♫ And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh ♪ Like baby, baby, baby, no ♬ Like baby, baby, baby, oh ...

Danny was working the front desk at the gym last night. Iam and then Victor stopped by to work out. I don't think we've all been in the gym together since last 4th of July. (See entry 7/4/11.)

IAM: I just got here. You?
RYAN: I'm almost done.
IAM: Nah! One more hour if you wanna look like this! [Flexes both biceps.]

Victor's mullet is long enough for him to tie into a short pony tail now. I did calisthenics and bicep curls as planned, but added impromptu tricep presses after seeing Iam - keep in mind he's the biggest one can possibly get without steroids - before going home for bed.

Whoa. Some trippy dreams last night:

1) I was in some sort of building. Random people I know in real life were there. There was discussion for some event entitled Island-of-something that I mistook as something from a Final Fantasy video game, but turned out to be a children versus adults competition. Outdoors, it seemed like I had been inside some school with a fence of blue bars. The sky turned from night to day in seconds as I walked down a driveway and the background transformed into a rural house. I had to call an ambulance for someone and remained calm until my old FMA instructor showed up in his real life maroon car and then I told the operator to have the cops hurry up. My old FMA instructor, speaking more fictitiously urban, blamed me for him no longer having enough money to pay his rent.

2) I was in a hotel. The mission was to carry Steve's body as he needed brain surgery. Someone - the memory is blurred, but probably Arthur as he's Steve's cousin - was with me. We were in an elevator, which tumbled. The doors opened and people decided against entering when they saw us laid out on the floor.

End of trippy dreams.

I had a chill day of guitar practice, watching The Green Hornet, more guitar practice, and even busted a #3 to fellow [Harry]Potterhead Ally out of boredom.

Mommy and I ate dinner at Thai BBQ.

At the Americana, there was filming going on for some show called Mobbed featuring a cover of Katy Perry's Firework. At Barnes & Noble, I got some leisure reading done on a story about True Blood's Alexander Skarsgård in Men's Journal.

Just finishing the night organizing my laptop, folding clothes, a midnight snack of fried egg (because it accidentally broke while trying to put it into the egg holders as it got stuck to the carton), and now more guitar practice. (Drew Ryniewicz's cover) ♫ And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh ♪ Like baby, baby, baby, no ♬ Like baby, baby, baby, oh ...