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)

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

ow man

Long story short, I had a pretty weird Saturday night. I spent about an hour driving to three different gyms that ended up being closed. The shopping center, where my usual gym is located, had a huge power outage and everything there was completely dark. Anyways, after going to the third closed 24 Hour Fitness in a row, I was starting to think that it was a sign telling me that I didn't need to lift today. But I've been so busy lately and I haven't been keeping up with my lifting schedule so I was very determined to get to a gym that was actually open. By the way, 24 Hour Fitness should really consider changing their name. Anyways, when I finally reached the fourth gym (and it was actually opened), I was very excited. Too bad after about fifteen minutes of warming up, I hurt my shoulder on my first work set. When I felt the pain I immediately knew I would be done for the day. God damn it, I was so pissed. I spent an hour driving around just to end up hurting myself. It was a pretty awkward neck/shoulder injury where it hurt to keep my head straight. It wasn't an excruciating pain where I had to go to the hospital or anything but I definitely wouldn't be able to lift for a few days. It felt like such a waste to spend so long trying to get there and then leave without getting any exercise done, so I resorted to running on the treadmill with my head to the side like a retard. Pretty uneventful night if you ask me.

Anyways, on a completely different topic, here is an amazing video of two chicks riding bikes in unbelievable ways.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b36Yi-Pb1wM&feature=player_embedded



Pretty random, especially because my dad sent that to me. Also, in case you haven't noticed, I got a comment box on my blog now! It is pretty cool, please feel free to try it out.

On another note, can someone please tell me where you bought your mattress (only if it is great). I was about to drop like eight bills on this nice ass Serta mattress from SitNSleep and then I read all these articles online about how SitNSleep is such a scam. I really want to buy a nice mattress but I have no idea where to go. I definitely need to get a new mattress because the current mattress I've been using for the last 1.5 years was bought off craigslist for 40 bucks. Also it is probably like 20 years old and it is pretty dirty. Yeah... don't judge me, just tell me where to get a new one.

hello life

Hello everyone. So due to a special demand from a very important Korean that I stop talking about Koreans immediately in my blog, I have decided that it is in my best interest to not discuss Koreans or fans anymore. Sorry folks, I have put great thought into this decision and I'm pretty sure the negative outcomes would be much greater than the positive ones if this post was also about Koreans. So in order to keep the love of my life, a very special Korean girl, happy, I have decided to not talk about Koreans in this post, except for in this paragraph which will end in a link to an article about two Korean parents who were so into taking care of their virtual online baby daughter, they neglected their real human baby daughter which resulted in her death. Enjoy

ANYWAYS...

Onwards to far more boring information...

I can recall so many times during my college career where an "old and wise" newly graduated alumni who recently started working full-time would talk to me and say something along the lines of "Man you are so lucky, I miss college so much, I wish I could go back." or "Take a fifth year man, you will never be able to enjoy college again." And while I am nodding and smiling at them I am thinking in my head, "Yeah... fuck this guy, I am gonna graduate as fast as I can and get out there and make some money and become a millionaire." I mean, I liked college, in fact, I loved college, but I was so ready to move on with my life. I didn't want to live off my parents or be a fake little adult anymore.

Anyways, so that is what I did and now I am here, about to write in my blog about how right those people were. I have come to realize that all real life is, is just work and sleep. And doing poorly in work is a lot different than doing poorly in school. Anyways, not that I don't like how things are going right now but I can't help but think about those days where I could just do whatever I wanted and didn't have shit to do the next day. But then again, those were also the days where I had to stay up all night studying and spend like an hour every week to figure out how to live off 400 dollars a month. Hmm... I guess it's only natural to only think about the good things when you're thinking about scenarios you can't be in. Well, the point of this post isn't really to say how I wish I was in college again, because I don't, but it is more to say sorry to everyone who has ever told me to stay longer in college. HAHA. Yeah, so pretty much if you ever gave me that advice, in my head I was thinking about how stupid you were. My bad. I also remember almost lecturing certain people, particularly my brother, on why it was that they couldn't find one measly hour, three days a week to lift weights. Now I understand that as well. Haha sorry GUH and helllooooo real life.