Making Adjustments

I am rearranging a few things on here trying to make it look a little better. If you cannot tell, I am really bored at work. If I you don't like what I have done, please let me know, and I will change it. I am just trying out a few things. I want spruce up this place a little bit and maybe try and get more people in here.

Bitching

Ya know, I should probably quit bitching as much as I have been about my roommates. I love them really. Not in a sexual sorta way, especially considering none of them likes penis (other than Dan's girlfriend, but then she IS Dan's girlfriend). I really have no room to bitch at all. I am a lazy slob. Granted I do not leave a mess behind in the game room, and I have been known to clean the kitchen up a bit more than some of the others in the house, but you should see my room. You cannot even see the floor or my desktop. I am by far the biggest slob that I know. I just hate being the only one cleaning the kitchen, but they started helping out before the party, and I do have a tendency to leave empty beer bottles out, well not so much, I usually pitch them when I'm on my way to get another, Gary leave them out though (that is the only thing that he is sloppy about so I refuse to complain about that).

About the TV etiquette that I was bitching about last night, I was just irritated. Granted, they had no right to change the channel, but I had been home alone almost all day, and I was grumpy. I don't know why, I just was. I get quite irritated as of late, and I just felt like bitching about something.

Now back to my work out update. Today Gary and I were supposed to do an hour long stretch video to prepare us to start the P90X routine. If you've been following this before, you might be asking, "I thought you were already doing the P90x routine." The answer to that is kind of. We have been doing a combo of P90x and Bowflex. It was a routine that Gary had put together for the two of us. He would pick and choose which videos that we would do, and then we would lift weights on the Bowflex, and the time of the day was always different. Starting tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., we will be following the correct P90X routine as it was planned out.

How well has this worked out for me so far you might ask, well I have actually put on weight. I am a bit disappointed about that, but it happened. I am thinking that the weight may start to fall off soon, but currently my weight is shifting around and starting to build some muscles before the weight starts to fall off. I am currently standing taller, and my stomach doesn't seem as big as it once was, accept for today while I was doing the stretches. There were a few positions that I was in where my gut looked huge and pure fat. It was so disgusting.

So anyways, today we we're to do the stretching to help prepare us for the start of the P90X routine. Gary was so hung over from last night, that he didn't make it. Hopefully he will do it later today when he is feeling better. But he looked pretty rough this morning.

Well, I need to cut this short, or at least stop for now. It is almost time to log into the phone. I am at work at the moment. 2 minutes before the start of a shitty day. Hopefully it will be slow enough today that I can make another post or two. I may even start another blog. I don't know what about yet, but I have been thinking about making one strictly for my work out update. I don't know, but I have to log in now.

TV Etiquette

So, before, in my very last post, I mentioned how I was watching a movie on tv I got up to use the bathroom and my roommates just up and changed the channel on me? Well it happened again. We were all watching the new Dane Cook special on Comedy Central and one of the roommates just up and decides to put on the latest Family Guy episode that we have all seen like 5 times, and it has only been out for 6 days. His girlfriend bitched about it, but he said that she was just watching it. Apparently I have no opinion in what we watch.

Today

The party last night was not much of a party. It was quite chill. I would not call it a party at all. I did drink quite a bit though. Oh, and I did touch Potter's penis. His girl smiled when I did. It was actually pretty fun.

Today has not been so great. I have been having quite a blah day. Oh well. My workout with Gary was the only highlight. I have been home all day, mostly by myself, and things just are not that great for me. I miss smoking and every little thing is bothering me. When some of my roommates got home, just a few minutes ago, I was watching "Coming to America". It was making me happy, I guess. Well I get up to go to the bathroom, and one of my roommate had took my seat and another changed the fucking channel. Granted I like what they changed it to, but it was the end of "Accepted", whereas I was watching the other from the beginning.

No respect. I get no respect. I understand how Gary feels. I will be sad to see Gary leave, but if he does, I will understand. I don't see myself living here much longer if he does leave.

My buddy

An old friend from when I was in the NAVY just send me a message on myspace with this really really sad story about how he needs this record contract to save his little girl and gain custody of her because she is not take care of their daughter. The mother is on drugs like cocaine and zanax, she has recienty been arrasted for prostitution. Here is his song that he is trying to get published.

