15 minutes in and my arms and legs are jelly. My head feels woozy as well right now.
Now, I have the whole video collection of P90x in mpg format which totals to about 7 to 8 gigs with 700mb each for individual one hour work outs. I figured that will not fit in my Psp so i prompted to re-download a whole new torrent of it in mp4 format about 300mb for each video.
The whole last week has been chaos - Midterms. Man, talk about stress. Not only that, tomorrow I have to start the national distance learning program or whatever the fuck it's called at the embassy. Basically a series of open book (not supposed to be) exams that I have to go to the embassy to take. It obviously is making mom crazy because of the placement of the schedules of whether it's in the morning or night.
The sound absorption sheets from Audimute I received right after my sociology test on Thursday. Took a whole fucking day of delay should I add on UPS's part. In tracking info, the delay was because 'no one was home to sign the package'. My ass. I live in an apartment with lobby people downstairs and they're there 24/7 to take in the shipment for us.
I set up the sheets in my dad's closet and moved my drums and 3 days later, Saturday when I was playing in the fully padded room, there was knocking on the other side. WHAT the FUCK. Can't I play my drums in peace? It's in the middle of the day 1 pm and who the fuck sleeps at that hour? First time I heard knocking, I stopped. I thought it was my call to eat lunch. I came back, heard more banging on the walls when I started playing. I didn't give in. The bangs went away. After playing for about another 45 mins I knew I needed to relocate my drums again. But where?
Come Sunday, I hammered nails on the walls and hung the sheets where I thought they would suck up most of the sound. Dad went outside and told me to try playing the drums to see how loud it was outside. He came back looking as if he'd seen death and told me it was too loud. I realized he was probably exaggerating the results and I went ahead and listened as he hit the drums. Surprisingly, it wasn't as loud as I thought it would be. They were about as loud as you would expect listening from a quiet corridor.
This is going to be a sucky week for me. I'm not looking forward to Halloween, I'm not happy with my neighbors, I just spent $100 of my ride cymbal money on shit I don't even need, I'm exhausted from one workout video, I'm not looking forward to ANYTHING, and have to write a what the heck 4 pages of writing tonight. I'm depressed, basically. I'm going downstairs to my local deli and getting me a can of redbull.
I don't think I want to continue the P90x training. It's proven to be too much for me. Maybe if i can get it to play in my psp by syncing the video I need for the day everyday and taking it with me to the gym downstairs, that might be another story. It all depends on how much I'm willing to work at it. Maybe Ill just give up, maybe ill put a little effort in, maybe a lot. I don't know. Cause these voices in my head keep saying love, just don't stare, reveal the word when you're supposed to.