Piercing! Tomorrow!

FINALLY got mum to call and make that appointment. Tomorrow, after work, I finally get to go get a piercing.
Location: left nipple.
With what: single loop ring.
How much?: Under $100, details pending.
I can't wait. Since I've been working out the past week or two, I've seen a little growth so far, and won't be ashamed to have something that cool on my scrawny chest.

Samantha warns me that she intends to rip it off of me if she ever sees it exposed. Well, that wouldn't be nice, would it?... O_o

I'm glad I bought my excercise shit. I bought that Perfect Push-up device, and it really is a brutal device. Even though it tears up your shoulders and arms, it really works. Plus, it makes push-ups, PUSH-UPS, almost FUN. Freaky, I know...

For years I've considered a possible life and career as a member of the Armed Forces. Well, since I do labour at work, and it could be a possible goal for me to work for, plus it makes me feel better about myself, I'm gonna try to meet the minimum physical requirements to join.
I suck right now. I have incredibly over-developed shoulder and upper back muscles, but very undeveloped arm, leg, and tummy muscles. I have trouble breathing when I lift heavy objects, or apply my cardio system hard, such as in running. Chin-ups, hand-stands, any excercise involving lifting dead weight and such, I can do too easily. It's everywhere else that I lack.
I know I can't just immediately go hard-core and attempt to develop everything at once. Instead, how my mentality and body works, I have to start doing minimal reps on just a few areas at first. I have to warm up my body, and get it used to growing again. You can't just blast your un-used body hard-core, and expect it to grow. It won't know what to do. Then you try and force it to grow with more excercise, and then it shuts down, and says nuh-uh on you. Develop it slowly, but steadily. I'm doing only 10-20 push-ups every half an hour or so. It puts just enough strain on my body for it to recognize the need to grow, and the rest period in-between lets me get ready for the next set. So far I'm doing great, and even have enough energy for stretches and a few extras at the end.

Haven't heard from my dad since I got an upset e-mail from Maryanne. I know I hurt him with my post a few entries ago, and I am sorry about it.
I want my dad in my life. It's just uncomfortable at times. He really feels bad about not being able to 'be there' back when I was a kid. I grew up, pretty much on my own. I got to see my dad every summer as a kid, and even though we had little contact, we have a lot of personality similarities and things in common between us. He tried to be there all the time, and I knew he was there. He was just 'over THERE', and 'not HERE' for me. Which is fine. I have lots of room to love him, and live life my way, and I get to visit now and then.
My dad has, or had, a dream, where father and son could live/work together. It's a good dream. I've been more or less on my own for so long, however, that I've just gotten used to not having him there 'in my face'-style involved with my life. I just don't really have any inherant need or longing to have a parent living or working with me for the rest of my life. MY dream is to be able to set-up a home for my parents, so that they could be 'accessable', but not necessarily at my doorstep every day. I'd like to be able to drive down and make mum cook me breakfast, or steal a tool or three off dad. Living with them, working with them, I'm sorry, I just don't share that dream.
I want my acreage, with a place, just for me. I want mum and dad to have their own house each, on a corner or other piece of nearby land. We could all kind of band together, and have this 'region' where our families kind of were in charge.
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So, I don't know exactly how bad I hurt my pops, since he hasn't e-mailed me, messaged me, or anything since that upsetting post. I'm still hoping to go to B.C. this summer with him and Maryanne, and I'm not cancelling that time off, regardless of what happens.
But, if I hurt him THAT bad, and he doesn't want to talk to me for a long time... Well, then there's little I can do. Apologies remain, and I am still truly sorry. I love ya pops, and I always will. I'm just a big boy now, 26 goin' on 27, and I can't always be the good son for everyone. Okay? I love ya. Really, I do.

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Today at work, I did a bunch of plant clean-up, gathering pallets, steel drums, and big industrial bags of heavy, wet insulation, and dealt with them as required. Afterwards, I had to run an office move, and do a lot of crazy lift-runs. Moving loaded, steel file cabinets up flights of stairs, even with a fridge mover, is NOT fun... >_>
I can now walk on my hands again, and I practice at home and at work. I can only walk backwards though, and only for five or six steps, then that's it. I lose balance, and have to come down.

Oh, also at work, heh heh... >_<
There's this lazy son-of-a-bitch fat kid that's employed BY Sherritt, but he helps us out on our labour crew.
He's named Devon, and he is the most slack-a-dasial guy ever. What's worse is, he'll try to steal the spot light on our group accomplishments. Friggin' 19-20 years old, and he's paying a mortgage on his own house. His OWN house! ~_~
Get paid for doing less work, and the less work you do, the more you get paid. Sherritt mentality for ya.
Anyways, Larry, the old fart big-shot at work who temporarily took away my driving privildges, swapped him around. Now, we have a hard working guy from the Carpenter Shop to help us out, and that fat lazy fucker is off to go help the hard working carpenters. Heh heh heh... >_<
The new guy on our crew is a union boy, same age, 19ish, and both he and Devon are FURIOUS at the swap. Oh well! O_o

Well, looks like I'm in a better mood today at least. Some shit happened this weekend, but it looks like it's straightening out, for now.
Got muh paycheck, and right now, debt free, I'm at $2600 something bucks in my bank account, credit card is payed off, and rent is payed for. No habits, no outstanding bills or anything... Next paycheck will bump me up even higher, so, I'm kinda glad. I'm done making purchases now. Maybe a manga or three for one of my artists who draws requested pictures for me, but that's it. If I take the $2000 that's saved up in my RSPC, ball it up with this money or something, I could possible have enough in a while to put a down payment on a small home or something. If I get a career with the forces, I could also, if I survive it all, end up in the end with a government funded RSPC. Meaning one day I might be able to retire, have a home, and had a decent life. Maybe.

Dinner is cooking. Kims sister/whatever is here. Shiela is it?... So, I shall take my leave and go partake in sustenance. Laterz.