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[10/28/2005]
Call me sometime
Only if you want Not because you have to For we could be perfect Until the end of our days So we will grow old together Endlessly in love Devoted for life ....
[10/27/2005]
Cankles warned me tonight that if I kept repeating something, there's a good chance that it'll happen.
I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. I'll be old and die alone. ....And just for good measure, I'll be old and die alone.
[10/26/2005]
[10/25/2005]
So an update on the post about my clie screen broke.
Looks like my luck is changing. I left the Clie turned off for the weekend, and wouldn't you know it? Monday when I turned it back on, the screen had no damage! Very odd. Then again, I just got 2 slow leaking tires on my car this morning, so I'll have to have it fixed. ....I guess it evens out.
First day back on the workout regiment. Eating anything and everything I can get my hands on. Spacing my meals apart, and eating right when I begin to get hungry.
Didn't actually hit the gym though, opted instead to play badminton. Bad idea. It's been so long now, but if I concentrate and try to remember, I vaguely recall that I once was pretty good. Now I know I am not. Badminton is so rammed with people these days, you try not to play in any crappy games. You try to find a foursome of the same calibre so that you can get really good rallies and whatnot. Waiting for the last game, the four of us got together and made a "dream" match. Four guys, equal in skills thereabout. And ol' losir wasn't going to choke. Except I did, and we lost horribly, to the tune of 15-5. I kept missing shots, letting shots go, I even rimmed the birdie about 4 times consecutively. I totally and utterly sucked. The very worse thing was that a LOT of guys were watching our match. People knew that for some reason we were the court to watch, and ol' losir made a mockery of the game. I feel like an idiot. I wish I could play better, but alas, the pressure got to me. It should have been a really fun game, but instead, I pissed off my partner with my terrible play. ....Time to pick up a second sport.
[10/24/2005]
I often wonder how old age creeps up on people. I think I have an idea.
It starts out with the weights at the gym. Back in the day (gawd, do I really have to say that now?!) I was able to preacher curl with the EZ-Curl bar 40 lb each side plus the bar. Now, they're NOT clean sets. I cheat like crazy, I'll admit. I don't go ALL the way down. But with those weights, my elbows and forearms hurt too much to bring it up. However, when I go down so that my arms parallel with the floor, I could do them. Not to worry, because to get the full extension of the biceps, I jump off those weights and do sets of 10s with 15 lbs starting from the arm fully down at my side to it being parallel with the floor. It's like doing the first 7 of "21's". And it's like I'm doing burn out sets everytime. Pretty intense, and yes, my arms are pumped! Anyway, yeah, I guess I'm bragging a little. But the point is that I was able to do them, consistently, 4 sets of 10, each time I work on my arms. However, I've slowed down a LOT these past 4 weeks, so much so I've gotten in the gym maybe 4-5 times, tops. Each time I intend to go, I talk myself out of going. Hence, my workout has suffered, and the weights I do have dropped significantly, and I'm looking rather gaunt. I had to take off my sweater in the mall today because it was that hot. Wearing a little black T-shirt was definitely not the way to go. Man, I looked rail thin. It was pretty disgusting to say the least, and hecka embarassing. I didn't care though, I was sweating buckets. No more wool sweaters unless it's 20C below from now on. The thing is this, right now, I can't curl for jack. 25s on each side with the bar is all I can muster up. During those times where I slept enough, ate enough, and was hardcore enough, I was able to do a fairly clean set of 60s single arm preacher curl with dumbbell. Heck, my workout weight was 55 lbs of hunka-hunka hurt on the preacher bench. Single arm, dumb bell. Yes, 4 sets baby. See. It isn't the lack of weights I do that makes me feel old. It isn't even the spotty visits at the gym that makes me feel old. You know what it is? ....It's that I have to brag about my past. Now that is what old people do. |