Since I have Capoeira training tomorrow, today was a good time to bust a #3 so that I'd have more testosterone tomorrow after resting up tonight. But the tough decision on who to extract from the database was between Sandra Bullock, whom I thought looked good naked (or at least as much as PG-13 would allow) in The Proposal, and some chick named Jenni. I ended up doing both, but mostly Bullock.
I rocked out in guitar practice.
While in Barnes and Noble at the Americana, I heard some kick ass classical music on their sound system. I immediately asked them for the name of the track. They directed me to a CD of some violinist named David Garrett and the track was entitled Summer. The album continued to play and he even had covers of He's a Pirate (Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean theme song), Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal, Bill Withers' Ain't No Sunshine, and Queen's Who Wants to Live Forever.
I went to the gym. This guy named Armen, a regular customer at the GNC, was there. Last week, I saw him squatting with 3 plates (possibly 4) on each side. He only did 3 reps, but that kind of weight may not be meant for completing a set of 10 reps. He asked if he could work in with me while I was squatting. Sure. Surprisingly, he did front shoulder presses with the same weight that I was doing, weight in which I was embarrassed for what I thought was considered too light.
Ryan (me): I've seen you squat. I can't do that.
Armen: Honestly, I don't think I can do that anymore either.
How modest.
Ernie, another gym regular, mentioned summer session at CSUN just ended. He also said that his parents paid for his tuition, which is common among Filipinos, and joked how it's ok for Filipinos to stay with their parents up to age 40. Dawn (also a Filipino and the only guy I've ever met named Dawn, which I'm sure is a screw-up on his parents' part as they most likely intended Don), a former manager while I used to work at Mann Theater, was working out as well.
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