Ah, frat parties. The smell of mung beer haunts me to this day.
You are making tons of progress in here! Way to go, and good luck on midterms.
love your booties!
[quote]nlmain wrote:
love your booties![/quote]
I love her booty too… oh wait.
Sorry Plucky, that’s the endorphins talking.
Shh Behave endorphins.
[quote]MissPlucky wrote:
Hi there Alpha! Glad you like the looks of things around here! [quote]
Alpha is a beast. Check out his log for a new form of strength and conditioning hell! Love it.
I have to admit I laughed for several minutes at this one. Does your gym not have alternate benches or a flat bench that you could use a step to prop up as an incline press. Perhaps a multiple angled bench that you could move into a squat rack or just do dumbbell work. Or just go up and ask B&B that they’re hogging the whole show and that you want to use the incline/decline bench sometime today before your next birthday. You need to get some friends in the gym as backup to do your dirty work for you, that would work too. LOL.
v/r
Gremlin
PS–Nikki how in the heck do you [quote] and write between the lines so to speak…I’ve been trying to do that for a while now and I think I’m just a numskull who can’t figure it out.
Oh hai guys…
I’ve been a sick Plucky.
Yeah, I did indeed go to that party (pi lam). It was an interesting night, to be sure. I had no idea how to get there, asked some girls on the bus and it turns out they were going to the same place…and I ended up hanging out with them the whole night.
That was extremely handy, as I knew no one else there besides the guy who invited me, who took my arrival as some sort of tacit admission that I wanted him in my pants (I certainly do not). It was a smallish event, so there was actually some good booze. No, I’m not kidding.
Verbal highlights from the night:
Inviter: hey babe, why aren’t you crashin at my place tonight?
Me: It’s going to rain tomorrow.
Inviter: whaaaa?
Me: there was no way I was gonna haul my rainboots all the way up here.
Inviter: you’re weird.
Me: Yes. Yes I am.
Random dude: hey, what’s your name? Wanna dance?
Me: I’m about to fall over.
Random: That’s kinda the point, isn’t it?
Me: No, go away <turns back to observing beerpong game, incensed>
Random:
okay, they’re not exactly great, but that’s actually about the extent of annoyingness I had to deal with that night. See, this frat has a very strict anti-deuchbaggery slash be a gentleman policy. Kinda put a damper on the whole scaring the hell outta people scheme, cause they were all really nice. Damn. I’ll have to pick a better frat next time I’m feeling evil.
Woke up the next morning with a nagging sore throat, went to one class, then packed up and went home for fall break. I then proceeded to spend my entire break on the couch coughing and blowing my nose. Even today I feel like crap. Getting out of bed and focusing enough to get dressed and out the door was an olympic event-by the time I got to the dining hall and sat down with my eggs, I was all sweaty and winded.
I’m chillin in starbucks now feeling sleepy and phlegmy. I slept like poo last night cause I kept waking up all hot and struggling with the whole breathing thing.
The worst is definitely over though, so mayhaps I’ll make it to the gym tomorrow.
You guys are a great audience, by the way 
[quote]MissPlucky wrote:
Oh hai guys…
I’ve been a sick Plucky.
Yeah, I did indeed go to that party (pi lam). It was an interesting night, to be sure. I had no idea how to get there, asked some girls on the bus and it turns out they were going to the same place…and I ended up hanging out with them the whole night.
That was extremely handy, as I knew no one else there besides the guy who invited me, who took my arrival as some sort of tacit admission that I wanted him in my pants (I certainly do not). It was a smallish event, so there was actually some good booze. No, I’m not kidding.
Verbal highlights from the night:
Inviter: hey babe, why aren’t you crashin at my place tonight?
Me: It’s going to rain tomorrow.
Inviter: whaaaa?
Me: there was no way I was gonna haul my rainboots all the way up here.
Inviter: you’re weird.
Me: Yes. Yes I am.
Random dude: hey, what’s your name? Wanna dance?
Me: I’m about to fall over.
Random: That’s kinda the point, isn’t it?
Me: No, go away <turns back to observing beerpong game, incensed>
Random:
okay, they’re not exactly great, but that’s actually about the extent of annoyingness I had to deal with that night. See, this frat has a very strict anti-deuchbaggery slash be a gentleman policy. Kinda put a damper on the whole scaring the hell outta people scheme, cause they were all really nice. Damn. I’ll have to pick a better frat next time I’m feeling evil.