Weekend

At last. It's the weekend. Well my weekend at least. Did some cardio with Gary this morning. It was kinda fun, there was some things on that video that seemed a bit too easy, and some things that I couldn't do at all. But for the most part, a really great work out. I felt like running afterwards, kinda. I was a bit tired, and not hungover this time. But the shoes I wear are not for running. They are skate shoes. Good for running a few steps at a time as you're jumping onto a board, but thats about it. They will fall off if I attempt to do some actual running in them.

Even though I have been working out, I think I'm actually getting fatter. I've been trying not to eat as much, and have been pretty successful for the most part, but I really do feel fatter. I think I look fatter as well. But then again, I am not currently wearing a shirt.

I want to start smoking again. I love smoking. I miss smoking. These are what I want >>>>>>>>>>>>> I want these are amazing. But I will go without. Who knows how much longer I can last not smoking. I don't think that it's going to be much long. At least another week. I am broke. No money for Jared even if he wanted to smoke, he can't. What a loser. Oh well.

Tonight is the night of that party that I was bitching about. Wait, I'm not sure if I mentioned it on here. My roommates decided to have a party, and I found out on twitter by someone that doesn't even live here. It kinda pissed me off. Oh well. I hope that they realize that pretty soon I am not going to be able to stay up with there friends. The last time that they had a party, they all passed out hours before anyone left. I didn't mind staying up with them. After all, for the most part, they are my friends as well. I don't have too many of my own friends out here. I just haven't been here long enough for that I guess. Oh well. They have good taste in people. It's going to be fun. It's a birthday party for two of my roommates.

Since I have started keeping this blog, I have not been writing on my book. I feel quite disappointed in myself for that. I think that I will start working on my book here in a little bit. I'm kinda tired right now. Thinking of laying down for a few. Maybe I will have some more weird dreams. Since I have been working out, I have been having really weird dreams. Maybe I'll start a blog all about them. Then again, maybe not. This one is enough all on its own.

Some dumb reason.

It's weird. I have never been one for keeping a journal or bitching a lot. I have usually kept everything pent up inside and never let no one know how I was feeling. I did keep a journal once, but that was when I went to Spain. I wrote in that thing at least once everyday. Usually it was when we were getting home from the square, fucking trashed. I got so drunk almost every night that I was there, it was crazy, mad fun. But anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I have always kept my thoughts and feelings inside and never wrote them down or let others know what was going on in my head. I suppose that is why I had been such a depressed teen, and very suicidal. No one accept for one counclier that I had in middle school ever picked up on it. And even she got fired from her job, and then there was no one to help. Oh well, I survived.

Since I have been writing this thing, I seem to be happier. I don't know why, I seem to bitch a lot on here. Maybe that is why. I be venting. Well, it's just weird for me.

Anyways, my work out with Gary this morning was pretty good. My back muscles are all sore as fuck now, but my legs are finally working properly. Gotta get up in a few hours to do some cardio. I can't wait.

My day was a good day, for the most part. Woke up with Gary and worked out, either drunk or hungover, not quite sure, but it was a hard and good workout. Had a great shower and a nice long nap before having to go to work. I had some crazy ass dreams, they were pretty amazing. Woke up to a kitchen that was being cleaned. That made me really happy. Then I was having a fantastic day at work (weird I know, 2Wire really blows) until my last call. It made me so angry. I wanted to stab the guy in the face multiple times. Over and over and over (you get the picture). At one point during the call, Dan came over, and I explained to him what I wanted to do to this guy. He responds to me by saying, "You have been so angry lately and I don't know how to take it." Then he promptly left the building. I usually am a really easy going guy. I am a pacifist, usually. But for some dumb reason, I have been really, really angry lately.

Oh yeah, I quit smoking.

Finally

Lastnight, at the end of my shift, for some stupid reason that I don't even know, I got really depressed. So when I got home I got drunk. I got even more pissed when I got home and saw that no one had done the dishes yet either. You know, I've been quite anxious about that for some stupid reason lately. Anyways, I got retarded drunk. I believe that I even took a drag or two off of a smoke. Fucking dumb. Oh well, I'm not going to count that. I was drunk and it wasn't a full smoke. I wound up going to bed really late, about 3 o'clock or so.

