April 26, 2006
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This is VERY embarrassing—but

Here I am. That is me. That is me, who once saw 150lbs!

You can mutter, "Pfft, steroids, yeah whatever," but you're fucking wrong. Understand this; I've been living at home for a disgustingly long period of time where I've been under my parent's scrutiny of making sure I don't smoke weed (I got caught once!) and similar tomfoolery. I had my mom take that picture and I've posted it here because I'm moving out to my own place in less than a week—where I could evade my parents' watch and do stupid shit—but I'm proving to you that I'm au naturel. I don't screw around with any drugs. And when you see me in summer months with thin skin laid over even more muscle, you'll know I haven't just met some anabolic people in Worcester.

You can say I'm overcompensating. Okay. You can say my dick is small. Really? And you can say I'm screwing around with something sketchy. No I take protein, creatine and a multivitamin—that's it! I'm starting to see the entire fitness supplement industry as bullshit, even. I don't get to the gym all that much; I don't lurk around there like the faggots you'll see; I only make it there when my mom will take me. I go like every other day and use a Bowflex at home. There.

And if you wonder why you don't get the same results, well, blame your genetics. Call me lucky. But I think you're not putting in enough effort! Like a pussy. I don't think you're working hard enough. Like a pussy. If you STILL think I'm doing drugs, well, I'll be honest: my skin can't handle prohomones, and its common sense that clear skin is more important than more muscle.

Your woman might say to you, "Oh muscle is gross, I like your body, hunny, really," but you and I know she's just saying that to be nice. She'll settle for you without muscle. We know muscle is synonymous with power, and is therefore desirable and respected by all. It's universally coveted.

I see a lot of potential with my body. I plan to live a life of fitness and writing—a la respect and professional opportunities. If I get my act together I'll have an internship this summer! It seems as though I've created something special, something better out of my life. My GNC boss, she saw the disaster of divorce and took herself to new heights at the gym—she then did a steroid-free (tested for) bodybuilding show. She got a trophy and pictures of herself looking badass. That's what I'd like to do, and I plan to pony up for something like that in two years from now, if my development continues as it has been.

And though I have more bodyfat than I'd like, I expect to have slimmed down enough for washboard abdominals once it gets hot out. I look a little heavy there, I know, but I've only been dieting for a couple weeks since my efforts to put on mass. The braces, soon to be gone. Tanning appointments, heh, I've got a couple free ones. And I'm confident I'll be thin enough to make you hate me.

April 24, 2006
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Green Turtle Cay
The Bahamas: A Travelogue of Freewriting

I've returned from a week long vacation in the Caribbean. I had a good time; I had a great time. And I kept a notebook with me for any leisure writing. Well I found enough content (and credited for school) you may print in four pages. If you don't care to read, well, someone else does. I've got a nice tan, and I'm prepared for a wonderful summer!

April 17, 2006
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I'm enjoying a vacation in the Bahamas while you're sitting solitary in dreary Mass. But in an effort to entertain you, I bring ye gleeful topics of interest found on my bulletin board.

Post Pictures! – No one enjoys reading without some pictures, and thus I've pulled digital photographs from my past for some commentary. I expect this to make you smile.

Writing in April – For those of you who care enough for my writing, even without any pictures, I've begun this topic where I typically post a paragraph-long creation each day. It's only practice and credited for school.

I'll be back soon with a tan, and just in time to pack up my belongings as I move into an apartment in Worcester!

April 11, 2006
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Jeffrey dances, embraces black women at Black Party

Worcester, MA—In a startling merger between Jeffrey Marquis and the black race, the man who would have you think otherwise danced with multiple black women at a "Black Party." As proof this spy photograph confirms the union of Marquis and a dark skinned woman with much junk in her trunk. What's more shocking, this black woman is the first of TWO who've simulated sex with Marquis on the dancefloor.

"Ain't that right," Marquis chimed in. "I'm her nigga. I'm her niggly-wiggly-piggly nigga." Upon hearing reports of alleged racism the black beauty exclaimed, "Racist? Shit, the boy ain't no racist. You ain't seen where his hands done went." And Marquis certainly proved himself capable on the dance floor where he flossed his flavor while smiling and exhibiting dental fixtures.

Marquis has settled a long running debate as to whether he is capable of crossing into the Black Man's territory. "I love what I see in African-Americans," said Marquis. "So y'alls need to step off with the racist shit."

April 1, 2006
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This article is about overcompensation.

This article will delve into what is shouted at someone, maybe in a position like mine, when they do something better than yourself. Overcompensation is when someone who is seated below others then does something fucking excellent in hopes of balancing their weaknesses with strengths.

You'll see retards with huge arms.
You'll see blacks playing football, and only playing football.
You'll see girls with small tits studying.

For anyone who hasn't seen me lately I'm just loaded with muscle; this appearing as "overcompensation" to all 99.9% of you who can't compete with me. I have an amazing physique. . .and yes I've been seated below others with my incredible injury—quite far below! But I've climbed the ladder of success with fitness, writing, and productivity. I've changed my life around so that everything I do builds myself, with so much as my abolishment of television.

But do you think it's any easier for me? I'm a 24 year-old male with a tremendous erection. I'm a handsome gentleman getting back into nightlife with beautiful women. I'm an ambitious college student with teachers shouting. And I've been in a position similar to yours up until recently where I did exactly what you are; meaning could veg around and watch South Park and shit but I've changed the everything I do.

Sometimes you've gotta suffer a little in your youth to motivate you to succeed later in life. Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school, do you think there'd be a Microsoft? Of course not, you gotta spend a lot of time in your locker with your underwear wedged up your ass before you start thinking, "I'm gonna take over the world with computers, you'll see, I'll show them."

I have some flaws, but so do you—I'm physically attractive like the men your girl looks at, my dick is bigger than your mediocre pecker, and I write much better than you with this hobby I love. So why aren't you overcompensating? Exactly; it doesn't work that way. And while I can see some truth to that with a retard in a wheelchair, just drooling, holding out a huge arm, I'd like you to keep in mind that I run a very similar position to yourself, except for working a job right now. I don't have all the time in the world, but most of what I do is to help myself out.

They say that girls only view each other as competition; well I know just what they mean by that with how I was forced to look up at everyone from a hospital bed. I was—Amy Lee sings "bro-o-oken"—and so far as the competition factor, I looked at peers like these are the people I must outdo in order to see success. Getting back to my own age group I've lost that Columbine motivation, but I'm tightly clutching the productivity.

What is the beauty of disaster?

What is it? Is your answer, Hurrrrrrrrr, your car looks really cool when it's wrecked, hurrrrrrrrr. ? No. I know exactly what that phrase means, and what it means is this : some people push themselves and strive and trudge and wade through the sludge and muck and shit in recovering from any disaster where they'll then put the same effort into the everyday occurrences that you people have a hard time with. This is self-improvement. This is fresh air. This is recreation. Your leisure pursuits are nothing to me.

And to bring up Fight Club, as I often do, I've seen how important the absolute basics of survival are—I mean, it's why I'm building myself up at the gym and learning how to write instead of reading about shit to buy. It's how I had the nice car and favorable girl stripped away from my life and I didn't see much without them. It's why I'd rather improve my actual self; not improve a car with aftermarket accessories. Funny, overcompensation comes into play with vehicles often. I imagine a man driving a Taurus saying to himself, "He's just overcompensating for his small dick with that car," while glaring at a man in a Corvette, passing him and smiling. Probably not!

. . .continue with March.