07302007

I was slightly distraught all day (well, since around 16:00, because that’s when I woke up) over the dude from Hot Topic not calling, almost in the manner of a lady waiting for a call from a suitor. BUT he finally did call, and now I have an interview at 15:00 tomorrow to fret over, even though it’s just a damn mall job.

Also, tried to sumo deadlift 255 lbs. again tonight (after failing at 275), but to no avail. I’d like to blame that on my knee, which seems to be unable or unwilling to let me extend my leg all the way.

Sunday, 29 July 2007

Weight = 258 lbs. (117 kg)

Upper arm: Relaxed = 17 1/4 in. (44 cm) Flexed = 18 1/2 in. (47 cm)

Forearm: Relaxed = 12 1/4 in. (31 cm) Flexed = 13 in. (33 cm)

Chest: Relaxed = 49 1/2 in. (126 cm) Flexed = 50 3/4 in. (129 cm)

Waist: 45 in. (114 cm)

Thigh: 28 1/2 in. (72 cm)

Calf: 18 1/2 in. (47 cm)

Comments: Glorious and wonderful solid food. There’ll probably be a slight regain of weight thanks to that.

07262007

Quick rundown:

1) Dad’s birthday, so lots of food (including steak and mushrooms) was consumed at the Western Sizzlin’. Flirted a bit with the waitress without realising it. Man, she had a nice ass. Kind of messed up in the face area, but nice ass. Tattoos on her hand, too, which was strangely hot. And a nice ass. Did I mention her ass and how nice it was?
2) Good chance I might get an assistant manager job at… Hot Topic. Here’s hoping I can bring a touch of class (meaning tr00/kvlt metal) to the establishment. And I don’t have to shave/cut my hair!
3) I got a jury duty notice in the mail. August 13th, 9:00 in the morning. That’s going to suck.

07232007

I think a combination of good lifts in the gym (255 lb. sumo deadlift this time – I may be getting the hang of it), watching the Shield (spawned another dream where I disarmed and… “incapacitated”… a guy trying to rob a convenience store), and actually going out in public and seeing scantily-clad young lasses (and the ensuing desire to hump anything that could be vaguely mistaken for female in the dark) has my testosterone levels SOARING. This is great. I can’t wait to try some “gear” and have it even higher. But that’s a story for another time.

Speaking of the gym, there was a dog waiting outside the door and barking like a madman (well, mad dog, but that has a totally different meaning…) while Matt and I were lifting. Nobody knows whose it was. It was friendly once we passed through the barrier of the door, though.

Also at the gym was another unexpected visitor at such a late hour – a female. If she’s there again Wednesday, we’ll have to lift like fuck to impress her! Well, Matt will, I’m fucking weak compared to him (though in my defense, so are the vast majority of people). My masculine wiles will have to do the trick.

Fuck…

Sunday, 22 July 2007

Weight = 262 lbs. (119 kg)

Upper arm: Relaxed = 17 1/4 in. (44 cm) Flexed = 18 1/2 in. (47 cm)

Forearm: Relaxed = 12 1/4 in. (31 cm) Flexed = 13 in. (33 cm)

Chest: Relaxed = 49 1/2 in. (126 cm) Flexed = 50 3/4 in. (129 cm)

Waist: 45 in. (114 cm)

Thigh: 28 3/4 in. (73 cm)

Calf: 18 3/4 in. (48 cm)

Comments: FUCK YEAH, the waist finally went down. One more glorious week.

EDIT: Also fuck yeah, benched 225 three times. That’s touching the chest, pause, then press. As usual, not really that much, but it’s been a while since I’ve been able. Again I say fuck yeah.

07182007

I think I’ve been watching too much Shield… FAR too much… Yet there’s still so much to watch…

EDIT: Ha, this shirt is new and the sleeves aren’t stretched very well yet, so they’re kind of restricting my arms’ movement. TOTALLY SWELLING MY JUICY THICK. OH YEAH. OH YEAH. OH YEAH. OH YEAH. OH YEAH. Etc.

