its so sad to know that madonna is in town but you dont have the money to go to the concert. it wont be for a while until she tours again, and by that time, shell be less sexy. i do have money, but i dont wanna sit where she looks like just another blonde woman lipsynching her voice. i want to get seats at least 10 rows from the stage; close enough for her sweat to drop on my face. ive checked and the prices are at least $750 each seat. hell if i had the money, id pay for the $10,000 front row center seats. its all my fault, if i would have not messed around in school and graduated last year, i would been at her concert tonight. in the meanwhile, ive been tuning to the MTV HITS channel where they have been playing 10 days of MADONNA special. its 24/7 of all madonna's videos that have ever been made in her career.

i joined la fitness last week because my friend got me a good deal. i dont really have time to go there, but i can make it in on mondays. there is a hella lot of hot chicks that workout there. compared to where i train now, its heaven. but i dont like the machines at la fitness. even at the POS gym i go to now has the same amount of machines they have. the ony thing better is the pool, hot tub, raquetball court, and basketball court which i never use.

i really hate my senior E-business class. i hate the damn teacher. he always holds the class an extra 10 minutes. thats fine for me on tuesdays, but on thursdays i have work, so i leave at the end which is 9:50pm. not doing anything wrong there. then my friend tells me he assigns homework after i leave. what an asshole. he is also teaching a program which people have never learned or supposed to learn in this major. this is supposed to be the last e-business course which takes a little bit of everything we have learned in the past, but this asshole teaches new material anyways. during the teacher evaluation, i wrote a bunch of negative things about him.

amber is beginning to flirt with me more and more, i guess its a good sign. i had to punk some breakdancing guys who gave her dirty looks and took all the space on the dance floor. how dare they take over the asian dance floor and bitch at her. so then they have to deal with me. i kicked them out and they started to cry. she dances so much that she fainted this friday and had to be rescued by akash. here im complaining about cardio and this girl dances for 4 hours straight. no wonder she has a better looking 6-pack than mines.

today i went to my trainer and he gave me some pills to increase my already high metabolism. he was worried when i told him i ate a whole bag of sirloin patties in a week. each patty had 23 grams of fat with 0 carb. i made a no-no. so now i get to suffer more. he took out my yogurt and increased an extra can of nasty tuna and doubled up on the chicken breast. he even increaed my cardio from 25 minutes to 40 minutes. damn, im gonna be in the gym for a long ass time. if you have ever done cardio, time goes by so slow.

today is also cheat day and riding day. it is good one thing to ride a bike on a sunday evening, but to ride a bike with a 110% full stomach is another thing. so this is waht i ate in the 24 hour period. i ate an ice cream sandwich at work, after i went to dennys and ordered a lumberjack slam with modified scrambled eggs topped with ground beef and tomatoes and i ordered plate #2 which was a T-bone steak dinner with onion rings and corn. then in the early morning i ate a steak, broccoli, and brown rice. THen i went to jack in the box brought to golds gym a sourdough jack combo. after posing, i ate philly cheesesteak with my trainer. then it was time to ride. i went home and met up with akash and ellis. i lead them to a mini canyon ride in carbon canyon. that road has crazy corkscrew turns similar to willow springs. im getting better at turns, but my bike weighs like a fat ass 530 lbs; a hundred more pounds than their ducatis. with the nail in the tire still, i have that feeling that it might just blow up and ill eat shit one day. we road thru cutting to brea and rode thru downtown brea and scoped out the 17 year olds cuz its my favorite thing to do. there were a lot of them, maybe younger :) theres a store there called blondie, so one day well be sitting right outside of it pretending to eat ice cream at a slow pace. after that fun stuff, it was time to eat sushi. for months of abandoning this place we have returned to clear out the fish inventory. unfortunately we didnt have enough time. i ate a crappy 41 pieces when it was closing time. didnt satisfy me, so my instincts told me that we should go to krispy kreme. MISTAKE. i had no money so akash had to buy the donuts, under one condition: i must finish the entire dozen. by the time we got there sushi was expanding in my stomach. i was like 80% full. so i gave in and he ordered it. ellis had to do the same thing. the first 6 donuts went in smoothly. after that i hit a brickwall. ellis was moaning from pain. im not tolerable of sweets, especially the same taste after another. so the intervals between finishing each donut became 2 min, 5 min, 10 min, 15 min. At donut #11 and 12, the store was closing, so i had to continue the suffering in the outside patio listening to elevator music in the background. ellis finished his right at closing and he came out and started to gag. i wanted to quit at #11 but i knew if i didnt, i will suffer the consequences akash had up his sleeve. i smashed #12 to a small donut hole and just let it stack right up my throat. now i just wanted to go home, but i have to ride back home. its not a good feeling when you hit bumps on the road, cuz this knocks the gas tank into your gut region and that makes you wanna puke. it wouldnt be a good site with the helmet on and lens closed. if i dont eat shit from falling, i wouldve drowned in my own vomit. so i gunned it back home and hurridley took in 3 digestive enzymes. that didnt make any difference since the enzymes are overpowered by raw fish and donuts.

couple days ago, i couldnt wait for my cheat day to come and now, i look forward to cooking my good ole egg whites and split pea soup. this was gluttony; taking food for granted, but a cheat day well spent.