This morning I was up at 8, with Gary to workout. Today we lifted weights. Finally I am no longer sore, at least in my legs. Over the past few days, my legs have been really wobbly. Instead, my back and my arms are all sore. That is to be expected though. We worked out for about an hour and a half, switching between lifing and working out the abs with that P90X guy. I swear, that guy is out to kill me. The entire time I was working out, I was either still drunk or really hungover. I'm not really sure which. All I know is that I felt horrible.

As soon as we were done, I jumped into the shower. That felt so good. I got one of those massage shower heads, I put that on and gave myself a back massage with it. It was sooooo good. Then I got out and passed the fuck out until it was time to come to work

When I awoke this afternoon, Erin was doing the dishes. FINALLY!! Too bad it was her, she is the only other of the roommates that I have ever seen do the dishes. But they got done. That kinda made my day.

I am going to cut this short because I actually have to log into work. Suck. Another fun filled day of getting idiots connected to the interwebs.

The AC man

Our AC went out a few days ago. It hasn't bothered be because well, I enjoy the heat and all of my roommates enjoy the house so could that I have to wear a hoody inside. That isn't so pleasant being here in Arizona because well, too much drastic changing from hot to cold and then cold to hot can put too much strain on the body and cause a person to become sick. But anyways, we have known for a couple of days that the AC man was coming today to install the new AC unit. Yesterday, two of my roomies were here all day, and another left work after only a couple of hours. Ya would think that one of them might decided to clean up the kitchen a little so that he doesn't think that we are all total slobs? Apparently not.

Also apparently last night we had a bunch of guests over. The place was a wreck. I am glad that I was at work. I would have been totally embarrassed. I am embarrassed enough right now, and I have not even seen the AC guy yet. Just been hiding in my room. I snuck out to use the bathroom and to get something to drink. Hahaha. But the guy is probably going to be here all day. There is not going to be any avoiding him.

I am thinking of just breaking down and doing the dishes. Just saying fuck it, and do them, and just treating everyone like shit. They are already expecting me to be treating them like shit anyways because of the whole non-smoking thing anyways. I'm just tired as shit of cleaning up after them. Not all of them mind you, just one or two of them. I mean, I am a total slob. Seriously I am, but I keep my slobbiness to myself. It's in my bedroom. When it comes to the rest of the house, like the kitchen or the game room, places where our friends and guests come over, those places need to be clean. As for as our bathroom, that place is always clean. I'm sorry, but I can't shit in a dirty bathroom. I make sure that place is clean. I don't mind scrubbing my own toilet. Won't do it for job, not again, not ever again, hopefully, but I will make sure my own bathroom is clean.

Today, if Gary doesn't have another job (he had to be at a lady's house by 8 this morning, but nothing else planned afterwords), we are going to do Kempo. That's one of the P90X videos. It's like some sort of martial arts that involves a bunch of kicking, I think. I will let you know how it turns out.

Damnit

This morning was to be the second day of my work out sessions with Gary. We were to lift weights today, or something. Well for some stupid reason, I just woke up at like 430 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. So I got online and messed around a bit. In the midst of messing around on the net, I passed out. My alarm went off and I turned it off without knowing that I did. When I finally awoke again, it was after 9am, and Gary is gone now. Oops. I guess that means that I have to do the video on my own. I suppose that I can do that. After all, I am not a baby. I don't need Gary to hold my hand every step of the way. I just don't know which video I am supposed to do.

There, I just sent Gary a txt. Hopefully he will respond and let me know which video. I'm sure he will. Well, I guess Gary didn't even work out today, will this morning at least. He had to hurry out the door, had to start work early this morning. but I did find out what I need to do this morning.

Also, he found out about this bar that is right around the corner from us where we will be able to find all kinds of honeys. I guess he went there last night with one of his friends that he has known since he has moved the the states, about 13 or 14 years or some shit like that, and there were all kinds of fine women there. He was too high to be able to approach any, or even talk to the ones that were approaching him. That's what you get Gary for continuing to smoke when we decided to quit smoking together. Karma is a bitch ain't she? Oh well, he says that he is definitely going to quit smoking today, but I am sure there is more behind it than the whole not being able to talk to girls. The other roomies probably screwed him over again. They have done it more than once, that is why he wanted to quit in the first place. I suppose I will find out why later.

