Working Out

I've been asked to work out with so many people this past week. Okay, I lied. Only two, but what the hell? I usually don't get asked to work out. Not that I mind. If I don't get invited to work out than I'll probably just sit around and get fat. Believe me, I don't want to get fat. Ever. So...YAY FOR MY FRIENDS!!! One of them wants to do it a couple times a week. Which is nice. I should work out every day, but I can live with a couple times a week. The thing is though, we need to coridinate our schedules. You know, so we can work out together. But whatever, we'll get it worked out. Heh, we'll work it out to work out. Sorry, that was lame. The secound friend of mine wants to hang out today and work out. And I'd love to do that. I have a lot of energy that I need to get out of my system. I'm pumped wicked early for the concert I have tommorrow. So I asked my mom, and she's all NO!!!!! She got mad that I stayed on the computer on the Thursday later than I should have, but that was partly her fault. Hence, the whole c8 thing, which, now that I have time, I will explain.