Woke up the next morning with a nagging sore throat, went to one class, then packed up and went home for fall break. I then proceeded to spend my entire break on the couch coughing and blowing my nose. Even today I feel like crap. Getting out of bed and focusing enough to get dressed and out the door was an olympic event-by the time I got to the dining hall and sat down with my eggs, I was all sweaty and winded.
I’m chillin in starbucks now feeling sleepy and phlegmy. I slept like poo last night cause I kept waking up all hot and struggling with the whole breathing thing.
The worst is definitely over though, so mayhaps I’ll make it to the gym tomorrow.
You guys are a great audience, by the way :-)[/quote]
Hmm…well thats what you get for going to a frat party not run by the Arkansas Sigs. Not everyone can be one of us, Thank God Almighty.
Hope you get to feeling better pluckster!
Hope you feel better soon!
Well awesome story tellers deserve an awesome audience.
Sorry you’re sick 
Oh, and I’ll be stealing your Screw-off lines.
“Sorry, I didn’t bring my rainboots.”
rainboots? nice.
Ive used hip waders before. “hip waders? why those?” -Because it’s gonna get deep quick if you keep throwin out those bullshit pickup lines.
i like delsym. and robitussin ac. check at your local pharmacy- its normally an rx item, but, it comes in manufacturer 4oz bottles and is available otc in some states. say herro to 2 tsp and a real nights sleep.
Funny you should mention that Bear, I went to Walgreens today and picked up some Tussin…along with about twenty bucks worth of other drugs.
See, I thought I was getting better. I bound out of bed this morning all full of fire and ready to tackle the day, certain I was well and life could go on as normal. I get to my first class and…I get a little itchy in my nose and…WACHOOOWACHOOACHOOchackgurglegrunt… and then my nose is running like a faucet for the rest of class. I went through an entire pack of tissues in a fifty minute period, but three times as many would have been hella nice. Aweshuumm. Hence the trip to Wal.
Once I had my new OTC arsenal (I got carded on the cough syrup, lol) I tromped off to the gym in a thoroughly drugged stupor. Through the fog of my inebriation I dimly recalled the whole “operating heavy machinery” warnings, so I limited my activities to high volume stuff on low-risk machines. Nothing really worth mentioning there. I was so happy to have finally gotten back in the gym, though.
I spent the rest of the day studying. I kid you not. Read five chapters in two textbooks and took the practice exam for tomorrow’s Econ test TWICE. This all coming from the girl who “doesn’t study.” See, the whole not studying thing worked out in high school when I could get by on reputation and charm (why yes-I am his little sister!, please and thank you, smiles etc.) but now I’m an average fish in a really huge freaking pond, and I have to work like one. A couple of very humbling test grades and a stomach-churning paper commentary have reminded me…
And now I’m really tired.
get some rest!!
I learned that the hard way in University too - horrible first English paper and Chem midterm. High school was a walk in the park, but for Uni I actually had to learn how to study. Fortunately the first 2 years didn’t count toward my final graduating GPA. By year 3 and 4 I had the studying thing down.
Rest up and get better soon!
[quote]MissPlucky wrote:
See, the whole not studying thing worked out in high school when I could get by on reputation and charm (why yes-I am his little sister!, please and thank you, smiles etc.) but now I’m an average fish in a really huge freaking pond, and I have to work like one. A couple of very humbling test grades and a stomach-churning paper commentary have reminded me…
And now I’m really tired.[/quote]
Just wait till you get to any kind of post grad work…
@ MiM: yessum, I took some cough syrup and 3 Z-12 last night and slept like a rock for a good 8-8.5 hours. Didn’t even hear the roomie come in this time! Drugs rock.
@LastStand: I keep reminding myself that this is my only my first semester, and since I’ve figured out what I have to do there will be plenty of time for my GPA to recover. That’s pretty much all that’s keeping me from completely freaking out right now.
@Dixie: I can’t imagine. There’s a good chance I’ll be going down that road in a few years, so I imagine I ought to start steeling myself now. Tally-ho!
