lol owned

I was at the gym today. It was chest and biceps day. I went to the bench to press.

Now usually I'm almost never judgmental when it comes to the gym; people that do not lift as much and stuff, well everyone has to start somewhere. I was once that person starting with nothing at all on the bar, and am appreciative of the fact that I go to a pretty friendly gym, unlike stories of cockier gyms out there.

But this time, these two teens caught my eye. They were rather scrawny, probably Woodlands students working out on their lunch period. They were on the bench beside me, and had tens on each side of the bar. As I was lifting, out of my peripheral I noticed that the guy was going up and down seriously fast. Trying not to be distracted, I finished my set and sat back up, at the same time sort of looking to see what they were up to next.

They took the tens off and immediately loaded up the 45s. I sort of saw where this was going, but didn't really think it would go there because I've never seen it happen before. Wanting to go onto my next set yet thinking I shouldn't in case of the rather strong distraction that it would be, I waited for them to start their set, see what happens.

The guy, same guy who mowed through the ten-pounds rapidly, went back on the bench. His friend was just standing there from afar, not even in a ready position. The guy then lifted the bar. It sunk right down to his chest like an anchor at sea. Some other guy working the incline bench and I went to lift the bar off. The two teens i never saw again that day.

Good thing I had Ray when I started =D

Ego boost #5

In my jazz percussion course, my instructor Dave Gray started throwing different styles at me, such as salsa and bossa nova rhythms. Just like jazz drumming, the focus of the ostinatos are shifted to patterns made by the bass drum, hi-hats, and ride, while the snare forms the feel. I had a week to try to get the bossa nova down, but it was rather difficult, but i know from experience that practice makes perfect so I practiced, sitting there in front of the tv, drumming like a drone while watching my shows every night, and waiving off the discouragements every time I stumble. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to somehow have me nail it perfectly once I sat down on the throne in class.

Mr. Gray said to me, "you're the only one of my students that got it down so fast. You're coming along quickly."

Ego boost.

People suck, but love them anyway.

There are quite a few idiots out there that aren't at all worth a damn, but that's the thing, because I've noticed them and acknowledged them right now at this very moment in time, they are making worth of that damn.

Damn.

I was thinking of really starting the new year in love and humility for humanity and really be a shining beacon and light of the world and salt and pepper and all that jazz, but in not even a month into it, I've seen ricockulous amounts of jackassness in people that makes it extremely difficult to carry out my new years revolution. Even the little things, the really little things, like for example the other day in a parking lot just seeing someone leave her shopping cart right in the middle of a freaking parking spot instead of returning it to the shopping cart garage which was right across from her, made me want to confront her in an utmost violent way.

Sinning against others or sinning against nature is one thing, but sinning against me makes it personal and even more difficult to have to turn that other cheek. Today I was sipping my morning coffee in my car waiting for the GO bus to come. It was a cold day so the heat of the coffee steamed up my windows, but I could still see outside a little bit. Then a RAV4 pulls up beside me. It was rather dirty and old just like the woman inside. She opens her door, slamming it hard against my car. Believe me, it was pretty loud, even for a drummer like me. She ignores it and walks away. At that point I was turning my cheek, convincing myself that it was an honest mistake. Three minutes later she comes back holding a Starbucks coffee. She opens her car door, this time hitting my car with twice as much force; I would know because I'm a musician and thus can tell dynamics. I am literally gawking at her like a hawk. She doesn't even look twice to make sure anything was alright. She leaves and at that point I'm sitting there shocked at the assholery of this bitch. Of course, a more violent and satisfying scenario was running through my head.

Trying to understand what Jesus would do in those situations too is especially hard, considering how ridiculous some of these situations are. Looks like wearing love on my sleeve isn't going to happen, at least anytime soon for that matter.