RDTSFCM Thursdays (#1)

In hopes of getting into a rhythm of regular posting after my absence (what, you've been gone? I hadn't noticed anyone important leave), I've decided to dedicate certain weekdays to certain types of posts. Thursdays, from now on, will be Random Dialogues That Spew From Chris's Mind Thursdays, aka RDTSFCM Thursdays. It's catchy, I know. I especially like how a small torrential downpour of spit comes out of my mouth every time I try to say it as a word. RDTSFCM! *wipes monitor*

So, before I begin my first dialogue, here's a little background:

This summer, I've signed up for a membership at a mixed martial arts gym known as Cincy MMA and Fitness. I try to head over there four times a week for particular classes, especially kick-boxing/cross-training on mondays and wednesdays, and boxing on thursday and saturdays. Getting to the kick-boxing classes are an adventure in themselves, though, considering they start at 5:30am. A typical monday morning for me goes a little like this...


*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*


Me 1 (M1): Bahh, 4:30 already. Just 10 more hours of sleep please.

Me 2 (M2): Get up, you need to be on the road at 5.

Me 3 (M3): I reaaaallly need to go to the bathroom.

M1: Uh yeah no.

M2: You said you werent gonna do this. Move it.

M1: Annnnddd still no. I'll take the sleep this morning.

M2: If you want mad fighting skillz, you're gonna have to move your ass.

M1: Dude, you're so annoying. Go make me a sandwich or something.

M2: I'm about to make your face.

M1: What does that even mean? Just shut up, I dont feel like going.

M3: Whiz whiz whiz....we should do that right now.

M2: You know that alarm across your room is going to go off in 3 minutes anyway.

M1: Not if I throw this lamp at it.

M2: Yeah, well I guess a hole in the wall is worth the effort to keep sleeping.

M1: It's either that or the guitar, and the guitar will be too loud.

M2: I'm glad you're so well reasoned.

M1: They say a real genius is well rested.

M2: And is morbidly obese.

M1: It's a risk I'm willing to take.

M3: Uhh need to go right now. Gotta go gotta go gotta go...

M1: God, he's just as annoying.

M2: Well, see, now you have two reasons to get up.

M1: They can wait.

M2: Your small bladder says otherwise.

M3: NEED TO PEE RIGHT NOW.

M1: Can't you two bother someone else?

M2: Unfortunately there seems to be that whole attached nervous system thing that prevents us.

M1: Unfortunate doesn't quite fit. How about SUCKS A WHOLE LOT.

M2: I would punch you out of bed right now, but I DONT KNOW HOW.

M3: WHY ARENT WE PEEING?

M2: Look, now you've gotten him more riled up. Just get up.

M1: I hate you both.

M2: That kind of language usually leads to Xanax.

M1: Annoying AND expensive. How'd I get so lucky?

M3: Bathroom ho!



Which is about the time I finally roll out of bed and go to the bathroom. And then convince myself that, you know, who wouldn't want to go kick the hell out of a few sand bags at 5:30 in the morning? That stuff's better than coffee.
I'm not really sure what category the others days will fall into, but hopefully these RDTSFCM Thursdays will hold up for a while.

Fun Life Update: Im taking a class taught and sponsored by GE this week for 8 hours a day (12pm-8pm). During the class, I take apart an actual CF34-8E (look it up) jet engine and put in back together. Full size. And then I come home covered in jet fuel and oil and grease, and it's completely awesome.

What interesting things have you done this summer?

(Dialogue continued)

M1: Maybe instead of throwing the lamp I could swing it at you.

M2: Have fun explaining how you gave yourself a black eye with a lamp at 4:35am.

M3: I'm thirsty.