Anyways, I suppose I should go work out now. then I think I will do my laundry. Actually I will start my laundry first. It is starting to get late in the day and I do have to work. I also have to leave for work early, because the other , the ones that I work with, don't have a car. Oh speaking of which, damnit. Grrr. Fucking Dan. I do not blame Erin for me having to give her a ride seeing how her truck was hit by a drunk driver a couple of weeks ago while Dan was driving. that sucks, yes. But Dan has a car. It is not plated or insured and it needs a new battery. Well his mother is supposed to be getting him insurance. So that means that he just has to get a new batter and to get it plated. That alone will cost a couple of hundred of bucks. Well, instead of getting that done this week, and we only get paid every two weeks, Dan decides to buy a fucking laptop. Fuck you Dan. Why arn't you getting your fucking car fixed so that you can give yourself and Erin a ride to work and also your girlfriend. I don't usually mind, but he rarely gives me gas money, even when he says that he is going to.

Dan, get your car fixed. Please. And maybe, do the dishes. I have yet to see you wash a dish, accept to eat a bowl of cereal. Oh and also, the dishes still need to be washed.

Chillin

So I have made my first couple of posts today. It has been quite fun. Work today sucked balls because I was supposed to get paid double-time and a half for being there all day long, but we weren't getting any calls. The managers decided to take calls for the other line of business that we have there, but unfortunately my tools will not allow me to log in. So I had either the option to go home with no penalties or I could take calls with tools that don't work and not be able to take the calls properly. Besides, I do not want to work on the other side, that's why I am on the side that I work at. So I went home. I still got paid for 8 hours of work that I did not even do. So it's all good. I guess.

But now, I am home. Well to be honest, I have been off for a few hours, but I just got back with my other roommates. The house is freezing, but only in one room. I hate it. It is warmer than fuck in my bedroom, I am okay with that, at least I will not have to wear a hoody in there. But the room that we all hang out in, the game room, where the pool table is, where the tv is, is so fucking cold. The "swamp cooler" (thats what it's called) is right above the fucking couches, and is running almost constantly. It shuts off for a few seconds, and then turns back on.

Now on top of everything, they are watching the gayest show. Well I guess it's not really gay, but it's fucking retarded. The Bachelorette. And damn, they have to fucking blare the fucking tv. I am the old one. I should be the one with hearing loss. I will have hearing loss after living in this house. Thank god that damn show is over now. Just ended. Now its that new newlyweds show. It might actually be funny. But damn, does the tv have to be so fucking loud?

Sorry, I started this blog so that I would have a place to rant. Basically bitch about things that are pissing me off. Mainly because I need someplace to vent. Like I have stated earlier, I have reciently quit smoking. and hell, its fucking stressful. If I don't vent, I will more than likely go off on someone about some dumb bullshit. So all my ranting about dumb bullshit will go in here.

Also, the other reason for this blog is for me to keep track of my how well I am keeping up with Gary with his P90X. One day down, too many to go. My ass was totally kicked today. It fucking sucked. Then I weighed myself, and realized that I really need to do this. As you can tell, I have already posted pics of how out of shape I am. Hopefully in a relatively short period of time, some results will be noticeable. I am so fucking sore.

Starting in June, I will be starting school. It will be very fun and I hope that I will be able to keep up with all the work. Working full-time and school full-time, I have my work cut out for me. So I will have a very full day. Working out every morning, followed school 3 days a week, and then a full 8 hours of work, (if you consider talking to morons work), and getting up the next day and doing the same. I will not have a weekend. Which sucks. On my days off of work, I have school.

Also, I have started my book. Yes I am writing a book. Well at this point, it is just a very shitty beginning of a story. Nina says that it is good. She is the only person that has read it so far. Hopefully I will be able to work on it and still be able to keep up with the rest of my day. I don't expect this book to be done for a very, very long time. I am also hoping that writing this will help me with my writing skills. It may, then again, I may just get distracted. We will see what happens.

Finally, just an update. If you have already read my first post, (considering that I have no followers yet, I don't believe that anyone has read it yet), I have not done the dishes yet. They are still piling up, and almost every dish in the house is dirty. I am going t o wait until someone else does this. Also, I did kinda give in a bit and kinda picked up the game room, at least picked up beer bottles, some of which might have been mine, and the one Mountain Dew can. None of the rest of this filth is mine. It was a bit embarrassing earlier today because the owner of the house came over and was giving me weird looks which made me think that he was judging me for not cleaning the house when it defiantly needed it. I am sticking to my guns about this though. I will keep you informed about this.

