What's the deal?

It is after 7 on a friday night, I am sitting in my room watching tv, and I really have no plans for the rest of the evening. College has made me lame. During the summer I would have been long gone by now, and would not return until 2 in the morning. Something is wrong here. To top it off, various muscles in my body hurt. Me and the girls have now agreed to work out together 3 times a week. Don't feel bad about finding this funny. I myself find it kind of hilarious. me... working out... for longer than a minute... multiple times a week... for more than 1 week... This is highly unusual behavior. The lazy part of me is like "What the hell!? What are you thinking? You are a lazy piece of junk, always have been, always will be. I like being lazy. It works for me." But deep down (very deep down) there is the piece of me that has been wanting to start working out for a long time. So now I'm glad that we are going to do it together. I'd probably stop after about 2 weeks otherwise. This way they can keep me in line. The thing with those 2 though is that they are best friends. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with this and it's not that I'm jealous. The thing is, that makes me third. First of all, I'm the one they each call when the other is busy. Secondly, when we are all together I often have no idea what they are talking about. They have this annoying way of talking about things that only they know about. Third, they recently brought their "best-friendship" to a sickening level. I may vomit the next time they call one another their BFF. "Come on... be a good BFF." SICK. Last time I checked, we are not in the 3rd grade. Now I feel bad for talking about them like this. I'm going to hell.