Hmm...

Haven't been to the gym in a few weeks.  And even then, that was the first time I had been there in months.

Feeling flabby and fatigued.

But on the plus side, tomorrow will mark three weeks since I've had an energy drink.  Considering I'd been having at least one (sometimes two) every day, that's big.

Trying to figure out my schedule, now that I'm in school full time, as well as at work part time.  Things are so busy that I don't get a full day off.  Ever.  That plus set strikes every month it seems.

So let's see what I already have in store.

Monday: School 1-4:15.  Drive through Norfolk traffic.  Work 6-close.
Tuesday: School 11-2:45.  Drive through Norfolk traffic.  Work 5 or 6-close.
Wednesday: School 1-5:30.  Often meet with friends afterwards, though.
Thursday: School 11-2:45.  Usually nothing after.  That might change, though, since I have to start putting in shop hours for my Production class.  But that'll be no later than 5.  And this is usually my comedy night, but I'm not in the mood for self-deprecating at the moment.
Friday: School 1-1:50.  Shop hours 3-5.
Saturday: Depends what mood my boss is in.
Sunday: See Saturday.

Well, I know Thursday and Friday evenings are free.  Just an extra mile past home.  And I always pack my iPod with me to school.  And I always wear my sweats.  Because we're always lifting heavy shit in class.

And I know next Sunday I can swing a workout after clocking out.  Maybe next Saturday, too.

And the Wednesdays I don't meet with friends, I have nothing going on.

See?  I really have no excuse to not go to the gym.

Besides, it'll make me feel better.  And feel smarter.  And feel sexier.

Bring it on!

BTW, I think I already know what I want for Christmas.  Gift certificates for Under Armour.  Best. Workout Clothes.  Ever.

Later.
-Justin

What's stopping me?

Got my workout gear set aside for tomorrow.

I have a new workout playlist.  It's called "Angry at Myself and Taking it out on the Machines."

Damn straight.

Later.
-Justin

I want...

Chinese food.

General Tso's Chicken.  Extra spicy.  With white rice.

Luckily it's after midnight.  Nothing's open.  Because the craving is strong enough that I'd be willing to put some pants on and drive out for some.

Last night Mom and I got the small freezer from the garage and put it in the side room.  Then we went to Wal Mart and went on a healthier shopping spree.  Gotta love living at home with Mommy.

Bunch of Lean Cuisine stuff, Chex Mix, grilled chicken, cereal, individual veggie thingies (that are only 1.5 grams of fat and NUM YUMMY).

Plus we have stuff for smoothies.

So when I'm too tired to go out and eat, I have options that don't involve calling Papa Johns (or Pizza Hut, whose boneless wings I just discovered).

Now if I could just get off my ass and go to the gym.  I am going twice this week.  Dammit.

I still want some General Tso's.  And a big honking Orange Mountain Dew to wash it down.

Later.
-Justin

Oops...

Eating good for two days

+

DiGiorno Pizza for dinner

=

Dun...nuh  Dun...nuh  Dun...nuh

Dundundundun Dundundundun DundunDUNDUN

SHART!


Well, on the bright side, my mom just bought a big honkin' blender.  Then she sent me on a frozen fruit spree.  So I got a bunch, along with protein powder, wheat germ, and flax seed.

One less excuse.

Okay.  Lemme recover from tonight's episode.

Later.
-Justin

Coming Attractions

The Construction of Perro Sexivo 4.0

Starts tomorrow at a gym establishment near you.

Rated R for graphic language.

The sequel, Perro Sexivo and the Quest for the V, will be rated XXX.

Later.
-Justin

And, now, some cinematic music.

I thought Fat Frank was dead...

I woke him up.

Not working out.  Eating garbage.  It's having an impact on my thought process.

I told myself I'd try to get back into the comedy scene this summer, to be more social, but I'm retreating further and further into my shell.

This needs to stop.

How often have I said that?

Friday.  Workout.  Dammit.

Before I self destruct.

I need to self construct.

Later.
-Justin

Just call me Murphy...

Foot hurting again.  But it doesn't feel like gout.  Tendonitis?  Dunno.

Ordered my new glasses on Monday.  Got them on Wednesday.  The prescription was so messed up that I had to change to my old glasses halfway home.

Then, while driving with my new glasses, my car started smoking like the old lady from Beetlejuice.

ARGH.

Luckily my brother in law fixes cars.

But what was first thought to be just the belt turned out to be worse.  Turns out the new air compressor I got in March is celebrating the 4th of July early and sparking.  It's under warranty, so hopefully I'll only have to deal with labor.  But I think I have to tow it to the place...I can't drive it that far...

As for the glasses, they admitted to messing up the right lens, but said my prescription wasn't right and needs to be fine tuned.  So guess what I'm doing on Thursday...

I just wanna work out and do things...

Dammit.

Ah, well.

Later.
-Justin

And...

Shoes are here!

And holy crap they are light.  Like, really light.

Gonna just go out with them tomorrow and see how they feel in everyday use.

Also DLed a couple TV seasons for my iPod.  Something different and lightweight to play while working out: Search for the Next Elvira and Who Wants To Be A Superhero?

Anyhow, I'm gonna watch a bit of TV.  And then watch Hall Pass.  Because I need something funny.

Later.
-Justin

Still no shoes...

Dude at Foot Locker said seven days.  It's been nine.

Maybe he meant business days.  Or maybe the Nike Free Runs are harder to find in clown size.

Just finished day one of the GNC 2-Day Body Cleaning Program.  Immediately after the first dose, I got a major case of the boom-boom-squishy-squishies.  Now I have the farty gas.

Yes, I know I'm the king of TMI.

Anywho, I can't wait to get the new shoes so I can go back to working out.

BTW, I entered my screenplay into a contest.  I'll find out the results in November.  Next paycheck, I'll have enough to enter it into another...::fingers crossed::

Okay.  Gonna relax.

Good night.

-Justin

I'm waiting...I'm waiting...

So...

Still no shoes...

Hopefully they'll be here soon.

I don't wanna go to the gym with my old ones, because I think they helped contribute to my gout flareup.  They're so worn down that they're practically tie-up slippers.

C'mon shoes...get here...

Later.
-Justin