Misinformation and Stupid Oafs

Ok, why is it that every guy who takes some interest in Weight Training or Weight Lifting is completely stupid. People hear that I am into Weight Lifting, and they automatically assume I’m some dumb oaf jock who can’t think beyond their muscles.

Don’t’ believe me? Check out any weightlifting message board on the Internet.

While we’re on the subject, I must point out how much misinformation there is about fitness related topics on the Internet.

People are lazy, and therefore always looking for an easy solution to their predicament. Their predicament usually being obesity. So therefore I will tell you all once and for all the total solution to all of your Fitness problems:

If you want to lose weight, then eat less calories than your body needs. If you want to gain muscle, then lift weights 3 times a week, in different areas of your body every day, and eat a balanced diet, with slightly more calories than your body usually needs.
That’s IT.
End of story.

Anything more is just icing on the cake and superfluous until you are at an advanced stage in weight training. Which takes years.

Now stop spreading misinformation, idiots.

I followed his advice and now look at me! I lost 32 pounds and now can bench 300lbs! Thanks! – Jim

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Nick came into my room this morning to show me another one of his stupid jokes. He really is stupid. I don’t much hate him, but he just doesn’t have a clue. Like this morning, as I am getting ready at 7:30, he wanders into his room and stands in the doorway and very loudly blows his nose for five minutes. If I were his roomates, I would have murdered him with an axe at that point. They put up with a lot of shit.

Speaking of shit, Nick also leaves the foulest smells in the bathroom. Imagine the smell of shit and vomit at the same time. That’s what our bathroom smelled of this morning. It made me want to puke.

So my new goal lately is to get a six pack. Now i’m generally a fit person, and I workout all the time, but getting a six pack is no easy task. It takes a low body fat, combined with a well developed ab section. I’m at a well developed 4 pack right now, but I estimate that in about 2 weeks i’ll have a nice six pack. Then i’ll have to make another goal for myself. Maybe something harder. Like 18 inch arms or something like that. I dnno. There’s nothing really interesting to do here, if you can’t tell.

Jon finally got over his obsession with the twins yesterday. He was starting to get pathetically obsessed but now he doesn’t care anymore. It’s all for the best. It’s not healthy to obsess over girls, or anything for that matter.

I’m worried about him, he seems depressed lately, and more bored than usual. It’s probably just because he’s getting sick and the whole lack of sleep thing, but i’m not sure. I’ll keep my eye on him.

A little me!

Ok I can say it now. My mom is Pregnant. That means that I will finally have a blood brother or sister (my current siblings are adopted)! I am sooo excited, although by the time he/she is 10 I will be starting my own life. That kinda makes me sad.

I’ve known for 1 month and haven’t been able to tell anyone, so it’s finally a relief to be able to say it.

phew.

Happiness

I’m so glad I am a happy person. There have been periods in my life where anything I did made me unhappy, and I really do not like that.

I think it takes a bit of optimism to view the world as a happy place.

For example, there is going to be a war, terrorists are probably going to attack us again, i’m nearly out of money and my parents won’t help me anymore, I don’t have a girlfriend or even a fling, and some other things I can’t say right now. But you know what? It’s ok.

I have an awesome roomate who is my best friend and we hang out all the time and he knows just how well to push me so that I’ll enjoy life, and I the same to him. I have a great core group of friends who really like me and are super loyal, AND I have a great time with them. I live 5 hours away from anyone who knew me from before college. I am doing well in school, I love learning, I have a motivation for going through college and working hard. I know what I want to do when I grow up (be a doctor.) Life is good.

But then I see people who are in similar positions as me and are so unhappy. People who when you see them look happy as can be, but then you look a little more and you see beyond the outside and realise that they are just not happy.

I just want to give them all a big hug and tell them that it’s all going to be ok.

Because it will be.

But I know that giving them a hug and telling them it’ll be ok just won’t work. What can I do to make these people that I care about, happy? How can I make them feel as good as I do about life?

Somthing I’ll have to ponder awhile…

What’s in a name?

I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t like my name.

Now it’s not because I don’t like the name X. I like that name and I wish I could keep it. It’s just that every other X I have ever met or heard of is either a huge dork, or an asshole. All of them. I’ve actually never met a X that I like, besides me, and i’m biased on that one.

I think i’ll change it to something more interesting, and easy.
Names can be so complicated.

I woke up at 8:02 this morning thinking how fucking early it was and why I am awake so early. And then I remembered that I had Calculus at 8:00. A moment of sheer panic follows and then I just think, “what the hell, i’ll just go late.”

So when I get to class they are doing small group work, thank goodness. I try to slip in unnoticed and she says rather loudly “X, YOU’RE LATE.” I mutter “sorry” and slip into a seat.

I think next time I will just skip class alltogether, rather than face the look of dissapointment on her face, and her harrassment.

Looking forwards to Skiing at Northstar this weekend…

Playing Middleman Sucks

Ok so Kindra digs Jon.
Jon doesn’t fucking know what he wants but he knows he doesn’t dig Kindra.
Jon and Kindra are really good friends.
Me and Jon are really good friends.
Kindra and I are really good friends.
Jon is sending mixed signals to Kindra but won’t tell her he doesn’t dig her.
Guess who gets to tell her?

That’s right. Me.

Fuck!

Fun In SF

So this weekend Jon and I decide to go visit Kindra in the city. She’s staying at her friends house in the Sunset area, which is about 3 blocks from the beach. So we come expecting to buy some sweet Technic 1200 series turntables fully loaded from this guy in San Pedro, but it turns out that Jon doesn’t have the cash and can’t get it in time, so we ditch that idea and head to the city.

We meet Kindra at the house and she gives us the tour. It’s a very nice house, well furnished. So we eat some brownies and decide to wander the city.

We end up at this delightfuly decrepit old resteraunt called Sam Woo’s. Being in Sam Woo’s is like being in China, 100 years ago. The waitresses hardly speak english, are rude, and have a “method” that we cannot screw up. Add to the fact that we have 11 college students, 3 of which are prissy Private School brats, (I mean that in a good way…) and a good 8 young children at the table next to us, and you have a recipe for disaster. Luckely once we got past the language barrier, and the fact that this waitress was running the show, it wasn’t too bad. Only one infant got trampled in the process. Oh yeah, and i’m a hero, I saved some baby from falling down the stairs! Go me!

Anyways, the food was wonderful, even though 20 minutes elapsed between the first and last plate. Just plain awesome. I highly reccomend it if you are in Chinatown in San Francisco.

Riding the Muni was quite a trip because I was expecting a bus, but instead got a long train that bent in the middle, and went both above-ground and below-ground.
So we end up and Kindra’s place and all the stupid people leave. So it’s just Jon, Kindra, Jamie and Me. We break out the Cognac and i’m sitting there sippin Cognac petting her Rottweiler and thinkin “Life is good.”

Later we sit in the spa for hours watching the stars, giving each other back massages.

Although this might sound like nothing special, it was with some special people, and this makes it definitely one of the best times in my life.

It was this great time that inspired me to finally use that Devient Art account that I had created a while back. So sit back, enjoy the Cognac and hopefully my artwork will change someones life for the better.