11/27/08

My arms are seriously going to explode.

They hurt so bad. They feel tight enough to explode. Apparently I have 2 weapons of mass destruction. They’re called my Triceps.

Duck and cover, everyone. Including people on other continents *cough* Helen *cough*.

Interesting day, today.

I woke up really early and met up with one of my best friends, Jonathan. We went to Disney World. Had fun just hanging out with each other.

Apparently he reads my OpenDiary here, because I tried to tell him about my weight and he already knew. And he commented on my Powerthirst videos. So I guess I have a silent fan. That was pretty interesting.

Anyways. I got home pretty late. Bought pizzas for Thanksgiving, after all, I am allergic to all poultry, which means I can’t eat turkey on Thanksgiving, so instead I have my favorite meal: a pizza.

About an hour ago 11:30 PM, I got a knock on my door from my roommate CJ. I asked what was up and he pretty much said he just wanted to talk.

Apparently all I ever do is enter the apartment, and go straight to my room. I never use the common areas, I hardly ever use the kitchen, and when I do I just clean my dishes then disappear into my room when I’m done.

So he just wanted to talk. lol. So we talked.

And I found out that even though CJ looks and acts like he’s 26-28… he’s actually 20!!!

Which means I’m like the oldest fucker around. Again.

So we had good conversations about hypochondriac girlfriends, my terrible plight of being allergic to all birds, how people’s pores smell like alcohol the day after they drink a lot. I then told him about running in a formation in the Army, on a Monday, when everybody partied hard over the weekend… you can get drunk off those fumes!!

It was odd.

Anyways. My body hurts. I seriously pushed myself today. I did my usual workout, then I went into crazy mode and started doing extra shit.

And then when I was done doing extra shit… I decided to do an excercise I normally do first, and only once… again. I did pullups and chinups.

Oh, my, God.

It must have taken 5 full seconds (1 one thousand, 2 one thousand,…) to do a single pull up. And I did 3 pull ups, and 3 chin ups.

And now my arms are ready to explode. They could go off at any minute.

Seriously you guys should find some co–

KABOOM!!!

… <sigh> Now who’s gonna clean that shit up?

Oh well. I don’t even know why I work out anymore. I just know I have to do it. And if I don’t I can’t sleep very well. And I already have enough problems with my sleep. Can’t sleep without noise. I don’t need to add “Can’t sleep without workout” to the list.

I don’t even like working out. I hate pain. I always have, and I always will. I’m like the top wimp of pain threshold. I hate it, and I quit when I get pain.

But I just workout now. And I don’t know why. I swore when I quit the Army that I was never going to workout again, but here I am, working out.

I’m tired. It’s late. I’m going to bed. G’night.

~Bruce