Titles are hard to think of

Well hello there boys and girls. Yeah, sorry I haven't been updating my blog at all lately. If you have been following my blog at all, this just further proves how announcing your goals to the world reduces the chances of actually accomplishing them. So, instead of talking about stuff I want to accomplish in the near future, I will talk about stuff that I wonder about. Here is something I was thinking about the other day. When you pump gas at the gas station and your tank is full, does the gas in the tube just stay in there? What if someone needs to pump premium gas for their car but the person before them just pumped regular? Does the left over regular gas in the tube just pump into the next car? If so, that is pretty shitty. First, you're putting regular gas into your car when it should take premium... and second, you're getting charged for the premium rate for regular gas. At least for the first quarter gallon or so. Somebody should definitely look into this.

So for Halloween this year, I am going to be a prisoner. Yup, I actually have a real costume this year. Eunice wouldn't let me be a mummy again. I think being a mummy is probably the best costume ever. All it requires is a little bit of toilet paper and and some scotch tape. But according to SOME people, it isn't a real costume. So, I had to spend thirty dollars on a orange jumpsuit that I will probably never wear ever again. Although I guess having a real costume has its plus sides too. Honestly, the mummy costume doesn't really last for more than 20 minutes. People always tear away at the toilet paper to wipe their hands and clean up spills. Also, one year, Gary Wei lit me on fire. Yes, he actually took a lighter and lit me on fire. I was actually legitimately scared. I had to spill beer on myself. And the only reason he did it was because I told him that I didn't think he would. Thanks Gary.

I'm a little bit buzzed right now. Instead of studying for the GMAT tonight, I decided to drink a little bit and play "Field Runners" on Thomas' iPhone... for three hours. That game is ridiculously frustrating and addicting at the same time. Also it is a huge time waster. I swear like every five minutes he would ask me if I was still playing in a very surprised tone. Kind of like "OMG you're still playing?" Apparently five minutes with that game is more like an hour in real life. Kind of like with the dreaming in Inception but opposite. Also by the way, I didn't think Inception was that great. I liked it, but it wasn't as great as everyone was saying. I didn't watch it until a long time after it came out but I swear, everybody would not shut the fuck up about "OMG I JUST HAD A LEVEL 5 DREAM." One thing I do like that may or may not have come from that movie though is the Leo strut, what what what what?

Can't sleep

Have you ever had a dream of something ridiculous and then after you wake up you're scared of it coming true? A couple of days ago I had a dream where the top part of skin of my scalp fell off and now I keep thinking it's going to happen. I have no idea why. I remember in my dream I was like scratching my head and then all of a sudden I just ripped off the skin on my scalp. I'm not exactly sure how it worked with all my hair and everything but now whenever I scratch my head I have a weird urge to take my skin off. Pretty weird. I wonder how it would look if I did that.

Anyways... It's been about a month or so since my elbow injury has gotten better and I've started lifting again. I'm slowly feeling the strength in my muscles coming back and I can see my body is getting back to its original state. It feels good to have muscles again and to not be such a fat ass anymore but I still feel like there is something missing. I don't have the intensity I used to have when I lift. I remember back in the day, I used to go to the gym like I was about to beat the shit out of someone. On the walk from the parking lot to the gym I would just start getting more and more pissed, and by the time I started lifting I would be at maximum intensity. I wouldn't even stop to say what's up to people I knew. I had an agenda and nothing was going to get in my way. Now I go to the gym and I generally just lie down on the mat for the first ten minutes while I do minimal stretching. Then I have to try to pump myself up to get to the actual lifting. I don't know why it is so different now. Although I do admit, I probably did take it a bit overboard back in the day and I probably always looked like I was mad dogging everyone, but I really miss the intensity I had. Now, I'm more just like eh, and I think about what lifts I can skip.

