Jack Wealthy's Journal of Beasting

[Jack Wealthy]

Europa

just got back from Europe five days ago, haven't had time to sit and contemplate writing an entry since. My girlfriend and I have been at each others- since I got back. She got back from New York two weeks before I got back so she had to wait in Dullsville- but I appreciate it more. Seriously I on't hate Perth anymore. I mean it has a lot of problems to do with violence, being stupid expensive (hey, you want to pay $14 for a goddamn beer??) and having literally no night life so to speak, but it has a lot of benefits such as nice weather, being small enough to never ever get lost, dangerous suburbs being far away from where I live, poor people congregating in the CBD (actually no that's a bad thing), lots of local stores alla suburbia... it's a cool place. Plus everyone speaks English.

Italy was good because I speak enough Italian to get by. The best city was Bologna, ah home of Bolognese, lasagna, great pasta... A 90 year old woman with a 60 year old apprentice with a 30 year old apprentice made me pasta. The apprentices start at 15... Even the junior was a master in Maxwell's eyes... yeah it was insane fettucini.

It's the university city of Italy and man oh man is it easy to party there. Going alone I was literally never bored, i met people every day to go sight seeing with, then went out with new locals every night. I would just walk out of the womans house (Stayed with an Italian woman who spoke 0 English), walk towards the bar and club via, talk to the first people I saw and be set. I cold approached one set a night then was introduced to an abundance of new people.

Milan is geriatric in terms of week by week nightlife, but the day time was awesome. Met this really cool artist chick who showed me around the city she drew me an awesome picture after. Apparently Saturday nights are crazy but I went to Bologna on Thursday so idk.

Rome is dirty and tourist infested. The nightlife is mediocre at best, lots of old people everywhere I went. The daytime sucks too. Lots of Spanish and Brazilian girls, but ugly and uncool. I had a LOT of fun but it was because of WHERE I went, not WHO I met.

The first night I was in Rome I went out for pizza (oh FYI Rome sucks for Italian food) and on the way back some dodgy looking dude starting calling out to me. I ignored him, he started following me. I walked faster. I turn left, double back, come around the corner and go into a convenience store. Cut across the street. Take the next left towards the hostel... He is still following me. A fair few people about. I turn around to face him. He walks up to me and says "Ganja?"
"No."
"Per tu." and he slaps me in the chest. I push him back and he power walks off. Something falls to the ground and I pick it up. It is a little gram baggy of pot. Good stuff too, made the coliseum the next day even more awesome. Plus the next day was the 21st, ie Romes Birthday, I went to see some gladiator fights. Sick. Some American girl was going to come with me but just beforehand she basically said "Look, I KNOW you're just trying to lure me out to take advantage because I asked some other people here about Rome's birthday BUT THEY didn't know about it! Therefore you are making it up."
I told her no ****, it isn't touristy and asked if any of them even spoke Italian. Anyway, saw her out with her friend on my way to the gladiators and they chatted then tried really hard to ditch me. Kept looking over their shoulders. Which makes sense you know, given I was walking in the opposite direction...

 

[Jack Wealthy]

Then Venice. Lots of awesome shopping. Not much else.

Next stop, fly to Amsterdam for Kings Day. The first ever! It will be nuts! Well...

Pros: Lot's of people- at least 50k out in the streets or in the bars+clubs.
Lots of variety. Spanish, Turkish, British, Lithuanian... I met em all.
There are ****ing stages EVERYWHERE with awesome bands and djs. I was so impressed, it was awesome.
Cons: I stayed in a hostel with an age limit. For ten euro, they broke it. There were at least a dozen 40+ grandpas there. Thus, the vibe at the hostel was ****. I would never reconmend the flying pig downtown to anyone anywhere ever. It is a STONERS hostel, not a party hostel. The difference is in the anecdote, when I first came back at night I shouted "Hey!" Across a silent room (except for stupid loud music playing) and I heard a British ***** say "He's really harshing up the vibe!." No one was talking or responded to either of us.
Cons: "Lot's of people" doesn't translate to "lot's of *****." The quality was very low. When I met some Danes and went to a bar (the chicks were hot and the dudes bought me drinks) we ground a little then I got bored because at 8pm these two girls (both sure things) were not going to leave with me. So I left. Mistake in terms of my ****, right choice in terms of having fun. Because after that, I didn't meet any girls worth my time. I took some 9/10 American girls to a coffeeshop and had the laughing a lot, etc, but they were banal at best. Like "I want to be a nurse, because my mum is a nurse!" bat **** boring. So I ditched them to go clubbing with locals BUT I will say this: The Dutch don't party. Oh they PRETEND to party! They dance, the sing, they drink, they smoke, the talk to people... But they never let go. They're always very much reserved, although a woman (30ish) did invite me home it was really business like... They're like that. Game was no fun with them, even if they were into me... It was way more fun to flirt with the hookers than the local woman, because the local woman would be incredibly polite no matter what, laugh no matter what, then if they were into you they'd just say "Do you want sex?" Sure, some (most) guys would love that, but for me it's just like... Why? I don't care about sex, I care about the point immediately before sexwhen you connect... Skip that I don't want the sex.

