Training nothingness

First I wanna take something that I holded for a long time to say it: Melodifestivalen is fucking terrible and painful to hear. I said it. They were watching it and eating german chocolate, enough reason to stay.

My day started at 8 in the morning, painful also, but for some reason i wasn't as sleepy as I though I would be for going to the gym in the morning, they could drive me at 9 so what could I've done, just shut up and wake up early. I went and there was more people than I could ever imagine in a gym that early in the morning on a Saturday. "Is Sweden, not Chile" was the explanation for that extraordinary behavior. There's people really obsessive with training, there was this guy who was in there before I arrived on the machines and one hour and a half later when I was leaving the building I saw the same guy entering to the Spinning room. Now, that's the moment when in some part of my head something breaks out. This thought came out: fucking muscle head, obviously you will be wondering and imagine that it wasn't just the head the muscle one. Well, maybe there's people which is actually ok with that, I don't care, in my case It wouldn't make me as happy as I think they are.. I just need it, I'm fat, I have a reason, a purpose, a bet.. that's two reasons.. 

I came back to the german chocolate place. Yeahhh, it worth it. To hear a guy who feels awesome and super great, for chocolate. I officialy hate swedish pop, here is so awesome music, why the fuck they put the attention in the worst shit? I don't fukcing know. At least when I see this guy I laugh and laughter is goood. Ended program. Ended Chocolate. Tack för ikväll.

I finally studied my spanish stuff (PSU Lenguaje), believe it or not I was very glad to study again, for a few seconds I thought I was on my desk, on my room, on my house. I picked Macbeth thinking that maybe training was bad for my body in my period status or whatever it calls, I was on pain all daylong for that fucking reason. But well, It happended what it supposed to happened. I started falling sleep laid on my bed with the book on my face listening to Stone the Crows and the Spotify ads between crapping the moment, still, I was so cosy and warm, good music, falling sleep, too perfect.. I had skipped dinner for that but parts of my aches sometimes mix with hungry so I supposed to feel better if I ate. In fact I felt better although now I just want a pillow. The James Bond movie seemed good though but I've seen more comercials than movie so fuck it.

Dubidababdodiuabuiduuuuu the song that was playing on when I "woke up", I was actually dozing or something..