The It's It of revelation

So one of my friends came over on sunday with a gift for me, an It's It. Now I am not sure, but I think they are only sold in the Bay Area and nowhere else. Irregardless, I have never had one before. I have seen them before though. Up until this point I always thought that they were just glorified Klondike bars, which I hate. But these things are so much more. Now an It's It consists of an ice cream sandwich made of vanilla ice cream between two oatmeal cookies and covered in chocolate. HEAVEN.

As I bit into it for the first time I was brought into a state of perpetual bliss that actually innduced 7 whole minutes of dancing. Actually it was the treat mixed with the new Ciara album (which slaps something wicked). While dancing I realized exactly how much I needed to be dancing. To quote Karen of Mean Girls, my boobs can predict the weather. Point being...MEN SHOULDN'T HAVE BOOBS! So I resolved to renewing my membership to 24 Hour Fitness. I like this gym because I can go in the middle of the night when no one else is there and excercise in peace.

So after about 20 minutes of arguing about my credit card (long story), my transaction was approved and the sky was now the limit. My goal is to just get used to going to the gym everyday to at least run on the eliptical. I deduce that all of that good weight loss stuff will just fall right in if I just create some good gym habits. But alas, I am still slightly averse to the gym that I go to though. Don't get me wrong, I don't let that hinder me from going (that I blame on lack of funds to pay the membership bill). But I find the gym daunting for several reasons. One of which being the fact that I am 23 years old, which means that I am constantly randy for no reason at all. When I lived in Alabama I knew my place. I dared not even glance at a hot guy in the gym. But now I live in San Fran. Not only that but I go to a very gay gym, so when I am trying my best not to look, I just feel like a loser. And then there is the possibiity that I actually am following proper gym etiquette by keeping my eyes to myself, which only proves to further my frustration and angst.

Now I am not saying that I want to go into the showers and screw someone. I have always been a lets get to know each other kind of person. On top of that, I don't really do well with talking to new people anyway. But some of these people are just GORGEOUS and I don't know how to control the urge to get lost in every bead of sweat rolling down their bodies as they hit the thirty minute mark on the treadmill in front of me. Only time will tell I guess. Either way, learning something new is always different. But why do the romans here have to be so different from everything that I am used to? I just want to do what they do and they are making it impossible to figure out what that is!