1.100 Side Bends.
2. Two hundred sit-ups.
3. 100 Bicycle Crunches.


1. 50 Curls with ten pound weights.
2. 25 Butterflys with five pound weights.
3. 25 Butterfly (side) with five pound weights.
4. 25 Floor Butterfly's with five pound weights.
5. 25 repetitions of the expansion series.
6. 25 Butterfly Press with five pound weights.
7. 25 Butterfly Presses with ten pound weights.


1. 200-500 squats.
2. 50 lunges.
3. 50 static lunges.
4. 50 Leg presses (while on knees).
5. 50 H Raises.
6. 30 Touchdowns.
7. 50 step-ups.
8. 5 minutes on elliptical if possible.


1. 50 Pl�es.
2. 50 Tendu's.
3. 25 Battements.
4. 25 Ronde De Jambe.
5. 30 Coup�.
6. 30 Deg�ge.
7. 30 Fondu�.
8. Repeat steps 2-7 while lying down.
9. 60 Lying pl�e with ab circles.
10. 25 Cambr�.
11. 10 Ar�besque 45 degrees to each side.


1. 2 repetitions of the Vinyasa series.


1. 30 Roll-ups.
2. 15 Open leg rocker.
3. 15 Closed led rocker.
4. 30 Swimming strokes.
5. 40 Scissors.
6. 40 Criss-cross.
7. 2 sets of the Side series.

Belly Dance

1. 30 Turkish Belly Rolls.
2. 30 Reverse Turkish Belly Rolls.
3. 30 vertical figure eights.
4. 30 figure eights.
5. Snake Arms.
6. 60 Hip Drop with Eygyptian Walk.
7. 40 Hip Snaps.
8. 30 Rib Slides.



��Don't you ask someone how real they are
You have no right to judge
Trying to make them feel small?
Even though they won't budge
They'll just prove it
Do they all have to cut '4 Real'
Into their arms?
For you to understand we're not faking?
Do we have to jump from buildings, drink gasoline and hang ourselves on the door with our ties?
For you to finally see we have feelings too?
This is a race of action after words
And they'll show you action
Whether you like it or not
So next time she's crying her eyes out
You'd better not tell her to stop


A little bit of conceited posting

��It's hard to believe it's October. So many things happening. November is going to be quite eventful. So I'm looking to forward to that as well. Latin is lovely. My left frontal lobe must be highly developed because I have an effortless capacity for language.
Psychology is fun and Literature of course. Math is non-sensical.

Some things happening.

I am 2-4-0 in fantasy football. Pretty good for a first timer. Still have a ton of weeks to go.

Ufc 104 which I will be blogging about soon.

New Moon, Kris Allen, and Adam Lambert all released in November. Very excited.

I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm looking to blog more in the way of an essay or thesis as it will help with school.

Being a die hard fan of the entire Law and Order series and the Twilight Zone. I process the plots and messages of every episode with studied purpose. Many extremely pertinent points have been revealed to me from a psychological standpoint and I truly owe this the many writers of Law and Order, and to my screen-writing inspiration Rod Serling. If I ever have to write a thesis, I know exactly what it will be on. Who said Primetime TV wasn't educational.

I've made many revelations about my life as well. I don't have forever to find a mate, get a perfect body, and a great career. I have to start now. Or else I'll end up a snooty spinster.

And my newest passion, cooking! Mainly desserts. I can't wait to get better and better as it can only help me in the long run.

From drinking more water to five hundred squats a day I've definitely changed in the past months yet don't fret. I'm still the biggest Johnny Depp loving, Hugh Jackman drooling, Rob Pattinson praising, MMA addicted bitch in Wisconsin, and proud of it.



Done Is Done

��I should get the flattest belly I can
Dance like Shakira finally
Eat one meal a day
Marry a Fishbourne type
Do some amorphous work
Dad can make his face
Mom can smile
Everyone is everyone
Yet it won't remove
So still I stay.
I'm not going...

It's for....

��Life is a waste of time
We want to live so we can say that
Why smile
Who gives a fuck
Maybe guilt it is and guilt it should be
Smiling won't help
Neither will these fake laughs
I'm sorry


��Treat us like disposable gloves
Out to pasture
Wipe up the shit
Of cows who don't care
We are one in suffering
No one helps
It's all an act they say
As she drowns
They shake their heads
Too lazy to help


Complete opposites
Return the circle
It can't be that bad
With an own
Besides myself
Dance alone and not very well
Writing rubbish
Saying more
What defines worth it

I Told You

Rebel so you won't say I told you so
Looking at me with knowing eyes

"How was it?"

