Exerbabble for 3-6-6

I know better, really. It’s a bitch when you know better. I got stressed out this weekend because I have little ways to make myself feel better. So I just have a bunch of unpleasantness staring me in the face. My weight training teacher said to me the same thing my spanish profesora said to me, “You need to get out more.”

What the fuck. *laughs*

I just don’t know what’s good for me. Other people may be fine bragging about all the trouble they’ve gotten themselves into, as if wanting to dance, “Look at me, I’m hardcore!” I’m one of the cleanest guys on the face of the planet. I’m terrified of trouble!

Now and then, I’m reminded of Fight Club. “You’re going to get into a fight. You’re going to get into a fight, and you’re going to lose.” I think to myself, “Maybe you could date a girl specifically so she’ll dump you and end up hating you.” ..*laughs* Amusing, but nothing I could ever do without external proding. After all, I’d feel bad if she ended up being scorned, “OH GOD, ALL MALES ARE ASSHOLES.” Bitches and hoes, yo.

No wait, only irrational people end up like that; they were irrational to begin with.

My hamstrings were still a little tight when I woke up this morning. Not really a big issue, has none of the exercise I do hits them except for deadlifts. I’ll just do stretches before I GOTO bed, and I’ll be fine.

I forgot my camera. Oh well. I don’t really like it here anyway, so there’s little to photograph. I DO want to get a shot of myself on the can, even if it’s peeing. What, I like sitting down to pee! It’s relaxing. I only stand if I’m that intent on looking at the color.

So yeah, weight training. We’re at the point where we’ve written our own program. Oh, and he still wants us to use partners. Oh. Really. Everybody’s doing something different. Well, except I noticed both bench presses were being used quickly. I think I was the only person to do overhead press. *rolls eyes* I did freeweight squats while my partner felt like leg pressing 500 lbs. These are the things that amuse me.

There’s no incline bench set-up, so some guys set up one of the benches in the squat cage. Nope, not a squat complaint. There’s no other place to do pull-ups, except for the assist machine. It’s set to a minimum of 25 lbs, so I put a 25 lb dumbbell on it, so it was out of the way. The grip was a little wider than usual, so I could only get a few reps out. But. I could still do it. High weight, low reps, anyone?

I hate doing rows. For whatever reason, it feels like the most uncomfortable exercise to me. Rear delts are hard to hit. *shrugs* I do what I can.

I forgot my sheet with my “program” on it at home. I also forgot the sheet that has all the questions for the child psych exam on it. (That’s in three hours.) Wow, a real fuck-up of a morning! (Yeah, yeah, I’ll stop being so negative.) But yeah, it wasn’t an issue because I have it memorized.

Today’s workout:

I get nervous. I mean. I’m not as relaxed as when I’m working out by myself. I know, nobody’s saying anything or making fun of me. I just. *shrugs* I’d be better if I was working out with, say, Erik. It’s just a class. It’ll be over by the end of the month, then I can do whatever I want.

I have DB Incline Press in my sheet, but I didn’t get time for it. There’s room for eight exercises. Normally, deadlifts would be my eighth. But you simply can’t do that in that room. So I figured I’d end with DB Incline so my support muscles get hit more. Completely superfluous. ..But personally, I’d prefer it to doing flies. I just question people’s motives, that’s all. (Guess this means I’ll be doing them someday myself, since i’m bashing the exercise, doesn’t it?)

I’m hungry. Will take care of that.

Vultures are always out this early in the day. I should just wear a shirt that says, “I AM NOT LEAVING.” Assholes, stop wasting gas and fucking park. For the time it takes to vulture a parking spot, you could have parked somewhere else, and walked. Am I supposed to just give my spot to you because I had an early morning class? Assholes.

These chairs are so bad for your posture. I’m looking DOWN at the screen, so it forces you to hunch over. Our bodies take on the shape in which they are used.

Uhhhh.

I probably have a spanish test tomorrow. You know what? I’m going to study for that in the fucking morning. Because i know I won’t do anything for it tonight.

In the mean time, I do believe I have a test to uh “study” for. Pretend I know what’s on it. Let’s hope my bullshit quotient hasn’t faded too much. What, you think philosophy is actually GOOD for something?

:: bursts out laughing ::

If philosophy was good for something, we wouldn’t have Republicans in office. Yeah, nevermind that it’s unsound logic and propaganda that’s gotten us to where we are. But don’t get me started on that. YOU DON’T WANT ME GETTING STARTED ON IT!

See, I didn’t start.

Showed you.

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Oh right, something positive to write about. I have bad habits. Okay. So be it. Thing is, the things that make up bad habits are almost never, in and of themselves, bad things. Haven’t I said this before? Chosing an ineffective short-term gain and sacrificing a long-term happiness. Or something to that effect. Then just getting stuck in that rut and not being able to get out. I saw myself this weekend before I was fully in the rut, but I didn’t know how to prevent it.

My little time-parsing thing seems to have backfired. I’ll write out things to do, then avoid EVERYTHING. wtf. Apparently, I need to try something else! (Or something vaguely similar, but CONVINCE myself it’s something else altogether so I at least try.) As long a there’s something I haven’t tried, there’s an iota of hope. Right? …Right?

I think I’ll try – oh nevermind, I don’t need to explain my own little plans. Carry on.