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.

Facing Reality

I'm rather wishy-washy when it comes to a lot of things. I like extreme sports, or rather, watching them. Sometimes I'd think that I'd like to participate in one some day, and for the thrill of it, have the opportunity to do it again.

I almost went skydiving once because of the mere thought of it.

I had a dream last night that I was fighting over in the war of arabic countries. That war-themed dream was probably derived from me playing too much Call of Duty 4. We were in a plane and we had to parachute down into the war zone. Somehow, Eugene was my commanding officer and was telling me to jump, but I was too afraid to jump. I actually had butterflies in my stomach during the dream. He then called me a 'fucking pussy' and grabbed me by my backpack and threw me out. The rush was quite surreal, and I swear if in the air I lost control of my bladder system, my bed would've been wet. Good thing I didn't have to go. I landed in a friendly zone and I cowered in the corner, peaking out every now and then to try to pick off some unaware enemy soldier. I remember the aim on my gun really sucked. Then before I knew it, the war was over and the scoreboard appeared in front of me, with my name on the very bottom with no kills.

I woke up and couldn't stop thinking of the fact that I was too pussy even in a dream to jump out of a plane into a warzone. Well, that does take guts to do.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

This morning (or actually, noontime..) I woke up and saw white. My blinds were open from the night before and the bright daylight with the reflections of snow shone inside. The snow was thick. I've never seen this kind of snow, at least not at the beginning of December anyways. I think we've gone without a white Christmas for three years now.

I left my house for work, attempting to drive through the heavy layer of snow on our streets. I saw a man walking his dog. That dog was one of those small dogs. It was walking on top of the snow. I was surprised it didn't sink down beneath, but it was trying pretty hard not to step wrong. I looked at astonishment at this dog's persistence, and the owner caught me, and smiled with me with a grin and greeted me. I waved back to him and continued on.

Down the street I saw two little kids finishing up a snowman, and their parents shoveling the snow while looking on with a smile. I caught their eye and I waved to them. They waved back.

This is what life is supposed to be like.

...GG continues

Two more hours later, and the tow guy finally comes.

What's funny is, the other tow company we called five hours ago has not even dispatched anyone yet.

GG for them.

But it did take our tow guy an hour to get from the offramp of QEW at Mississauga Road to my house... which is two minutes away in normal weather. What???

One of the biggest GGs so far.

Trevor locked his keys in his car. They're still in the ignition. The engine's still idling. The headlights are on.

It's been almost three hours and I suppose the tow guy's almost here.