Heated floors are neat unless you’re sleeping on one. In Korea, apartments aren’t heated by warm air blown in through heating vents, but instead by hot water pipes under the floor. I mention this to warn anyone who foolishly turns the heat up and then thinks sleeping on the floor is going to be anything less than painful. I was at a friend’s apartment, and she did this to me, either by accident or purposely – I’m not sure how good of friends we are. I felt like an egg or a corn on the cob, or a hot dog, or spaghetti, or something else that gets boiled (see, the joke is that I felt like I was being boiled, so I was naming a bunch of…oh, you got it, it just wasn’t funny…okay let’s move on). These people in Korea really emphasize the floor a lot – you can’t wear your shoes and walk on the floor, the floor is heated, you sit on the floor to eat…in America, we dislike the floor so much we cover it.
In the morning, after my brutal torture sleep, I realized my friend, C-Batz, had a scale, and since I’ve been trying to gain weight lately, I thought I’d step up on it. For the past three weeks, I had been drinking two Mass XXX shakes a day and had been trying to eat…how many meals does a normal person eat in a day?…one or two…I was trying to eat three! On top of that, I’d been going to the gym and working out. As of last week, my arms had nice little muscles on them, like a girl who is moderately strong.
So I stepped up on the scale and it read an abysmal 133 lbs. Therefore, I am temporarily quitting this whole gym/weight gain business. It’s impossible. Imagine if you were trying really hard to grow horns and then you realized one day, “Shit, humans CAN’T grow horns!” You would give up, I would imagine. I feel that’s a fairly good analogy for my current situation. So, I am giving up; maybe next week I’ll change my mind.
It’s getting a little chilly in my apartment now, so I’m going to go blast the floor.