Tales From the Milk Drinker

Boys oh boys last week starting on wednesday night my index finger on my left hand was some SORE. I had worked in the shop on our NC machines project that day so maybe I did something to it down there. It was red and swollen and when I tried to work out on thursday I had to grip the bar with just three fingers and a thumb instead of my full hand.

It didn't seem to be getting better but then by Sunday the pain subsided enough that I could at least go to the gym and do my usual stuff so I didn't really care at all anymore (as is the case with almost any ailment that comes into my life).

Today it came to a finish. I was sitting in class and bored so I started picking at it with a staple and then I jammed the staple in between the nail and the finger and a shot of green pus came oozing out. So I squeezed the finger. HARD. More pus came out and it stank like five people all shit their pants at once. Naturally I wiped my finger off on a nearby cafetorium napkin.

It doesn't hurt at all anymore. I love the way the body eventually heals itself.

Last night I was watching a tv show most of you probably know, Undergrads. When the theme song played it reminded me of the boys boys. Of us driving out to cavendish on a hot summer night to laugh at the ugly man working at Beavertails. Of us getting John to drive us around for hours and hours when we were in highschool and travel by motorcoach still seemed shockingly impressive. Of gathering at the Schaefer residence to play some risk. Of watching Neil transform from someone in Derrick Arsenault's class who looked like a cartoon character with his dorky little pencil case into a man who's ten foot high and murmers the statement "Derrrr, Urrrr Berggg Fuck This!" Boys boys you are irreplacable and this one is for you:

So come and talk to me
on my computer screen
The best years of our lives
Aren't as easy as they seem
To get the girl
to make the grade
it's all a show
it's all a game
And I would lose it if I played
It's all the same

You go out on Friday night
I'll stay in but that's alright
I've finally found a click to call my own

Well today I finally did some work on my senior projy. I designed a pin for a bench press rack which allows for height adjustment to accomadate powerlifters with various lengths of arms. I actaully realized I like designing things. I do still like engineering.

I'm patiently awaiting the arival of my new earbuds. For those who haven't noticed I don't respond when you talk to me in head hall I'm usually listening to my Ipod Nano. A couple weeks ago my headphones started making crackling noises at certain frequencies. This was a major let down because before this I had toted these headphones as much better than what I was used to with my discman - the Apple headphones had less static in the background and seemed to give a clearer sound. I went to apple's website and looked into my waranttee to see what could be done as I had just recieved my ipod for Christmas and I thought the earphones should last more than two months. Luckily they have a program set up to handle this. You fill in an online request form and since ipod's all have a serial number on the back of them you don't even have to provide a reciept to prove you actually own one. They then ship your headphones to you via express courier and provide you with a tracking number for the parcel. My headphones have already made it from Ohio to halifax to moncton and should probably make it here today or tomorrow. Apple's system of making sure you're not screwing them for free stuff is as follows: You must provide a credit card number on the claim form. Apple send a pre adressed and postage paid package with the replacement part you order and you must send your old defective part back to them within ten days of recieving the new part (remember they have the tracking number for the parcel so they will know for sure when someone signs for the package). If you fail to return the old part they simply sell you the new part you already have recieved and bill your credit card. They only thing I'm wondering about is how I will get the package because I might not be here when the courier comes. I suppose he'll leave a tag in the mailbox saying where I can go to pick it up.

It's only about six weeks to Iron Ring. It seems so "soon ago" that it was six years.

Hey loyal blog readers. I can't believe it's been in the two week range since I blogged!

The weekend of February 4th saw me traveling to Cape Breton for my second ever Powerlifting meet with the CanadianPowerlifting Union. Unlike may when I was still under 23 and considered a Junior this time I was in the Open men's category where the best competition is. I was in the 100 kilo weight class again (guys 198-220 lbs). I think about two weeks before the meet I would have easily been under 198 but given how much eating and water drinking I did to keep my strength levels at a maximum I weighed in in that higher range. Whatever, at my stage of the game it's not really of any benefit to be in the lower class.

I did finish 3rd out of 3 guys in my weight class but I was still super pumped about how much my lifts had jumped since may. In may my best squat was 340 (all numbers in pounds) and this time I went up to 425. Incredible jump. Bench last time had been 315 and this time was up to 358. Deadlift also jumped from 390 to 425. I was super impressed. Just to give some prespective though I believe the other two guys in weight class squatted in the 5 and 7 hundreds respectively, benched 4's and 5's and deadlifted 5's and 6's.

I'm looking forward to march break and it looks like that will be my next time at home. I don't know if I'll make it down to Hali on my first weekend now or not. I'm just so ready for a trip home that I think I'll go straight there. Hali will come later.

I just got off the phone with my brother and it sounds like I've got him talked into sending that Intrepid to the junkyard. I hate that car.