"Did you enjoy it?"

I knew it would be you
After all your big talk
You did after all

I couldn't stand that.
I'll wait until your gone
Those knowing smiles
Kill me


��Many languages I want to learn
So many have no melody
French rolls off the tounge so romantic
Spanish so rich and regal
Swahili so fruity and full of heart
Yet what is language to the soul that cannot see?
What is language to the eye which cannot read?

Languge of the skeleton.

What can I feel?

Poem to the hangman

��Bitter world
We all die
So I'll say it anyway

Pornographic secrets
We all die
So I'll watch it anyway

Propaganda from all sides (pick your poison)
I'm a proud red at heart
We all die
So I believe it anyway

Who gives a bourgeoise (or broke) fuck?
Does it matter?
'Cause we all die anyway

I'll do my shit while I'm here
Torture myself as an experiment
I can't even laugh anymore

Does it matter?
We're gonna die anyway.



��Bookends hold together ideas
Sandwiched between lies
Fishing out creativity
Cliche ridden
Guilt providing
Only a few stand out from the solitude
And those
I choose
To put between the special
Bookends of my brain


.......For Sale!

��Hypocrisy can't look in the mirror.
Hypocrisy feels tears behind those narrowed eyes
She's constantly pissed
Blame and excuses make her day.
Hypocrisy knows
Yet will not change
She ends up hating without reason
A tyrant with remorse only for her own butterflies
Ask me, 'How do you know this'

I wish you could see my covered mirrors



��China cup chocolat
Red butterscotch for me
Speckled with purple
Silk sins under the skin
Rippling, shuddering restraint
Arrested by dreams
Welts rising, golden red
Tender to the touch
Yet you know
It will end
So you enjoy it
Broken skin

A tweep of mine inspired me to write this. Not my best yet I think I captured the emotion as best I could for someone who isn't into that kinda thing. Lol


Weekly Book Review

��The Lie by O.H Bennet.

A moving contemporary tale of race relations and family. The books whole potential was depleted by the spotty grammar and sometimes downright atrocious sentence structure. The affect was also decreased by the distaste one felt for the main and supporting characters. Even though Bennet depicted a realist situation his characters acted in continuously unrealistic w*ys. His characters did not stay within their fictionally designated psychological realm. One minute a vicious hustler was beating his girlfriend, the next minute speaking in an intelligent manner about the role of life and memories. It would have been funny if it hadn't been such a pain to read. Though I give him props for trying, I wouldn't reccomend this book to read.

The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold

Alive Sebold captured my heart after I read her first novel, The Lovely Bones, two years ago. It was the first contemporary book I'd I ever cried reading. In 'The Almost Moon', she shows again her natural talent for storytelling and depicting emotion. It tells the story of an artist model who kills her ailing demented mother on impulse. At first you think 'what a sicko!' Yet after you read and learn the worst Helen Knightly has to offer you begin to understand the strange psychologial ties this woman has, and the history of mental illness and self-violence that permeated her family. As you read you come to sympathize with almost everyone in the book, not by charity yet by simple human care. Sebold also portrays the brutality of a neighborhood which refuses to understand the implications of mental illness. This is in my opinion a wonderful book by a consistent and fresh writer. Her own personal tragedy and violation give her a view point that not many authors in the contemporary world of literature have. If you don't read this you at least must read 'The Lovely Bones'. It's one of the most amazing novels I've ever read.



��An ample vocabulary
Is useless
My thesaurus melts
Search engines
Gears spontaneously begin to rust
Every foreign dialect
That's passed
Through my
Every sound of
Every human
Every painting
By every maestro
A composistion by Debussy
Or Mendholsson
Brought to life by an infant virtuouso
Lagerfield's genius in
Silk and organdy
And centuries of races.
Empires won.
Just to find a minute something
To describe the tiny speck of galaxy
In your iris,
Would take
The end of time

I wrote this poem ironically while sitting three seats from the guy I liked at DE class, yet I wasn't writing about him. It's more about love (a theme I write effortlessly on yet hopelessly can't achieve in real life). The man I saw while writing this was of course I don't have to say his name now do I? Lol. Yet it's also about how I would feel about whatever man I chose to love and love me.


Love Infinitesmal

�� Eyes
Rimmed in natural nutmeg
Black depths of sweet
Innocent yet not
Beauty as brutal as slitting my own throat
Gentle as no one but a man can be
Virginal in body I
Yet in my mind you've raped me
over and over
Just as I begged you to

Pure happiness of heart
Impaled by many dreams
Wet and Dry
And scientifically in every facet
Of every way
How I will love
And how you must love me


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