Saturday, June 26, 2010

Thomas sucks at driving

So my roommate rear-ended me the other day. Yes, we were both driving home and I decided last-minute that I was not going to not run a yellow left turn while he decided that he was going to. It's too bad I was in front of him. Luckily, neither of us really give a shit about our cars. We didn't even get out to assess the damage. The people at the intersection must have been really confused, because all I did was stick my head out the window and laugh at him. Anyways, if you ever see Thomas, be sure to tell him what a shitty driver he is.

I really was never the type to care about nice cars or name brand stuff or anything like that. Partly for reasons like this; I don't have to worry about messing it up. But mainly, I don't really care for expensive things because it makes no sense to me. I mean, if you are a millionaire or even a hundred-thousandaire then, by all means, buy whatever you want (because I will when I become one), but if you are still living off your parents or just barely getting by on your own, I don't really see the point in owning three hundred dollar sunglasses, four hundred dollar jeans, or seven hundred dollar purses, watches, shoes, etc. Yes, I will agree I have always been pretty cheap and didn't like to spend money, but it still doesn't make sense to own a bazillion dollar sunglasses (unless you can truly afford it). It's not like they block out UV rays any better than seven dollar ones do. If I was gonna buy sunglasses for over a couple hundred dollars, they better have x-ray vision or help me fly or some shit like that.

And really, people want to buy name brand shit so they can show it off. And what does that accomplish? Nothing really... except for announcing to the world that they can afford over priced stuff. And once again, if you can, that is really great, but if you can't, then please tell me why. Why would you buy it? And I have a feeling most people our age, or at least my age and younger, can't. (And I'm not talking about your spending dad's money)

Thursday, June 10, 2010

SUP

Hi all,


Let's start this post out with a joke.


Knock Knock



Who's there?



Koreans



Koreans who?



Koreans beat their wives.



Haha, Yes, I made that up myself, after I even typed the sentence "Let's start this post out with a joke."

Anyways, sorry I haven't posted for a while. Nothing particularly funny or exciting has happened to me and I couldn't really think of anything worthy of posting. I actually don't really have anything to talk about right now but I decided to write this post since a couple of people have been urging me to update my blog. I don't know why but when people make references about stuff I post on here, I feel a little happy inside.

On another note, I have been unemployed for about a month now (but not for much longer) so I have had a lot of time to go to the gym. I feel so much better about myself now that I have been lifting seriously again. Anyways, about three or four weeks ago, I was at the gym and haven't tested my maxes for a while, so I decided to test out my max deadlift. In case you don't know, deadlifting kind of makes a lot of noise when you put the weight down after the set, especially if the floor isn't padded. So I was warming up and stuff and I was kind of making a lot of noise and was feeling a bit embarrassed because I didn't want to seem like I was purposely throwing weights down. Also it was my first time in that particular gym. Anyways when I finally got the weight up to what I was trying to lift, I was totally trying to pump myself up, so I was breathing all hard with eyes closed and kinda whispering to myself. I seriously did that for about five whole minutes because I was kind of doubting myself was really nervous. From an third person view, I will completely agree that I looked really fucking gay, but it was very necessary. Anyways, I could tell people were starting to kinda stare me from the corner of their eye. When I FINALLY felt ready to lift, I reached down, grabbed the bar and pulled as hard as I could. And....the weight doesn't even move. Not even an inch. It was like I was trying to pick up something that was nailed to the ground. My god, I felt so shitty and embarrassed. I seriously spent like 15 minutes warming up and pumping myself up. After that, I just decided to rack my shit up and go home. Haha. Trust me, it was a very depressing drive home.

Anyways, I feel so much better now after this month. I also talked to this guy who told me he tests his maxes every week, which kind of sounds like a good idea to me. I've been testing them like every 3 months (and not seeing great results). I'm gonna start doing that at least every other week.


Here are some realistic 1 rep max goals for myself 8 weeks from now: (second week of August)

Squat: 335
Dead: 435
Bench: 325
Clean: 200 (just started)

Anyways hopefully I can reach those.

Hello Kevin Vu if you are reading this. I posted this up just for you to see so you can try to beat me. Keyword: try