I feel like I have the body of an old man and I think I know the contraption to blame.
I was doing it the opposite way of the guy in the picture. I was face up and doing crunches like that. The exercise above strengthens the back muscles. But anyways. I was doing it in my desperate attempt to get abs to go with my new pecs (Glee) But I think I overdid it. It's either that or the 6 hours of nonstop massage I did on Saturday finally catching up to me. Seriously my hands are numb for a little bit but it's my legs and back that feel the worse after a massage marathon day.
The Massage Therapist has nobody to do Massage on him. Blaaaaah. I have to wait for mid-April before the other ones start arriving. For now I guess I'll have to settle for Pedicures from the hot estheticians. Woe is me. ... But seriously my back is fucking murdering me with pain right now.
It's a scary feeling not FEELING your own hands. I can see them moving, I can feel the movement in the muscles but I have no sensation in them at the moment. This always seem to happen right after a day where I do 6 hours of massage without a break... I call those my Marathon days. The worst part was the final lady of the day wanted the hardest pressure I could do any my hands were already 75% dead. Aaaaand now I have to go paint a room in the neighboring apartment.
I am petty sure Rayne is based off of me. Seriously.
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Mar 12/08 recurring Themes: NACKAWIC,GIRLS I KNOW,LONG WALKS,
My friend Travis, who just graduated from Film school in Vancouver was in my home town to do some interviewing for a documentary and I offered to help him with the interviews. We took a shortcut through my back yard to get to a different street but it was in the middle of a blizzard so the movement was hampered. Eventually we got to the street and ran across it trying to jump over the snow bank but got stuck. After finally freeing ourselves we continued down the plowed sidewalk to the house on the corner of my hard. Knocking on the door it was [crikketcandy] who answered.- She was in a bathrobe with a night cap on yawning like I had just woken her up though it was the middle fo the day. She asked if we could come back in the spring and then her dad came to the door and said they were hibernating for the winter.
Another dream I had was I had woken up at a friend fo my family's house about an hours worth of walking from my parents house. I started walking, avoiding cars that looked like they were going to pick me up to drive me like some sort of hitch hiker. Then a car does pull over and I realize it was a girl I had gone to school with who was much prettier in the dream than she is in real life. But she greeted me and said I looked like I was going to die of heat stroke so she took me back to her place, gave me some water then we talked about some stuff like school and who was where, then she gave me a cold wet towel to wrap around my head. Apparently the walk home was going to be a hot one and take longer than an hour. Then she offered me a Freezie and I took it but it had no flavor and I woke up.
**Both of these dreams dealt with cold because the temperature in my bedroom was down to 50F last night but I was snug under my 5 huge quilts so the only time I felt the cold was when I rolled over onto an exposed patch of sheet that had been out from under the blankets, or onto a part of exposed pillow. I was nice and toasty when I was safe under the blankets though
I found this hilarious stuff online.
I'm trying to write a story, but one thing I have never been able to grasp is when to use : or ; or , so I tend to use , a lot but I know I'm not supposed to use ", and". I always find every sentence has some ,s in is but I feel I should occasionally be using ; .... Damn you english class... all I learned from you was that Malvolio was a pussy.
So I spent an hour and a half in the gym, managed to drink a half gallon of water while there, and managed to lose 1 Kilogram. How does that work?
Here is why I am scared if I ever had to call the police in an Emergancy:
Step 1: Dial Police
Step 2: Listen to it ring 5 times
Step 3: hear a slow speaking recording saying "Thank you for calling the District 1 Police Station. If it is an Emergancy, please hang up and dial 9-1-1
Step 4: Hang up and dial 9-1-1
Step 5: Hear another recorded message saying "Thank you for calling 911, for service in English press 1
Step 6: Press 1 for the love of GAWD!
Step 7: Explain the situation to the operator
Step 8: Give them your name
Step 9: Give them your address
Step 10: Give them your phone number
Step 11: Get told they will call the police, the ones that you tried to call back in Step 1:
Step 12: Listen to the operator tell the police officer the situation
Step 13: Listen to the operator tell the police officer your name
Step 14: Listen to the operator tell the police officer your address
Step 15: Listen to the operator tell the police officer your phone number
Step 16: Get transfered through to police officer
Step 17: Explain the situation yet again.
