Weight Day One

Back squat or front squat 2x5
Deadlift 2x5
Military press variation 3x2-3-5-10
Pull-up 2xMax reps
Any ab exercise

Weight Day Two

Back squat or front squat 2x5
Deadlift 2x5
Military press variation 5x2-3-5-10
Pull-up 2xMax reps
A different ab exercise

Weight Day Three

Back squat or front squat 2x5
Deadlift 2x5
Military press variation 2x2-3-5-10
Pull-up 2xMax reps
Another different ab exercise

In Between Days

Plyometrics (box jumps, depth drops, etc)
Sprints (trail /w spikes, stairs with vibram 5 fingers)

Getting a Costco membership for cheaper meats/milk/cereal.

I have high blood pressure, which really keeps me warm working outside during these freezing cold winters. Unfortunately, it leaves me sweating like a pig during the summer. It's probably another factor to why I get pissed off for no reason, like I'm possessed by some zealous obsession to push, pull, and move to the point where I'm going to explode. I don't like how my mind feels like its blasting away at full speed and just won't quit. Like a headache that pulsates rapidly, telling my to "go, go, go," but half as painful and twice as annoying. Taking excessive amounts of fish oil (which is a blood thinner) probably doesn't help it either, but it's so good for my joints, cardiovascular health, skin, brain/mood, etc...

It's been at least a couple years since the last time I've seriously punched something out of anger and hurt my knuckles, leaving them a little bit bigger and rounder compared to the sharp knuckles of my left. Two years ago I hit a concrete wall, really hard. My chiropractor laughed at me. Yesterday night I did something similar with a parking meter. Wow, I'm surprised how much flex those things have. They bounce when you punch them! I can't fully bend my right hand closed... Today I wanted to do cleans at the gym, but I guess all I can do is squats until this thing fixes up.

99% of the time I don't have dreams. It could be due to the irregular hours and lack of sleep or perhaps my conscious mind simply cannot comprehend any of my dreams. When I dream things, I'll have some sort of grasp upon a vague comprehension of what just happened in my imagination upon first wake. However, within minutes, all memories of my dreams begin to vanish.

I still vaguely remember my dream from last night. It was strange.

-Sneaking around through a worn down hospital, trying to avoid everyone from seeing me.
-Somehow I got caught and was killed through unmemorable means.

-Part of my dream became somewhat of a game where if you kill people, treasure and gold will come out.
-A miller had a gaping green hole through his chest and a dozen red stab wounds. Someone killed him thinking that treasure would come out, but he was just a normal person and nothing came out. The man was killed for no reason. A small wooden treasure chest was strapped to his belt, but it wasn't real. There was no way of opening it.

-There were two male characters hallucinating as if one of them was a female and each of them was being attacked by an imaginary aggressor.
-They killed each other's imaginary enemies, which immediately dissipated in thin air.
-They kissed or were about to kiss and then the hallucination halted, turning them back into their true forms.
-Immediately they died! Exploded or something.

Yesterday evening, I was hunting for parking at Save On Food's parking lot and had to wait for a car in front of me to back out and exit their parking space. Meanwhile, a white Toyota Tercel exactly perpendicular to my car is trying to back out another parking space! WHAT THE FUCK? I saw the car coming out and kept honking my horn and there was absolutely no way to dodge it. The car in front of me was still backing out and I couldn't just blindly reverse into the intersection behind me. She hit my car, then decided to get out.

What was her excuse?

Stupid FOB lady: "Oh, I was listening to music."

Me: "You still have to look behind you!"

Stupid FOB lady: "Oh, sorry. I did not see you. There was no car when I last looked."

(WTF? I was behind her car for at least 30 seconds.)

Stupid FOB lady: "Was your alarm going off?"

Me: "NO, I was trying to warn you with my horn!"

Luckily there was no damage to my car. I got her plate and information down just in case. Very rarely do I ever have to encounter such idiocy.

I really have to upgrade my horns this coming weekend. I'm going to go with cheap 39 decibel freeway blasters. Hopefully they're actually above 40 decibels. (Anything above 40 is supposed to be deafening.)

I haven't been posting anything lately simply because I haven't been feeling anything. I do log in daily, however it simply does not feel right for me to submit an entry without any passion or emotion. A single giblet of pain, anger, happiness, inspiration; all I need is one little thing to become driven. Pulling boring stupid ideas out of your head and posting them on Xanga is somewhat equivalent to heading over to the washroom and taking an imaginary shit. It does not satisfy the soul. One of the most rewarding things about Xanga is to become aggravated in real life, being driven to type a meaningful agreement/disagreement or a simple synopsis of the situations one may occur, then to browse upon it in 1 or 2 years into the future.

Truely, I have no idea what I feel. Sometimes it's apparent that I'm feeling nothing at all, I think constantly and have many various thoughts, but feeling wise. When I am alone, there is nothing but static. In the past there was so much anger, so much pain, but as of late there's nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I like being angry, it fuels my training and pushes me past my limit in the gym. Without it, it's just work.