P90-Fuck me

So, Gary, my roommate has finally gotten me to work out with him. OMFG!! That P90X is a bunch of shit. I got my ass handed to me on a platter. I finished it, thought that I was going to puke, but I finished it. Apparently this was the hardest workout in the program. Why he chose this one for me to start on, I have no idea. I am a fat and lazy slob. Seriously. I mean, I could be worse, but that is how I see myself.

Today I weighed myself. I am the fattest that I have ever been. I am at a whopping 196lbs! I know I know, that ain't so bad. Well it is for me. Granted, I have never had a body that anyone coveted. I have always had a beer gut. My mother has pics of me when I was 4 or 5 wearing only a pair of jean cutoffs, and I even had a beer gut then. Now it's just bigger and hairier. Plus I have a set of tits to match it. Well I am painting a really nasty pic. But that is how I see myself. I suppose that is why I agreed to do this P90X stuff in the first place.

I took a couple of pics right after I was done, when I was getting ready to jump into the shower. If I can figure out how to put them on this post, I will post them for you.

Okay, so that wasn't so hard. Just had to email them to myself and press a button. God I am so disgusting without clothes and a hat on. But that is going to change. Hopefully.

Oh, btw, I am going on week two of no smoking. I hope I don't start that one back up. Don't get me wrong. I love smoking. I miss smoking. I'm not even really sure why I really quit. Everyone knows that it wouldn't be for health reasons because I don't really have anything to live for. accept for maybe to finish my book, which I have just started writing.

Well anyways, I have to go. I have to eat now, after that work out, I am famished.

My First

So, this is my first blogging post. Not quite sure what to put here so I'm just going to rant for a bit.

Right now, its awful early, I was supposed to get up early and start working out with one of my roommates, but he hasn't gotten up yet, which I'm kind of glad about because I am a lazy bastard. I just recently just quit smoking at the encouragement of that same roommate. He said that if I quit smoking cigarettes, that he would quit smoking pot. Well it's been over a week since I've had a smoke, and he didn't last a day without weed. He kept forgetting that he promised me that he would quit smoking the stuff. Not that I have anything wrong with it. I don't, in fact, I believe that it should be legal. I just don't like the stuff. I smoked it for many years, but just decided one day to quit. I become someone that I don't like when I smoke it.

But anyways, I am supposed to start working out this morning. I am not looking forward to it. I am a lazy bastard. I just want to look good naked, I just don't have the will power to do the work. That, and I love food. Ya know, the kind that is really unhealthy for you. Like the candy bars (Reese Fastbreaks are my favorite) and the McDonald's and the In'N'Out Burger with everything animal style. That place is so amazing. But if I am going to work out, what is the point of eating extremely unhelathy? It would be like working without a purpose. If I do start working out, I will need to kick my horrible eating habbits. I know, but I love food soo much. Speaking of which, I think I am going to make myself some breakfest. Cereal and toast. That sounds good.

GODDAMMIT!!! There are six fucking people that live in this house, and for some fucking reason I am the only person that washes the fucking dishes. Well fuck that shit. I refuse to wash them again, at least until someone else does them. If that means I don't have cereal this morning, fine. If it means I don't drink from a clean glass, fine. I don't fucking care. I am tired of living with slobs that don't clean after themselves. Granted, my room is a fucking mess, but that is my area. I don't have to impress anyone. but we have loads of friends that stop by from time to time. I am tired of being the only one to keep the common areas clean. Sure, I will keep my shit up in the game room, but I am refusing to clean after anyone else. For a time at least, and as far as the dishes are concerned, I will not do them again for awhile. Like I have said, I am the only one that does them. Well, Erin has done them in the past, but not in the last month or so.

Well, not all of my roommates are slobs. Gary is a very clean guy. He has gotten tired of cleaning up after the dirty ones too.

So I guess I will just be hungry for the time being. I shouldn't eat breakfast anyways. I will just be hungry all day long if I do.

Oh no, I think Gary is up. If that means what I think it means, I am probably going to have work out now. So have a good day everyone and I will let you know how the workout goes.