That awkward moment when you can’t tell if the girl who, if in a play would be cast as The Princess, was looking at you because she saw you catching a fat bicep pump or because she heard you cursing out Saul Harris as you caught the aforementioned bicep pump.
Either way eye contact was briefly made and WOW! Nothing happened.
Anyone know how much Percocet it would take to kill a 200lb man?
Studying for finals is slowly killing me anyways, so never mind. As it turns out paying attention in lecture all year is easier than it is to learn everything yourself after lectures end. Then again, two of my courses are taught by the same fucking loser who spends more time talking about what accomplishments he’s made in the fields of study than he does teaching them, and the TA for one of those courses is twice the piece of shit Stankrom could ever aspire to be.
There’s a girl at work who I’m pretty sure is interested in me but she’s fat and ugly, and even more importantly annoying as fuck. I could not be less attracted to her. I’m tempted to just say “I don’t know if you like me or if you’re just weird as fuck, but I’d rather not have any interaction with you regardless.”
Squat: 225 x 15
Kinda hurt, but they were definitely do-able.
Jerk: 170 x 10 x 1
My right knee felt like some one stuck a steel spike through it, so I went and rolled it out until it felt better after words.
Deadlift: 225 x 15
Surprisingly less painful than the squats.
Curl: 107.5 x 2 x 10
Got a real fat pump out of these, but I don’t really care.
Did the best MOBbing I’ve ever done. I feel loose, relaxed.
Kincain inquires why I don’t increase the weights on my Wednesdays
I do, I increase them 5lb every 6 weeks. If you increase them too often they start to actually stress your body, and then in interferes with recovery for Fridays.