Tonight, I went the hardest in the motherfucking paint that I’ve ever gone. Well, running at least.
Did a six minute something mile at Strom tonight. Felt good. Real good.
Biceps have gone to shit, though. I was struggling to curl the bar and burning them out. Been running too much lately and have lost focus on getting swole. Bump that, mang. Back to getting swell as fuck I go.
Though, these accomplishments are mostly thank to JACK3D. I finally caved and bought some. Yeah, it is pretty much legalize cocaine, so to speak. Norbs said I had the eyes of the devil tonight. They felt like they were about to explode, real talk. Whatever, it makes me go hard. But, the after effects are pretty awful. I can only take this stuff at night now after I’m through with whatever needs to be done. I crash waayyy too hard to be taking it during the middle of the day. Sucks the productivity/energy right out of you.
I’ve also now accepted that I will never gain weight. Back down to 127lb. Ugh, I was right at 130 not too long ago. Whatever, as long as this 6 pack comes in and I have at least some muscle definition by summer time, that’d be just alright.
“Seriously, Columbia promoters, why can’t we get a good big-ticket act to come through here? I mean, the best we’ve got in the past couple years is Jimmy Buffett. And f#!k Jimmy Buffett; I’m glad he fell off stage. I hate Jimmy Buffett. If I saw him on the street I’d be like ‘Hey Jimmy, tell us more about the beach,’ and his head would explode because he’d realize he’s living a f#!king lie and quoting the same song over and over again and repackaging it and selling to the public. The asshole. And don’t you say Widespread Panic, because I will punch you square in the mouth. How about Rush or something? Or Megadeth. Get Megadeth to descend on Columbia.”—Free Times: Rant & Raves
Just winged a speech in public speaking and it went better than expected. Pretty much an overly dramatic speech about WUSC. Got a few laughs, even from the professor.
Feels good, man.
Last night was one of the most ridiculous nights ever. Recited an introduction of epic proportions for my boys covering Kanye West acousticly at the Acoustic Cafe. (That sounded a bit redundant…) My boys (and gal) straight up killed it. Then the badass, amazing and straight up ignorant premiere of the Sweet Vans music video that I was fortunate enough to star in down at Bey’s.