Step 18: Get asked how many people are involved
Step 19: Get told that he is sending an officer over
Step 20: Get told to have a good night and end the call
So some guy (We'l call him dumbass#1) came over to get revenge on another guy (Dumbass#2) for grabbing some girl at a party. There were a bunch of microthugs and prostitots outside the apartment waiting for dumbass#2 to come by with his friends, Dumbass#2s car pulls up, a girl jumps out and starts begging with this muscleheaded dumbass#1 not to start a fight, then the #1 starts kicking the car and #2 drives away almost hitting a bunch of the crowd. the morons hang around, #1 pulls out a phone and calls the girl who had been grabbed and all the prostitots start screaming that she's a slut and a whore, then the girls go inside and the microthugs hang out with #1 for half an hour talking about past fights and how tough they are. A truck pulls up, more dumbasses get out, then some dumbasses leave in the truck, some go inside, then leave, eventually leaving just #1 as the only male remaining. Apparently he texted #2 and said he promised not to fight him, and #2 finally returned, came inside and I heard yelling then #2 came out, went to his purple car, pulled out a crowbar and walked over to #1s car, where #1 and some girls had gotten into it to drive away. #1 comes over with the crowbar and smashes the back window where a girl is sitting and I hear her screaming, them he starts smashing the front window and windshield, get in his car with some friends and drive away. At this point I'm calling the cops who show up shortly after. One of the girls involved is my neighbor (who I got evicted... hehe dumb children) and it was in that apartment where the inside stuff happened and these people are always hanging out anyways. The cop took their report and they were all to willing to name names after being assaulted. To avoid having to give a report, I just hung my head out the window and said to the cop "What they said is better than I could explain it!" He nodded and drove off. So much excitement at 1:30am.
In Conclusion: I can finally check "Calling 911 for a Legitimate Reason." off my list of things to do before I die.
This is the first job I think I've ever had where I complain about getting 4 days off and going Yay when I get to work again. But the weather is so nasty that my clients have rebooked for another time. My next paycheck is going to be a tiny one. Boooo.
Final Fantasy Tactics...And how it annoys the piss outta me
Alright, time for another video game rant. This time the classic Final Fantasy Tactics. My biggest grievance so far, and I'm only level 5, is that All the enemies counter attack. All The TIME. If I mis, they counter, if I hit them for 15 damage, they counter for 20, and since they level up with me, they get stronger every time too. And the piddly JP I'm getting, even with the increased JP ability I added on, it's still taking forever to level up my jobs.
And my other problem is whenever it goes to story telling mode, the text draaags out. It took 30 seconds for it to type out eventually, E.........v...
Finally, the enemy can roam freely. I mean... I had the guy surrounded on all but one side, and he walked around all my warriors and half way across the screen to kill my healer. Maybe I'm spoiled by D&D but if you have 3 guys surrounding the enemy, you think an Attack of Opportunity wouldn't be to far fetched. Gah.
So it's been done. Starting at 4:30, I saw 5 drunk people stumbling around the driveway of the apartment, one girl couldn't even stand up. Then, from 4:30 to 8:30 there was nothing but wall shaking rap playing, people screaming at each other which sounded like they hated each other. Seriously, when you're hanging with friends and you ask where the beer is, do your friends say "It's in the fucking fridge you Fucking Bitch!" The smell of weed and booze was crawling through the walls and under the doors, pounding on the walls, Fuck fuckity fuck fuck yelling. Hearing them talking about kicking peoples asses didn't really inspire me to go over and ask them politely to keep it down, considering only yesterday the land lord had given them a final warning about the noise, So I called up the land lord, who is an old gym teacher who just had back surgery. As soon as his truck pulled up the music stopped and then whole party I heard running up the stairs to hide in the apartments second floor. The LL came in and talked to me, commenting on the horrid smell in the halls, asking all that I had heard. Since I know the people upstairs can hear what I was saying, I kept my voice low. I'll give him the full details on Monday, but they're gone.
