Just thought I'd let you know...

Updates are gonna be sporadic over the next couple weeks.

Monday is moving day.

And we're not having TV/internet brought to the new house until the 10th.

Yeah.  I know.

So the only access I have to the internet will be at school.  Looking up porn will be awkward.

At least after everything's unpacked, I can entertain myself without TV by going to the gym.


Later.
-Justin

Hiatus or something...

BLAH.

Just got word yesterday that we're moving on MONDAY.  So all my spare time is gonna be spent packing/moving/going insane.

And on top of that, my car is falling apart.

Why does everything happen at once?


Unrelated story.

Yesterday I went to Popeyes drive thru to get something for myself and my niece.

Yes, I know it's not the healthiest right now.  But everything's packed.

I made my order, then the guy took one look at me and said, "Don't tell me you're eating this all yourself!"

Asshole.

That totally pushed me down a few pegs.

I kept calm because I knew if I started anything I would have pulled his (equally) fat ass through the tiny drive thru window and strangled him with the headset.

Being the better person sucks.

I sent a nastygram to Popeyes management about the incident.  Said I won't go to that location because I don't want any of my money going to his paycheck, unless it went to etiquette lessons.

I just got a phone call back.  They're having a meeting with him this week and sending me some vouchers for free food.

Moral of the story: No need to insult your customers.  And also if you have a bad customer service incident, send a nastygram to the management.  They do listen.

Now if you'll excuse me, I should get my car checked out before I head to class.

Later.
-Justin

Storm Large 8 MILES WIDE music video

Twice in three days? Damn...

Went back to the gym today.  Ow.

When I first exited the locker room, the ellipticals were taken, so I figured I'd go onto the cross ramp.

I could only do six minutes on that bad boy.  My left calf started hurting like a bee-yatch.  Like a really bad strain.  Luckily, by then, an elliptical opened up.  So I hopped on before someone else got a hold of it.

My calf was really aching, to the point where I contemplated calling it a day and going back home.  But I stuck through it and after about fifteen minutes it didn't hurt anymore.  Ended up doing 30 minutes altogether on the elliptical.

Went over to the machines.  I could only do three before everything started hurting.

Normally I would have used this to bring me down.  All "woe is me, I can only do three machines."  But I'm not in the mood for that.

Instead, I am looking back at what I used to be able to do before my little gym break.  And telling myself that I was capable of doing a heck of a lot more than I am now.  And telling myself I can definitely get back to that state.  No.  Check that.  I will get back to that state.

Soon I'm going to be going back to an environment that wasn't always 100% positive for me.  It's an environment I let define me.  But during my hiatus, I realized that I am a good person and I do deserve good things.

Go ahead and tell me I'm not a fighter.  I'll kick your ass and prove you wrong.

Later.

-Justin

Back to the gym!

I did it.  I finally went back to the gym.

Did 35 minutes on the elliptical.

And that was it.

Baby steps.


Then tonight I learned that my diet changes had taken effect.  Mom wanted Taco Bell so I caved (but got a Sierra Mist).

And I felt the repercussions about an hour later.

It'll be a while before I get Taco Bell again.


Later.
-Justin

D'oh!

Total clusterfuck tonight.  Went to the gym near school and there was absolutely no parking.  That + narrow-ass roads = almost hit by three cars and a truck that I swear is lifted too high for VA standards.

By the time I got to the tunnel, it was so late that any workout would keep me up tonight.

So I'm going tomorrow.  I didn't even take my gym bag out of the car.  I have to run a couple errands and then it's time to feel the burn.

Later.
-Justin

All packed up and almost ready to go.

In between classes right now.

But I have my gym clothes packed for after Short Script.

So unless I get a bout of explosive diarrhea or the rain turns into snow, I'm going to the gym, gosh darn it.

Day eight with no caffeine.  I almost caved and bought a 5 Hour Energy at work yesterday.  Luckily, we didn't have any in stock.

I have had soda, however.  But not nearly as much as I had been recently.  Trying to limit myself to one a day.  Other than that, I'm drinking nothing but pure dihydrogen monoxide.

Wondering how this semester is gonna pan out.  Had Screenwriting II last night.  I have to produce a 100 page draft in three months.

Then I have Short Script, which is devoted to...well...short scripts.

Acting II is gonna be interesting.  The instructor is kind of a space cadet.

Video Project...who knows how that'll go.  I have somewhat of an idea, since it's the same instructor that I had for Intro to Filmmaking.  And last semester's Acting class.  And Short Script this semester.