I don't know if its because I have more things to worry about now or what but I don't like where this is going. Lifting is something I have always done for myself. It was probably my second year in college when I stopped working out and started lifting. To me, the difference is this... you work out to get a little healthier, get in better shape, get a little more muscle on your arms, impress girls, etc.; you lift to get stronger mentally and physically, to continuously push yourself, break new goals and improve yourself. There's a difference. I guess I only had two real hobbies in college. Starcraft and lifting. I've already stopped playing Starcraft entirely... I'm not about to lose lifting too. I am not exactly sure where I'm going with this but just writing about it is kind of pumping me up... Hope writing about it helps me get it back.

In other news, I'm taking care of Eunice's dog this weekend. He keeps coming onto my bed and farting on me. For such a little guy, his farts smell horrific. I think it might be because I keep feeding him "rou song", that Chinese dried up shredded pork stuff, but goddamn he smells like shit. The only reason I'm feeding that to him is because I don't have any other treats to give him and he always just sits there and stares at me and makes me feel guilty. I wonder if dogs get bored. All he does all day is just sit in my room. Also for a little guy he runs pretty fast. I tried racing him and I was running my hardest and he was like right next to me the whole time. Given my legs are like 32 times longer than his, that's pretty good.

Goals

So I have been taking classes for the GMAT's with my brother and some of his friends at UCLA for the last 3 weeks. One thing I learned from going to this class is that I really hate traffic. My Thursday generally consists of me leaving work 30 minutes early to sit in traffic for two and a half hours. Although one week, I had to bring my brother some gas on the high way because he ran out. That was pretty fun. Running across the highway exit when all the cars are speeding by at 50 miles per hour is surprisingly exciting. (Even though the next car coming is a good 200 feet away.)

Anyways, I have a new goal that has to do with the GMAT but I will not be telling any of you my goal until after I accomplish it. I recently watched a video on Ted Talks that says how telling people your personal goals actually lowers your chances of accomplishing them. This is probably the reason why I have never stuck to a diet for more than a week, still can't do a back flip and probably why I never actually completed anything I ever said I was going to do, that I posted on here... including just updating my blog at least once a week. Haha... so this new goal is definitely going to be met and I will let you all know after I accomplish it.

Have you ever seen Undercover Boss? It's a show where the CEO of a company goes undercover and pretends to be a new employee. Here is a video that I thought was hilarious... I think that it is nicely animated too.

If you don't think it's funny then you are probably stupid.

Very stupid.

Haircut

Every time I get a haircut I always ask for a 2 on the side and an 8 on top. I have been doing this for a while, probably ever since I started college. The thing is, I only like my 2 on the side and an 8 on top haircut maybe about two weeks after I get it.. after my hair grows out a little. It didn't occur to me until today that perhaps I should ask for a less short haircut next time. But what should I ask for? How do the numbers and ratios of buzzer sizes really work? That was a dilemma I was thinking about while I was driving to the barber shop. Would it be a 3 and a 9 or a 3 and a 12? The question is how did I get from 2 to 3. Did I add one or did I multiply by three halves? After much deliberation, I figured if the hair on the top of my head grows at the same rate as the hair on the side of my head, then it would make no sense to go by ratios and get a 3 and a 12. Getting a 3 and a 9 would make the most sense, since it's just like getting a 2 and an 8 but with an extra eighth of an inch of hair. So, when I got to the barber shop, I confidently told the barber I wanted a 3 on the side and a 9 on top. Which he then replied, "I don't have a 9." So, I ended up getting a 2 and an 8. I will be looking pretty good in about 2 weeks.

In other news, my mom and brother have convinced me to take the GMAT's. And when I say convince, I mean more like force. But, I guess I can see the plus side of taking it early. Too bad I didn't know the difference between the GMAT's and the GRE's until last week. I actually still don't know anything about the GMAT's besides that it is out of 800. But if it is anything like the SAT's then I feel pretty confident about it. I actually took 2 sections of a practice exam just now and got tired and decided to lie down and watch youtube videos instead. I'll finish the test tomorrow, I promise. I actually do like standardized testing. I find it kinda fun to study for since you can gauge your improvement. Anyways, I guess I am taking it in November or December. Wish me luck.