Exerbabble (and then some) for 4-5-6

I kept sighing contently through the afternoon. I knew I wouldn’t actually make it to the lab and type up the take-home test. I knew I’d sit around laughing my ass off with Colleen and Ashley. I scratched up some notes on where the answers are, and I’ll probably just bluebook the test. It’s more studying than I normally do.

And I really was laughing my ass off. Sexuality and running gags, what else do you need? Colleen likes mentioning her detachable penis. And Ashley moans if you blow on her. Which makes for much amusement. As you know, I have a rather expressive face. And for whatever reason, Colleen likes staring at me. So if I wiggle my tongue the right way, her face will scrunch, trying to surpress a laugh. I love having that power.

I trust my instincts. And my instincts are telling me to trust them. It’s so strange, because I usually get the opposite feeling from people. I hate that feeling of “Run away!”, but still tolerating people because you feel you should “give them a chance.” Screw giving people a chance. I know when people aren’t good enough for me. And my instincts are telling me to stick with these chicks.

Seriously, that is so rare. I’m normally terrified of people. I rarely feel like I’m talking to people. There’s a good balance of conversation. At one point I realized, “Oh. I just shared a lot of personally intimate information!” Which is fine. I can tell they neither judge me nor will use any information against me. I can just tell. Like I said, instinct. Or emotional perception of character. Same thing.

They like joking out Angie wants me. She’s supposedly desperate. But, that can work in my favor if she decides she wants someone else. Dependence, anyone? My instincts on her say, “Be nice, but otherwise BADWRONG.”

Cliff came by at some point. A lot of time seriously passed. And he started, well, bitching? But in that adorable Cliff way. As I reiterated to him, his situation is rather simple: He’s trapped. Liz is a Strong Independent Female, which means she refuses to admit she’s wrong. She stresses him. Now don’t get me wrong, I think Liz is cool. This is easily the best relationship he’s had. But I’m not stupid. She’ll drive him up a wall eventually. Going to Drew and being away from her may be a godsend, in some ways.

But yes, trapped. His story is mine, in some ways. He has no idea what he wants to do with himself. But, he does NOT want to live in a cubicle. He says he hates doing meaningless work. He can tolerate it at CCM, but. Meh. I told him, simply, that there are things out there that he thinks he won’t like, but may end up liking when he tries it. It may amount to running into walls repeatedly, but so be it. I simply know how unhappy this path will make him. He has no motivation to stray or really venture. If he gets lucky, maybe he will just be a philosophy professor. Sure, he’d be stuck in college forever, but it’s something he could do. I told him he could do accents for whoever he’s teaching about. C`mon, wouldn’t you like a professor that could do a Karl Marx or a Bertand Russell?

I sense his pain, but there’s little I can do but offer him a social distraction.

He left at some point. *nodnod*

I noticed Ashley looking sleepy. “Hrmm.” I said to myself. I offered to be her pillow. A throw-away suggestion. But to my surprise, she later took me up on it, laying her head on my lap. Which, from Colleen’s view, looked like she was giving me head. *laughs* Especially with how I was stroking her hair. Ah, much amusement.

I’d say I was around the café for at least five hours. I think being calm and resolve about tomorrow is far better than being solely stressing about things. I’ll be just fine.

I woke up this morning with a cold. I know, I said yesterday that I have a cold. But I just woke up today feeling not 100%. I did my morning routine of water/bread, waiting for myself to pee, then having oatmeal. I dawdled a little bit, feeling tired. I watched the snow fall a little. I wondered whether I had the energy in me to work out. But I knew I would, because I would feel better after I worked out. Seriously, it was good for my cold. Far better than staying in this stuffy room.

In the middle of an April snowstorm, I cleared off the van and went on my way. I was impressed that people were actually going SLOW for once. And that Route Ten actually had snow on it. People crawled up that hill. I saw an expensive car spun out in the middle of the hill, in such a spot that people could go around him. Not a collision, just looks like he lost his traction for a moment. He was facing the right way, thankfully.

Today’s workout:

Pull-up: 3×6
Stiff-legged Deadlift: 3×9 @ 115 lbs
Shrug: 3×10 @ 115 lbs
Crunches: 3×15
Bent-over Row: 5, 5, 5, 5, 4 @ 80 lbs
Hamstring Curl: 8, 8, 5 @ 96 lbs
Reverse Curl: 6, 6, 4 @ 50 lbs

Did my pull-ups just fine. Now those reps better not drop!

Now. My deadlift. I think I fixed my form. But when I was doing it, I realized I was actually doing closer to a stiff-legged deadlift. My knees were bent slightly, but all the rotation was at my hip. The funny thing is, I didn’t feel nearly as much pressure in my lower back compared to the way I was doing it before. Before, I’d finish a set, and feel my muscles breath, “AHHHHH!!” But this time, that feeling was very slight.

Ah! But guess what felt fatigued the fastest, over 9 reps per set. Not my back. Not my gluteus maximus. Nope. My forearms. Yeah. Think about it, you’re holding 115 pounds over two hands. My grip felt like it was slipping slightly. I’d release the bar, and feel a wave of stuff over my forearm. I believe that’s called a “pump”. Heh. Phew. After shrugs, I went and did crunches to give my forearms a break, so I could grip the bar for bent-over rows.

I haven’t done curls in a long time, of either variety. But I felt like I should do more exercises. Afterwards, I stretched. *nods*

I went outside to near-sunny weather. Snow here and there. It was coming off the trees. It was rather beautiful. I knew that by the time I left the café, all the snow would be gone. (I was right.) I went into the café, looking for the ladies. I saw Angie and asked who else was around. I placed my bookbag and hat on the table, and went to fetch some Cream of Corn Soup. Oh yes, Colleen had some, too. It made for much amusement. I’m very sexy when I lick spoons, what can I say?

I seriously wish I’d met these chicks a long time ago. It’s just a feeling I get, something I only get when I’m talking to people online. It’s strange to hear them bash Angie. I sort of get it. It’s nice to feel respected. To be heard, in some regards. The sarcasm flies, but I’ve never felt anything malicious.

I like that.

I think I have two tests tomorrow. I don’t start my three-class marathon until 11:30, so I’ll have plenty of time in the morning to warm up. Eat my All-Bran in the morning. Probably hang out in the café early and do some Spanish homework, and brush up studying for that child psych exam. Strange, I’d rather so some mild studying and wing the questions, rather than sit down and write out formal answers. She has an option where you can do either. *nodnod* But, whatever makes me happy.

I mean, study before they show up, because I know they’ll be around. *smiles*

Yeah. Casual social interaction. That’s really all I’ve been missing all these years.