And today’s action:
squats: 95x7 went up like air. cool. 115x5, 135x5, 155x5 (!!!) 135x6 -->hello, hot guy doing heavy front squats two racks down from me. It’s a good day.
chestsupprow: 3x15 empty
supersetted with
kickback machine: 3x20 whoowhoowhoo that’s like sprints.
that’s when the nausea started. I remember now why I don’t do high volume.
incline bench, cause B&B were so kind to finally LEAVE: barx10, 55x7, 65x3 rest 1 more rest again arch that back and…3 more. I need to work on the whole body bench involvement thing…makes a huge difference.
I had more planned for today, but at that point I was this (–) close to vomiting all over the place. Were I at a grungier, more hardcore gym, I might have grabbed a bucket and carried on, but as it is I’m hoping to get a job here as a floor monitor. Soo carrying on and puking was off the agenda. Wouldn’t have looked too good to the boss, most likely.
Lunch was a fantastic affair. Chocolate milk, a wonderful italian wrap with about 5 different meats on it, and gluten free peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. NOMNOMNOM.
Now, reading for my next class and printing study guide for next week’s physics test.
Working out when sick?
Can’t say you’re not determined, you should’ve passed out so front squat guy can do CPR on you <3
[quote]Nikki9591 wrote:
you should’ve passed out so front squat guy can do CPR on you <3[/quote]
I like the way you think.
Anything to help in the search for Mr. Plucky
[quote]MissPlucky wrote:
and I just had to have these. I’m a lil obsessed with sock monkeys…[/quote]
Awesome sock monkeys – My 5 yr old son would be jealous if he knew any such thing existed. Great workout journal btw, it is pretty amusing and dare I say entertaining.
[quote]n8tive wrote:
it is pretty amusing and dare I say entertaining. [/quote]
Why thank you. I’m going to write a book someday.
Alright, a summary of Friday…
1st gym trip:
goodmornings: 4x6, 95 lbs
db OHP: 5x5 30s
pullups: 5x5 52.5
and then I was out of time cause I’d dallied in the locker room.
2nd gym trip, around 8 pm:
ran around trying new things and doing accessory work I’d missed earlier. Didn’t record everything, just took myself and my ipod and raw enthusiasm. Highlights included high volume kickbacks, L-laterals, standing calf raises, and I used the abductor machine for the first time, and I tried db pullovers and one-armed lat pulldowns with the rope attachment. Fun!
My suitemate Evelyn and I finally went to this club we’ve been intending to try out, and to say we had a blast is an understatement. At first there weren’t many people there. It was early, and the crowd was older. We felt a little awkward, but we stuck around and eventually young folks started showing up and then things really heated up. In the meantime, we broke it down with this older guy from West Africa who was just the most jovial, fun-loving guy. He was dancing all over the floor the whole night, whether there was anyone out there or not. He kept saying to us, “just have fun! That’s why you’re here!”
And so we did.
Some interesting instances occurred with certain males, cause the crowd was a mix of over and underage. Some random drunk guy put me on his tab, which was cool. Got a bunch of overpriced water at no cost to myself. I also got a lot of, “are you sure you’re only eighteen?!” Then there were the creepers standing along the wall around the dance floor just watching us. Well, boys will be boys. The number who were brave enough to ask us to dance were sadly scant, but honestly I have a lot more fun dancing by myself. Our older buddy and I had dance-offs when good songs came on, showing off our moves and cheering each other on. The reggae was the best. We threw in some tango-ish elements for that.
I had a couple guys just walk right up to me and ask for my number, and they all got a flat out no. I’m not at a club looking for any sort of relationship, I’m there to blow off some steam and let my hormones rage for a little bit. The club’s no place to look for a boyfriend. I figure I’ll find one of those at the gym or the library or a coffee shop. Our buddy started screening for losers for us, telling unsuitable males they had to pay him twenty bucks if they wished to approach us. I love this guy!
Things got progressively sketchier the later it got, but the place closed before it reached really scary levels. At that point Evelyn was in the clutches of a guy she had just met who was hellbent on stealing her away from her boyfriend. I waited til she gave me the wide-eyed-help-me look, and then I intervened and insisted it was time to go and, no sir, you are not walking her back, that’s my job.
I got my halloween costume today. I think I’ll leave you in suspense until I have pictures from tomorrow’s festivities