Dude, just Gopher it!
Where the fuck does this aggression come from? Seriously. As of late, I've just felt so...what's the word...not angry...I guess aggressive. Not aggressive like I'm going to fight someone or beat a girl...that's the Mike Tyson kind. Mine is different. It's not anger. Just something else. Not sure what. It's just this raw, awesome energy. This power, building up inside of me. I'm not mad at anyone, I'm not frusturated by anything...except work...but that's a joke in itself and nothing worth getting worked up over. In fact, everything has been going well for me. But it's like a constant flow of adrenaline in me. It's insane, but it feels so good. Maybe it was the fact that I've been sick for the last 3 weeks and I finally feel better now. Maybe it's the fact that I average 8 hours of sleep a night like a normal human being. The only real way I've found to release it is in the gym. And no, I'm not taking steroids, or supplements or anything. Just a daily vitamin, but I've been taking that for years now, so it can't be that. I don't know what it is.
But in the gym, wow. I'm like a fucking demon now. I'm still not a powerhouse who can bench 200+ pounds. My max on bench is only 145. But i'm just so damn focused now. And I yell, which I hate more than anything. In high school, during football workouts, and even at the UCF gym, I'd see people work out and yell like animals, and I never quite got that. It seemed stupid to me, like you were wasting more energy yelling when that energy could easily be applied to lifting. But now, I'm one of those douchebags. It's so strange to me. And it seems so savage. But that aside, in the gym, when I work out now, I'm focused. Like if I were training for wrestling season (which I've found I miss by the way). So who knows what that's about. It feels good though, being in a healthy form again. I was 220lbs. I've NEVER weighed that much before. I went from 170lbs to 220 in a year. A YEAR! That's what drinking like a fish, partying like your paris fucking hilton and eating wendy's and t. bell every night will do to you. I felt fat, and when I ran 10 feet, I was out of breath. I jumped from a medium to a large. And shirts were tight on me in all the wrong places. But now I'm healthy again and it's nice. And I don't drink much anymore, which is nice, but miserable at times. I've never really realized how fucking stupid drunk people can be. I can't stand being around them when I'm sober sometimes.
Especially if it's my roommate's girlfriend's fat roommate who pukes all over her fat titties in the parking lot of a Bennigan's and then takes her shirt off to go back inside and pay her bill wearing only a bra hidden by her back fat.
CAN'T. FUCKING. STAND. IT!
Grrrosssss.
Anyway, saw 300. Freakin amazing. I want to be a spartan now. I can get down with a speedo and a cape and a sword and shield anyday.
But what's more amazing, was the Spider-Man 3 trailer before it. Holy shit. Venom. Can't wait. Everyone who reads this, which is all of no one, should check it out.
http://www.spiderman3oncomcast.com/
But in the gym, wow. I'm like a fucking demon now. I'm still not a powerhouse who can bench 200+ pounds. My max on bench is only 145. But i'm just so damn focused now. And I yell, which I hate more than anything. In high school, during football workouts, and even at the UCF gym, I'd see people work out and yell like animals, and I never quite got that. It seemed stupid to me, like you were wasting more energy yelling when that energy could easily be applied to lifting. But now, I'm one of those douchebags. It's so strange to me. And it seems so savage. But that aside, in the gym, when I work out now, I'm focused. Like if I were training for wrestling season (which I've found I miss by the way). So who knows what that's about. It feels good though, being in a healthy form again. I was 220lbs. I've NEVER weighed that much before. I went from 170lbs to 220 in a year. A YEAR! That's what drinking like a fish, partying like your paris fucking hilton and eating wendy's and t. bell every night will do to you. I felt fat, and when I ran 10 feet, I was out of breath. I jumped from a medium to a large. And shirts were tight on me in all the wrong places. But now I'm healthy again and it's nice. And I don't drink much anymore, which is nice, but miserable at times. I've never really realized how fucking stupid drunk people can be. I can't stand being around them when I'm sober sometimes.
Especially if it's my roommate's girlfriend's fat roommate who pukes all over her fat titties in the parking lot of a Bennigan's and then takes her shirt off to go back inside and pay her bill wearing only a bra hidden by her back fat.
CAN'T. FUCKING. STAND. IT!
Grrrosssss.
Anyway, saw 300. Freakin amazing. I want to be a spartan now. I can get down with a speedo and a cape and a sword and shield anyday.
But what's more amazing, was the Spider-Man 3 trailer before it. Holy shit. Venom. Can't wait. Everyone who reads this, which is all of no one, should check it out.
http://www.spiderman3oncomcast.com/