Last night while I was playing computer games I started thinking about my abs which still need some serious work. Then the idea came to me, what if every time the game was between team death matches I did 15 crunches? Even if you are just sitting at your desk you can still lift your legs up into a mini crunch or do side crunches. Its not necessary for you to be on the floor to work your abs because all you are really doing is compressing them to work the muscles. After playing Call of Duty for four hours last night, my abs were really sore today. This should not replace your normal abs workouts by any means but it’s a great thing to try if you are going to be sitting at desk for hours at a time just moving your finger tips across the keyboard. What do you think sounds better, 10 minutes of abs at the gym or working them constantly throughout the time you are just sitting there?
When I woke up the alarming sounds of my cell phone alarm clock this morning I was not in good place, its was 7:20am. I shut off the alarm and went back to bed figuring I could get another good 4 hours before I got out of bed feeling super refreshed and ready to go. I was also having this amazing dream about living with two wives, an Asian one and cute pale brunette. It was the strangest dream ever because they would get jealous of the time I would spend with them in the same household. I continued the dream into lots of weird scenarios like being in Long John Silver’s restaurant that was being robbed and sinking into the ocean. Anyhow, by the time I looked over at the clock on the cable box, it was nearly one in the afternoon and literally jumped out of bed.
I went to the kitchen to fill my blender bottle with cold water and then I brought it back to my room and put scoop of whey protein in it. I have gotten into the habit of taking sips of protein during my workouts so that way I am not worried about having to make lunch right away.
I finished my garage workout and the clothes in the washer were still spinning so I got on my bike and went to the organic food store. You can usually find cheap pieces of meat for a dollar or two and sometimes they are discounted even lower if they are about to expire. I found some lamb and thin beef steak and I got it for like four dollars. I also got a couple of limes and went to go check out. None of my regular girls were there so I stood in line with the one that runs hot or cold depending on her mood. She stared at me and for a little while, “you look really tired,” she said. I had to explain to her that I cannot find a happy medium with sleep right now. Its either over sleep or under sleep and both make my eyes really puffy and red. Anyhow when she talked to me today it was very sweet and nice… it was almost pleasant to be around her.
I got home tossed the clothes into the dryer and started cooking. I was cooking the lamb with onions and the beef with garlic. I pulled open the packet of lamb and it smelled kind of weird so maybe the discount sticker were more of ‘skull and cross bones’ label? I decided to say screw that and cooked it anyway, if I got sick and died from it, who really gives a damn anyway. While the meat was cooking I was busy spicing up the beef with a variety of things from the cupboard, I am not much of chef, so I usually stick to salt and pepper, sometimes garlic salt. Then I peeled the garlic and washed the frying pan. I have learned that cooking meals with a dirty pan is not a very good idea because crap sticks to it later and it makes it harder to clean. I took one bite at the lamb and it tasted peculiar… but then again I have not eaten lamb in years I think. The last time I had it was at the Mediterranean restaurant with Kelly. Its been a really long time, it must have been back in 2008.
I was all set to go to the store again because I had to buy batteries for my mouse. I used the last ones I had on my remote control for the cable box, it had not needed them since I started living here, I thought they were nuclear powered. Anyhow, I finished folding my clothes and made sure I had exactly enough money to get batteries and a bottle of diet Soda. The thrift store always has them for a buck or where as the wal-mart next door they are usually twice that much for the same brand. It was really nice day outside and I wore shorts and flip-flops in the warm air. I feel like a hoodie and flip-flops are part of my standard uniform I wear daily.
While I walked around the store I looked at the people that were shopping there and for the most part they looked like regular wal-mart shoppers. In fact, I saw a few of them run out to the parking lot and drop off their thrift store goods and run into wal-mart. I guess no one can resist a bargain.
I left the store and went down College Avenue north to the campus, it was too late to get a good few hours of reading in but I could use the exercise. I did half an hour of running after I did my squats today but I felt like I did not do that well at burning enough calories. I rode my slow red bike all the way to the student services and sat down to read the news on my cell phone. I wanted to sit there for an hour but I felt like a dirty old man sitting back watching the tiny co-eds pass by in tiny little shorts. I tried to take some pictures but they were not close enough to get any good skinny pictures for my blog.
I went to the transit center and the shuttle was already there waiting to take me home. I got on the shuttle and checked it for homeless people, you usually don’t even have to look, they are usually stinking up the whole damn place already. As luck would have it there was this nasty looking black guy that smelled like he had shit and pissed his pants before he got on the shuttle. He was also in my favorite seat, I should have gotten off right there and ridden my bike home, I don’t know why I did not? Anyhow, he tried to talking to me and put in my headphones to ignore him, the stench was overwhelming already. I was thrilled when he pulled the cord to get off only a block away by the post office. When the bus stopped to pick up more passengers everyone complained about the awful smell to the driver. The bus cruised through the neighborhood to the public library and that is where we picked up more trash. I have no idea why the bus driver let them on, they were heavily intoxicated and drinking their tall beer cans in full public view. They were repeating lines from the movie Full Metal Jacket and they smelled like alcohol. I wanted to bitch at the driver for not kicking them when we got to the café but what would be the point of that. A bus driver is already a person that is not in the best place financially.
I stopped at the organic again to get some tea and see if any of the cuter cashiers were there and no one I wanted to talk to was there. While I stood in line I kept staring at the person in front of me because it was dressed like a boy but the hips and the waist were clearly feminine. When she turned around to offer to let me go in front of her, I noticed she was one of those butch lesbians that tries to hide all her girl parts. She was one ugly girl but she probably had a sexy as hell girlfriend.
That is it.