Gawd, I've been looking forward to this weekend so bad. Thanks to last weekend's drinking and eating a bit too much all without much sleep, I feel like I can catch up a bit on doing nothing for once. There's no worries of having to go to the gym or dealing with idiots, just a nice day to sleep. Then again, I do suffer from insomnia so hopefully I will get more than 5 hours tonight.

It was an abnormally quiet gym tonight. Derrick was there along with Amy but not much of anyone else to chat with. Derrick asked me if I watched the Cubs game (damn straight!)and Amy told me her philosophy in working out ("Don't talk and just get it done"). At least, I got the job done.

However, I stunk. Yeah, I smelled really bad although I had a long hot bath in the afternoon. It's some form of humidity in the gym that made me sweat more than usual. Then again, it could be the Pakistani guy that doesn't believe in deodarent and wears the same t-shirt every day (it's got cows, always cows). Whoo! You can smell him across the gym, folks, to which some of us try to avoid him.

The huge fans blowing don't seem to help in keeping my gym stink free. Us weightlifters, runners, bodybuilders, and "ogglers" (the guys that come to just watch girls bend over) have to deal with the sweat. If you use nautilus equipment, you have to carry a towel because some guys leave more big wet spots than Jenna Jameson's porno videos.

Oh, don't forget about that woman with the HUGE sweat stain running down her crotch all while wearing grey lycra. Bad, bad, bad.

"I'm much too young to let love break my heart."

Of course, there was no Jill tonight since she had to work. Something tells me that I'll be seeing her soon enough. *Hedgehoggy's teeth start clattering* Right now, I am not thinking about it since all I wanna do is sleep soon.

I've got a new issue with myself. Zits. They seem to come at the oddest times and always in the same fucking place, underneath my lower lip. Why!?! I'm past high school (some say I should go back)and never had bad skin. The selfish point is that they tend to be painful and make me wonder if I am going through puberty all over again.

*In sing-songy voice: "Somebody found the fountain of youth."

Okay, I wanna say something on the Kobe Bryant case. I think the fucker is guilty. The reason is that something is just off on him and the girl's account is pretty damn consistent. What bugs the hell out of me is all this fucking circus that's come of the case. We've got some moron that wanted to kill the victim for 3 million dollars and a bunch of losers that worry about how bad basketball will be if Kobe goes to prison.

Let me be clear on this. If Kobe raped this girl, and it is most likely, I'll be much happier that he is in prison. I don't care about what he means to basketball because all rapists and killers deserve to be put away. The guy seems so self-absorbed. Hell, Shaq was pissed when Kobe came in and hogged the fucking ball for years. Kobe also doesn't have many social skills yet kids look up to him.

It's sad how we place so much emphasis on sports players. All it is is a fucking game that keeps you away from the problems of life for 2 hours. That's all! I love baseball but I'd rather play than sit on my ass watching. Football is something I don't watch anymore but I'd damn well want to be out on the field bleeding again. Volleyball? Love it!

The point is that people should be actually playing rather than sitting with a giant bag of Cheetos and "concentrating" to help their team win. I laugh at that. Anyone that has had to live with sports addicts knows what I'm talking about.

*Enter: fanfare*

On October 28th, a special DVD will be making its debut. It contains things and images that to me hold a special place in my already dismantled heart. Guns N Roses will have all their videos for me to watch over and over again!!!!! C'mon, who doesn't like "November Rain" or "Sweet Child O' Mine?" I used to play "November Rain" and "Estranged" (amazing video!)before my high school classes began. They don't make 'em like this anymore with the gothic brilliance of Axl Rose.

Well, I'm sorry if this entry sucked. I'm feeling like I'm all washed up in any bit of creativity lately. My body is dog tired from the workout and so on. Somebody, carry me to bed, please.

19 days til this diary is locked.

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