Will I be able to handle all of this, plus work, plus standup comedy, plus the launch of Perro Sexivo 2.0?  I think I'll be able to pull it off.  But I might wanna shave my head again to avoid the temptation of ripping it out.

Later.

-Justin

P.S.-Kanye is the ultimate douche nozzle, but I couldn't resist putting this on my iPod workout playlist.

First weigh in

Had a morning meeting today.  Usual stuff.  But after the meeting I managed to sneak into the back and update my Mii on the Wii fit and weigh myself in.

And...

I lost 4.9 pounds!

Woo-hoo!

Awesome number for one week's worth of dieting.  And that's without the gym.  Just wait until I kick that in.

Next weigh in is in two weeks.  Not particularly aiming for 10 pounds next weigh in, since that's kinda lofty (first few pounds are usually water loss).  But as long as it's lower than this week, I'll be happy.

Anyhow.  Back to bed for a couple hours.  I work 3-8:30, then I perform for the first time in almost two months.  I need my sexy rest.

Later.
-Justin

If I lose a total of twelve pounds by Valentine's day, I might have to reward myself with this book.  Unless y'all can help me come up with something else worth rewarding myself with.

G-Day

Okay.  After months of schooling, finals, weather, and then recovering from a nasty cold, I am going to go back to the gym on Tuesday after school.  I've bought new music from iTunes to add to my playlist.  And I have $28 in credits leftover, too.  I'm gonna have a kick ass playlist.

I've already been sticking to my diet and seeing results.  But most importantly, I've managed to go three days without caffeine.  And for an energy drink addict, that is nothing to sneeze at.  Detox has been a bitch.

Perro Sexivo 2.0 has activated the launch sequence.

Now, if you will excuse me, I gotta run some errands and do some laundry.

Later.
-Justin

P.S.-Justin Timberlake may be a bit of a douche nozzle, but this is a good workout song.

Nintendo's a bunch of meanie-heads.

So, I registered for the Biggest Loser competition at work.

Somewhat fun, somewhat embarrassing.

Here's how it went.

The store manager set up a Wii in the back office with a Wii Fit and a balance board.  We got to make our own Mii character and register onto Wii Fit with it.

So I set mine up.  Gave it my glasses, my blue eyes, and my side part (which still hasn't come back since my venture in head shaving, but is somewhat a part of my image).  Kinda had fun with this.  Decided to give him a blue shirt.  Because that's what I wear at work.

So then the time came for the stats.  Age, height, and most important of all, weight.  Age was a matter of putting my birthday in.  Height was just adjusting a couple bars.  Then came the "fun" part.

Come on.  Do I really explain the quotations are my way of expressing sarcasm?

I got to step on the scale.

But before they would tell me my weight, they decided to up the suspense.  They tested my balance.

And, yes, I am indeed relatively well balanced.  Physically at least.  Mentally, that's for me to know and the psychologists to find out.

Then they threw up the BMI.

And, yes, I'm a fattie.  Don't remember the exact BMI (blocked it out).  The arrow didn't just climb up the meter.  It practically rang a bell like one of those Test Your Strength games at a carnival.

OBESE.

Then they finally gave me my number, in front of my store manager and the Hollister-looking participant who wants to GAIN weight (um...wrong competition, Stick Boy).

So, ladies and gentlemen, let me give you the number.  As embarrassed as I am, I do this because I firmly believe I won't be anywhere near this number again.

320

I'll admit I'm still somewhat grateful I didn't get back up to my original number of 346.  But 320 still isn't something to be proud of.  I somehow managed to gain 35 pounds in a year's time.  I was at 285 at one point.  Where did I go wrong?

To add insult to injury, my Mii suddenly stretched sideways, growing a belly and a fat butt.  Complete with stretching rubber sounds and a pop at the end.  Then it said my "real age" was 43.  My testicles dropped two feet with that news.

Then when they put my Mii character together with my boss and Skinny Guy, my Mii kept rubbing his belly like it were a damn genie lamp.

Whoever programmed the Wii Fit deserves a swift smack upside the head.

Whatever.  Now I have something to start with.  Once my mucus disappears, I am getting my ass over to the gym.  Until then, I will control the only thing I can: my intake.

I will never see 320 again.  I'll never see a 3 in the beginning of my weight again.  And dammit I'm gonna be the sexiest bitch in all the land.

Ladies and gentlemen, 2011 will see the launch of Perro Sexivo 2.0.

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get some sexy rest.

Good night.
-Justin