Morning of 3-1-6

I still don’t know how to enjoy my time. It’s something that dogs me. I thought last night, “Maybe I can watch a movie.” Something in me didn’t want to. So I didn’t. Nothing really sounds good. This is a pain in the ass.

So in Weight Training today, he wanted us to write our own routine, then try to find our 1RM. In other words, a bunch of guys will gather around leg press, trying to leg press over seven hundred pounds. (Oh, they got over eight hundred.)

I can bench press 95 lbs. I can not bench press 115 pounds. I can bench press 105 lbs. *twirls finger* 80% would be around 80 lbs. …Which is what I was going to do anyway. Go figure. I can shoulder press 85 lbs, but I can not shoulder press 95 lbs. That’s all I had a chance to do. I did 3×8 @ 115 squats, focusing on making sure my ass goes back and my knees don’t go over my toes. Pull-ups, DB Incline Press, Back Row, Calf Raise, then called it a day. I’ll be pushing myself even harder, so I don’t mind going easy now and then.

And duh, I’m a weakling. Why do you think I’m working out? Hellooooo. *smiles*

*yawns* I have a take-home exam to do. I made myself stay so I could at least look over it. It’s either hand in answers typed, or show up and answer them in a bluebook. I’ll probably favor the bluebook. Just. Need. To look over then and stuff.

I’m on the computer whose mouse doesn’t work. Pain in the anus. I knew better than to sit here.

I want food. Will have jews later. I have my journal and Bertrand Russell on me, if I want to zone out. I’m a great one for zoning out.

Meh. I hate school. I wish I had something to look forward to.