What sold me on this apartment was definitely not the price, lemme tell you. It was the space and the promise of quiet neighbors. If I wanted a place where it was nonstop loud all day and night, I wouldn't have left the dorms, and I have enough experience from the past 6 years to know that loud annoying don't get tired of being annoying, and a request for quiet generally lasts as long as it takes you to get back to your room.
I don't mind the hum of people talking that will inevitably come through the wall, but when the music is shaking the house and people are yelling so loudly they might as well be standing right next to me, That's just pointless and rude.
**UPDATE
After an hour, the party has started up again... But why the HELL is Justin Timberlake making my walls shake?!
And Lifehouse? Wow... these guys are hardcore thuggin'
So I'm listening to the people in the apartment next to me. And here are some of the quotes I'm hearing from the 4 o 5 people in there:
"Where The Fuck is the Fuckin' Weed?!"
"It's In The Fuckin Cupboard you Fuck!"
"fuck you you Fucking Fuckhole!"
"You Fucking Asked Where The Fucking Wee Was!
"I'm fucking going to get Fucking Stoned!"
"Where's The Fuckin Cat? I fucking wanna blow smoke in it's fuckin face!"
"Fuck man leave the fuckin' cat alone!"
"I fuckin' Don't give a fuck about your fuckin cat!"
"Fuck guys I'm Fuckin Drunk and it's only 4 Fuckin 30! And I'm Fuckin Stoned!"
"Get The Fuck out of the fuckin bathroom! I Gitta Fuckin Piss!"
"Fuck You I'm Taking a Fuckin' Shit!"
... And now 50cent is making the pipes in the whole complex vibrate...
You know, as great a thing as laughter is, there are so many variations some are bound to be bad. Like Beavis and Butthead. I know a guy who's laughter sounds like Woody Woodpecker, and then there's the Goofy laughter. The one I can't stand the must is the one monotone Huhuhu ~pause~ Huhuhu ~Pause Huhuhu laughter. It just... brings to mind the image of someone who's brain is running only for function, not for purpose. I don't know why. Now, there are great laughs. Adorable giggles for instance. Little girls giggling, or a baby chuckling, or even guys who's laughter has some tone to it doesn't bother me, but the ones I listed above just send bad chills through my bones.
Or maybe like so many other things that annoy me, it's because it's a noise. I'm no music addict, I can handle subtitles. I think I could live a happy deaf life much more than I could a blind one.
I don't know how often I can say this. I love my job, and the perks keep piling up. Seriously the only complaints I have about being here are nothing to do with my job, and more to do with the people that have nothing to do with my job. My newest excitement is the realization that because of my gym membership, I can go whenever I want, it's right around the corner and use the equipment and watch movies while doing it, but there is the whirlpool hot tub that I have unlimited access to. Today after 3 hours in the gym (I'll be regretting that tomorrow), I got to soak for half an hour in the bubbly jets and just let them pound on my sore muscles that come from work. Then I just laid back and kinda got swept around in the current.
People who know me in person know I have an extremely low tolerance for noise, and when I dunked my head under the water and all I could hear were the jets of water it was paradise. I think I will prescribe myself a soak every day after work for the rest of my life.
Now that I'm out of my "Love is Over" stage, I'm now in a "Screw Romance" Mood. I am sick of dedicating myself to one person to get kicked to the curb over and over. There are so many different kinds of love. There's Romantic Love, Flirtatious Love, Friendship Love, Comfortable Love, Old Love, New Love, Red Love, Blue Love. I have a lot of friends who I love and wish nothing but the best for, who I am comfortable with and comfortable being myself around, People who I love protectively and would do anything for.
Now, in the past, I've fucked up. Multiple times I fucked up by sleeping or fooling around with people I cared nothing for, didn't have any love on any level for, and I regretted doing it afterwards. To this day I still regret it and kick myself whenever I remember things even if they happened 4 or 5 years ago.
Since I've vowed to stay single until after my road trip, I've become curious about how I would react emotionally after possibly making the sexing with somebody who I have known a long time, trust and care about on a comfortable Friendship Love, without any desire for wedding bells in the future. I don't imagine I would feel the "Used and Abused" sensation considering I trust my friends, and I've always said "Sex without Love just doesn't feel right", but there is love there on some level.
