Daily Recap (with exerbabble!) for 5-3-6

One of the perks of fixing my sleep cycle is that I get up early on demand. If only getting it up on demand was so simple to fix. *snickers* I got up at 7 AM despite the fact that I have no class today. My motivations are rather naked. I’d rather spend time with Ashley than sleep in or sit here at Roxanne. I was a little slow getting my soft, supple posterior in motion. I had issues finishing my all-bran because I’m simply not hungry in the morning. Never am. Through the years, I’ve gotten used to force-feeding myself.

When I arrived in the student center, the first thing Colleen did was point out that I’m wearing the same shirt that I was yesterday. She’s an observant girl. I enjoy it. I said I knew she’d notice, but I don’t care anymore. I entertained Ashley until her class at 10 AM, then I headed to the 1337 lab to argue with the C++ compiler. Went something like this.

Timmy: Make me a class!
Editor: I have created a class.
Timmy: Now does it work?
Compiler: Everything looks okay.
Timmy: Okay, now let me add this code…
Compiler: Now wait a minute, your syntax isn’t right!
Timmy: What the hell do you mean, I just added one line of code!
Compiler: Your syntax isn’t right. I don’t like it, there’s fifty errors.
Timmy: Okay, okay. Let me add this other code over here…
Compiler: Looks okay to me.
Timmy: Hrm. Let me add some output statements…
Compiler: I’m sorry, I don’t recognize those statements at all.
Timmy: What the hell are you talking about, it’s a WRITELINE statement!?!
Compiler: I have no idea what this “writeline” is that you speak of.
Timmy: I don’t believe you, it’s ONE LINE, I.. Oh. I didn’t put in a namespace.
Compiler: Oh, of course, WRITELINE. Why didn’t you say so?
Timmy: I did.
Compiler: Unfortunately, I still don’t understand this one statement here, so I’m going to give you fifty errors.
Timmy: …What? That’s the right file type! You can’t give me that error!
Compiler: Nope, I’m sorry, I do not understand your syntax.
Timmy: I’m still staring at it, wondering what else to do.
Compiler: Bad command or file name?
Timmy: I’m probably overlooking something incredible stupid.
Compiler: You probably are.
Timmy: Ah shit, I got the syntax wrong. Who decided to program n-dimensional arrays like that?
Compiler: You’re talking to a compiler, my job is to give you errors that don’t make sense. What do you think I am, a java debugger?
Timmy: Take your NullPointerException and shove it up your Reference.

Sorry, I amuse myself.

But seriously, I’ve never argued with a compiler like this before. Java programming was never like this. Geez.

I made some progress, patted myself on the back, and gmailed myself all the files. I then checked to seen if I had any more things to do for that class I don’t like. ..I did. So I did it. One of the kids in my group was in the 1337 lab, and he was having issues with the psuedocode. I’m horrible at explaining things. Well. It’s just. How the hell do you explain psuedocode to someone that’s never coded a day in his life? You simply can’t. It’s not possible! How can you generalize without knowing what you’re generalizing? So I did it for him, as I’ve felt bad for slacking. *nods* It’s enough effort to pass, at the very least.

All of this took a while, maybe two and a half hours. I think. Maybe. I headed outside and saw the ladies at the concrete tables. (As if “ladies” refers to my hoard of bitches. It’s easier to say “ladies” rather than Ashley and Colleen and anybody else that’s around. So glad Angie hasn’t been lurking around us as much.) Hopped over the wall and was (teasingly) berated for not having been around earlier, as Ashley saw one of her exes. I was then told that I need a cell phone so that they can find me. *laughs* I joked, “Yeah, so you can keep a leash on me and be aware of my movements at all times.” I jest. Cell phones are a technology I’m still scared of. Besides, they cost money. I hate spending money!

We foodified ourselves. I realized the ham I had yesterday was REALLY salty, which left me not wanting to eat there. You know how those food associations go. So I decided to have some egg salad, which worked out really well for me.

Among conversation that I recall (or feel like sharing), Colleen said something about a guy that once called her up and said, “Hey, I’m really horny, come over.” *blinks* You can imagine the feminine bashing of such behavior. My reaction? One, it’s disrespectful to her. That’s obvious, given the context of her not being a cumdumpster. It’s okay if any ladies are honest cumdumpsters, because then it’s okay for a guy to just call up and say that’s horny and that he wants to dump his cum into her. …Ahem. Two, it’s disrespectful to him.

Obviously such guys don’t care nor are aware of how they treat themselves. By nakedly propositioning a lady like that, it makes it clear that you don’t feel like showing any other side of yourself. I respect myself more than to do that. Well, among other reasons.

*shrugs* I have my point.

It was a little windy and overcast, so we moved indoors. After we stabbed sudoku (see what a bad influence she is?) we played Uno. I’ve had the cards on me for a while, I just haven’t had the chance to utilize them. I beat her twice, causing her to curse me out. She’s so cute when she curses. Anybody that knows me knows the high-pitched noises I make. …She can give me a run for my money. She’s adorable. Around 3, I left, as I had to go home so I could take my dad to the airport.

Coming back, I hit traffic towards the end of 24 right before 287 and 10 west. Found myself smacking my forehead at how people don’t know how to merge. I hate when people zoom in the right lane, then expect people to let them in because they’re a dumbass. If the middle lane is dead-stopped, and there’s nothing but exits left on the right lane, it’s probably a bad idea to zoom along the right lane. Arg. “Um, I’m a dumbass, please let me back into traffic!” Or that one merge on 10 after the light at the Dunkin Donuts. Most people stayed in the middle lane, knowing there’s a merge.

I had eaten an apple prior to this (carbohydrates), and brought my gym bag with me, so I went to go work out. Today’s workout:

current bodyweight: 143.8 lbs (+ 1 lb, weekly average of 142 lbs)

That’s exactly what I benched a week ago. That feeling in my right shoulder? Gone, completely. I felt in complete control of the weight, which is the way it should be. Woo. I’ll move to rotating decline bench starting next workout. While it’s been over four weeks since I started this routine, I haven’t reached my goals yet.

It was really crowded at the Y, so it took a while to get my preferred rack for romanian deadlifts. I was kind of tired, too, so I cut my workout short. Looking back, I see I’ve done that romanian deadlift set/rep/weight before. I didn’t feel confident with increasing the weight yet. *nods* It zaps your energy. I mean shit, that’s the weight I squat my default. Hrm. I’ll variable the intensity of quad-dominant and hip-dominant, so my ass has a chance to recover, but I don’t neglect my legs too much. I know what I mean.

I had some yogurt. I suppose I should have dinner now. I’m not sure what I’ll eat. I’ll figure something out.