Levi, you left your backpack in the trunk of my car.
And it's stupid - now with my cut-down brown hair and hoodie, my sister says I look even MORE like Eminem.
James and I left our houses at about 7:00 yesterday morning, and we didn't return until midnight. That's how fun the day was.
Aside from taking it easy in classes, having a rousing DDR Club, and watching some episodes of "The Awful Truth" with Michael Moore in Economics, the school day was all right. Steve has finally come back from a 2-freaking-month sabbatical from school, programming what I like to call Project X. I think it'll only be sold in Europe, and supposedly a check's in the mail for $1500 plus royalties. Anyway, his grades have probably been shot to hell (that's okay, he'll go to a local community college and then transfer to Harvard, heh heh), but that hasn't changed him a bit - he is definitely the one to have enough initiative to round everyone up to go see Jackass.
And that is precisely what we did, after snacking on some giant tubs of yogurt and finding out that DDR will be coming to Northgate Mall, the main mall of San Rafael. It started an hour later than we had expected, though, so I had to tell my mom that I'd be home a bit late for (Shabbat) dinner.
I thought that the movie had no taste and I agree with every reviewer that gave it zero stars, saying that it's an abomination of national cinema and that the people who enjoy seeing it deserve to, because a mixture of immaturity and testosterone is exactly what Jackass is targeting.
In other words, I LOVED it. Pretty damn disgusting like everyone says - more things going through people's asses than in the average gay porno (guhuh jeff yuo would know) - and alligators up the wazoo (sorta literally) - but of course, it's a great movie to watch with friends. Unfortunately, Steve got everyone to sit in the front row for half of the film, but we sorta snuck out and watched the rest from a sane distance.
Then I had to drive EVERYONE home, which cut into the time where I was supposed to be eating dinner. By the time I got home, my mom had left to look for me. I should have waited for her, but instead I drove James and Levi to the Oasis for our usual Friday night bash.
In the middle of In The Navy '99, my mom appeared behind me and asked for me to come home.
So I made the challah like I had originally intended (I made some dough at my Jewish studies class and saved it for Shabbat), had a nice dinner, and drove my sister to my dad's, all while everyone was waiting for me back at the arcade. Guh.
Well, I drove the Drakeians home, drove James home, and went the hell to bed. I got OMAKE 4 up, though.
Let's provide a bit of an intermission here for me to tell you how my body is nowadays:
I have never been stronger.
I haven't mentioned it for a few months, but I'm still training with the Brazilian ex-soccer player, Marcos. I've gotten to be good friends with him, and soon I'll be inviting him over to the DDR club to show him the aerobic activity that I've been raving about. Anyway, he's a wonderful trainer (quite expensive, but worth it). I can now bench-press about 120 pounds and lift about 200 pounds with my legs. I'm better at squats, I can run an easy 20 minutes without tiring, and I know much more about my body altogether. Best of all, Marcos is a masseur, so whenever my back gets tight (it often does), he can just push it around a bit and pound his fists a bit, and I'm all better. Good times.
Well, along with just weight training, Marcos - but more importantly, my stepmom - suggest that I take yoga so I don't just have muscles and nothing to do with them. I need some flexibility. Well, I've been taking classes for about two months at Gold's Gym - they're free for members - but they have done almost nothing for me. Because of other classes needing to use the aerobics room, the class is condensed into 55 minutes, with nothing removed. That means that our "5 deep breaths" have to take about a second, and then we have to hold a painful pose that we can't ease into, and we do not work up into the very hard exercises, like shoulder stands or HAND stands. Ugh.
Well, this morning, I was woken up by my dad telling me that we're going to another yoga class. I did anything but complain. The class took place in a building all about yoga and meditation, so the room was quiet, spacious, and appropriate for yoga. We did easier - yet as effective - exercises, and the class took twice as long, so the relaxation part actually had a meaning. Leaving the class, all my aches and pains were gone, and I felt much more flexible. I actually like yoga now.
And now that all the physical stuff is over and that it's a rainy three-day weekend, I think I definitely need to work on Kingdom Hearts a bit. Seeya.
Posted by JeffreyAtW at November 09, 2002 12:57 AM | TrackBack
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