Maybe I'm just thinking through my balls because I don't want to get laid by any of the nastiness around here. I live so close to the ocean I can't tell where that fish smell is really coming from if you get my drift.
Anyways, this has been Strats Rammblings for the day, I'ma go figure out what the hell Red Love and Blue Love are. It just sounded funny in my head.
**This does not mean I'm going to go whoring around to any friend who will have me. I'm just curious about what level of love is actually required for me not to feel like I did something wrong. No intentions of actively seeking an answer.**
So just as I'm feeling fine and dandy again, no more drama, I go and have one of those relationship nightmares that makes me unable to go back to sleep after 3 hours. Blaaaaaaaah
Anyways, Screw this. I've resolved that since I am planning a coast length road trip to meet a bunch of girls I know from the internet, the best thing to do is to say single than have a relationship and then try to explain to the girl why I plan on spending a month with a bunch of different girls, all attractive enough to inspire jealousy in whatever girl I am tangled with at the time. So I'm going to stay single. The people on my list I've known far longer than anyone I'm going to meet in this town.
The dreams still disturb me, but I'm not going to whine and pine anymore. I've much better things to do in the meantime.
Also, I secured a 3 bedroom apartment downtown, everything included except heat and furnishing, for 550$ a month. That split between 3 people would be living easy street! Anyone wanna move to NB to be my quiet roomie? I'll pay part of your rent if you're a hot female willing to walk around topless!
So Kathryn tells me today women don't want boys, they want men... and I take this as some sort of jab at me being childish... Starting next week I'm going to be dealing with a young girl from a broken home who's father has very very high expectations of me since the girl is also a drug addict and a bunch of other issues stemming from her parents divorce... He requested me because word of mouth around this town has me as the best massage therapist that's ever lived in St. Andrews from my regular clients comments.
Also, I have a travel writer coming in. Travel Writers are people who get paid by magazine companies to go to different resorts and live in the lap of luxury and write a critique on his visit, and as I'm sure everyone can understand, a good critique is a very important thing to a summer resort so I need to be more professional than I already am to get a good one. The first 2 I've done were great reviews, but everyone is different.
There is a lot more to massage than bringing a person in and rubbing their backs. I'm no kid. I work hard every day to be thought of as older than I really am. It's a nasty stab to be told something like that...
Hello My Freind
I excuse myself if I have to violate your intimacy. That must appear strange to you but I do not have an other choice to request your assistance because I am convinced that you are worthy of confidence for a partnership.
I present myself, Mrs.Wadja Jeanne Louise of Philippines.i stays the mistress of our former president, Joseph Estrada, and during his function with the head of the government, I was often to employed like a diplomat by depositing his goods in Europe and Africa because of my sincerity and my bonafide, but his wife legitimates Madam law and his/her son shows me to have marital relation with the president, this led to the manufacture of all kinds
of allogation against me just to discredit my honesty. We were stopped, his wife, her son, and me on July 27, 2003, following the coup d'etat to fail because I was employed with the presidency of the expresident Joseph Estrada. Freedom later was granted to me.
because there was no substantial obviousness against me, i was to release and I currently live in residence to supervise thus giving the limiting opportunity to me to reach the outside world to prove my innocence. All that I ask you now is to help itself has to make complaints of some funds which I have deposited in one limps mettallic auprés of company of safety in ivory dimension more precisely has Abidjan.
but the same company it is unaware of the exact capacity of the case because it was to record like the goods family. Will know that the other goods belonging to me were confiscated to me by the government of Mrs Gloria the new president of the republic of Philippines, this case was not confiscated to me because it is in Africa and in more I have my possession the certificate of deposit and the draft-agreemen
are in safety. The sum that I maintained in limps is 10 million dollars American, as it was the money which was censer to be to employ by the president to acquire real goods in Africa.
My principal goal to send this mail to you is because of the manner that I have to find you is worthy of confidence to give you this priority to receive the money case has any address which you think of being well in seccurity in your country in order to keep this sum in your account for the goal of the future investment with your percentage of which we will discuss soon.
I will send the various documents of the deposit to you to allow you to turn over in connection with the company of safety in my next email.
I say to you thank you and I await your answer impatiently because time for
me is very important.
Wadja Jeanne Louise