So yeah, Amsterdam is awesome if you want to smoke weed and look at art. Very safe city. But the night life is terrible: The tourists are all stoned and the locals are as recounted IN MY EXPERIENCE.

Next stop, Berlin... But wait... It's 117 Euro ticket... Oh ****... I want to go to Prague next... There's no way I an afford both... Sorry, did you just say... the ticket to Prague is only 30 Euro? But, that passes through Berlin doesn't it? So I should just buy that ticket then? Ok easy...

On the train I met the most beautiful Berlin girl. We talked for 3 hours then we were both too exhausted to continue, so (she's a doctor btw) we fell asleep. Woke up cuddling. Don't know who initiated. Fell asleep. Woke up in a new position. Readjust, uncomfortable, wake up, she's gone. The other people across- gone, next to- gone. Just me. I run inventory, nothing stolen. But also no note... I've been averaging about four or five hours sleep a night at this point so I didn't think I risked hallucinations, but this is goddamn spooky... Except in the Twilight Zone I'm such a light sleeper, her shifting woke me up, yet her leaving didn't? Was she even real, or just a dream?

After that I went to go piss. I was about to go the back carriage because the toilet is closer, but it was filthy so I left. As I did the train started again and lo and behold- left the back carriage behind in Berlin. Ah I love luck... So I went to the front of my carriage and pissed from outside the door, to avoid the pool of piss on the ground. As I went back I noticed THE CUTEST little blonde pixie. I start chatting her up, she tells me to grab my bags so I can stay... She is going to Prague to see her boyfriend. It doesn't matter, we exchange numbers and have a great time together. So cute holy shiznick.

Prague:
Go check into the hostel, the counter guy helps me carry my stuff into my room. Nice dude. Share the room with two Swiss guys. Generally don't think they're cool, too neutral.

 

[Jack Wealthy]

Goals
- Control my state and be genuinely happy and content
- Up my weight to 82kgs
- Do a single-leg squat
- Deadlift 2 1/2 times bodyweight
- Do a one-arm pullup
- Run 2.4 km in 9 minutes
- Up my overall ATAR to 91 and math 3a/b to 70
- Become more confident
- Become more relaxed AND motivated (previously an oxymoron)

I'm going to keep this running at least once a week
28/Oct/2011

HA, for a year or two.

Nearly three years later and here is the dealio:
-I now weigh 82kgs, finally. After I got to 77 (plus 18 kilos of muscle) my body didn't want to put on anymore for a LONG time. Plus I was focusing on raw strength.
-I can do a few with each leg holding a 10kg kettlebell. Usually around 3-5
-I'm at 2x at the moment... very close
-The elusive one arm pullup... I've been closer. Focusing on my legs makes this hard.
-2.4km in 9 minutes. No idea, I never run.
-ATAR... I was too drug ****ed by far, all my fault that I got 80.
-More confidence was never the issue, less pressure was.
-Same as above. I'm very relaxed these days.

Other goals from around the forum:
-Nail 50 girls dude!
-- Did it, really not fulfilling. Gave me the confidence to decide I never want to do this again. It's kind of like a really sweet cookie. The first one is delicious. The second is great. Then you finish the pack and feel disgusting.


Other things I've achieved that are notable:
- Made myself a business. Personal training, fitness consultancy. Great money, I have massive passion for it. Love. I actually make the world a better place, instead of just making money (I worked in marketing earlier this year and had amazing earnings but was horrible job)
- Stuck to a savings plan. Very important: put away 10% of all you earn BEFORE you do anything else.
-Beautiful girlfriend.