07172007

I had my first taste of sumo deadlifts last night, so naturally I’m barely able to walk today. I ended up pulling 225 lbs. which, while not really that much, isn’t bad for a first try, I think.

After taking the car to the garage, there was nothing on the invoice about the fuel system, so apparently flushing the transmission (heh, tranny fluid) fixed the problem. It’s amazing how much of a relief it is not having that light on.

Pseudoephedrine tastes like 7483240783297408329 times worse than ephedrine. I don’t need that shit first thing in the mor… afternoon. Two more weeks, then I can begin the road to eating normally again!

I enjoy having no semblance of order in my entries.

Sunday, 15 July 2007

Weight = 266 lbs. (121 kg)

Upper arm: Relaxed = 17 1/2 in. (45 cm) Flexed = 19 in. (48 cm)

Forearm: Relaxed = 12 1/4 in. (31 cm) Flexed = 13 1/4 in. (34 cm)

Chest: Relaxed = 50 in. (127 cm) Flexed = 52 in. (132 cm)

Waist: 46 in. (117 cm)

Thigh: 30 1/4 in. (77 cm)

Calf: 18 3/4 in. (48 cm)

Comments: Ah, there we go. That’s more like it. Creatine use was halted and weight dropped accordingly. All without pissing the bed, which I think we can all agree is a victory in and of itself.

07142007

Why am I still awake (I seem to ask myself that a lot)? Even taking the stimulants into account, I should have retired hours ago.

According to the diagnostic computer, the problem with my car is “insufficient coolant temperature for closed loop fuel control.” Other than the obvious, I haven’t a clue what that means, but my buddy said that it could be something as simple as a faulty O-ring or as complicated as a bad fuel injector, which would suck balls indeed. At any rate, it’s not an immediate problem, thankfully, so it should survive at least until taking it to the mechanic Monday. Again, I drive like an old woman, so it’s certainly not going to be any malfunction caused by harsh driving conditions. But I’m still concerned. My car is… my baby (I’m so American sometimes).

I haven’t read the book(s) and I think I missed a movie or two in the sequence, but Order of the Phoenix seemed to dazzle me just the same. I suspect it would be a bit better had I known just what was going on. I’m more of a Lord of the Rings/D&D/Star Wars geek than Harry Potter anyway.

WAY too much (unhealthful) food at the IHOP. Bacon & egg cheeseburger, fries, almost TWO orders of onion rings since Humpy didn’t care to finish his, a pot of coffee, and a glass of sweet tea that the waitress brought out by mistake. I have my one cheat meal per week, and I make damn good use of it.

07122007

1) I woke up this morning to find a tick on my arm. After trying to flick it off with no success, it was time to break out the tweezers. I thought crushing its head would have killed it, but NAY, the beast was still alive. So I used every flat surface at my disposal to try ending its life with massive blunt trauma, but ticks are apparently NIGH FUCKING INDESTRUCTIBLE. So I finally filled a cap with some alcohol, scraped the fucker into it, and lit it on fire. Score one for humanity.

2) My car’s “service engine soon” light came on while en route to the gym last night. I poked around under the hood and couldn’t find anything wrong, and it still drives the same, so I’m not as worried as I probably should be. According to the manual, it could be something as simple as poor quality fuel, water in the fuel (which could be possible, considering the rain we’ve had recently, maybe?), or a faulty/loose fuel cap. To be safe, I checked the cap (it was secure, as far as I could tell) and got some fuel system cleaner and ran it through. The manual says to give it three drive cycles (cold engine startup and mixed highway/city driving) and, if the light doesn’t go off, THEN take it to be serviced at the first available opportunity. I was planning on getting the oil changed and the transmission checked and et cetera Monday, so this could work out nicely. Unless it’s something serious and costly, in which case it will surely, as they say in Russia, suck balls. Keep crossed whatever you can manage.

EDIT: A friend of mine works at an auto parts store (and I didn’t know about it until now – how great a friend I am) and has offered to run a diagnostic test on the car, free of charge, to at least give me a head’s up about what’s wrong with it. So that’s what’s in store for tomorrow. That and going to see the new Harry Potter movie and IHOP with Matthew and Humpy. Jolly good.