

First off, let me note that there is no better way to confuse me in the morning than giving me a compliment... they confuse me enough when I am awake, and utterly knock me over when I'm zomibified. I thanked the madam, and she went along her way...but seriously, what the hell? That was out of nowhere! I mean, don't get me wrong. I love compliments, but why do I get them when I'm stumbling around like some sort of drunken mongoloid pirate?

Once I was a bit more alive, I thought back and tried to figure out what she was talking about. I glanced in the mirror and realized that yes, I had been gaining some muscle. So, I reviewed my last couple of weeks in search of the cause of this newfound health and, after a cup of tea and a bagel, found it. As some of you may know, I've enrolled in Tap Dancing for this semester. So, two days a week, my lanky butt straps on some funny shoes and pretends he can dance.

The second contributer to this newfound health is my newfound addiction to poi spinning. I'm not very good at it... I'm actually VERY bad at it, but it's fun. Local clubs are fairly anti-poi, but they still let me go in there with glowsticks and pretend I can dance.

So, between Tap Dancing, and umm... playing with glowsticks, I believe I'm actually getting in shape. FUCK YOU ATKINS! Make way for the dance yourself retarded diet! *Evil cackle*
~Kigs