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This morning started out slow; even though I did get more sleep than I've been getting lately I still didn't get enough, I don't think.
Good thing I'm a human dynamo and can just keep on going and going.
This morning wasn't going well for me at first; I looked in the mirror and I just didn't like myself. It all started with putting on my shirt getting dressed and how frustrating it was that the neck was so small on the t-shirt.
You might be confused why I thought it was necessary to say that I was frustrated by the neck on my t-shirt being so small, but just imagine this, I was frustrated by the neck on my t-shirt being so small and I didn't even know why I was frustrated. See now, things could be worse when it comes to confusing things.
Anyway, the day didn't start getting better until about lunchtime. Funny how that works out isn't it?
I just happened to glance in the mirror a moment ago and looked (( I always reflect on my reflection )) and thought "Now that's a poetic force to be reckoned with." and the words "gale winds" came to mind before I could even have the time for a conscious thought. This was one of those times where the subconscience conjours up something for the mind instead of the mind finding its own conclusions via logic.
I found out last night that Covenant (where I go to church) has a track. It's on the second floor above the basketball court, like, around it. It's pretty cool to run on, it's kinda odd that it's carpeted, but that's better than rubber or asphalt.
I'm thinking that it's going to go into my normal routine. Morning workout, work through the day, run, and then go tan 2 times a week (because I'm bound to miss one every now and then).
That concept works out in theory. I'll let you know if it works out in application.
In other weird news, my dad was just asking me a few nights ago what I thought the "perfect" guitar would be.
He even made sure to be nonchalant about it, which means he's highly interested in it.
I know he's not going to go out and get me some custom-shop guitar or 60-70 vintage guitar (which I explained were the two types I was torn between when it came to the "ultimate guitar" for me) but this does mean that more than likely I'm getting a guitar for my birthday. How cool would that be?
Anyway, I better get some Smurf on my b-day too, like, a pack of all the flavors. I don't intend on becoming a drunkard, but I do intend on enjoying the previously forbidden things of life before they lose their luster.
Good thing I'm a human dynamo and can just keep on going and going.
This morning wasn't going well for me at first; I looked in the mirror and I just didn't like myself. It all started with putting on my shirt getting dressed and how frustrating it was that the neck was so small on the t-shirt.
You might be confused why I thought it was necessary to say that I was frustrated by the neck on my t-shirt being so small, but just imagine this, I was frustrated by the neck on my t-shirt being so small and I didn't even know why I was frustrated. See now, things could be worse when it comes to confusing things.
Anyway, the day didn't start getting better until about lunchtime. Funny how that works out isn't it?
I just happened to glance in the mirror a moment ago and looked (( I always reflect on my reflection )) and thought "Now that's a poetic force to be reckoned with." and the words "gale winds" came to mind before I could even have the time for a conscious thought. This was one of those times where the subconscience conjours up something for the mind instead of the mind finding its own conclusions via logic.
I found out last night that Covenant (where I go to church) has a track. It's on the second floor above the basketball court, like, around it. It's pretty cool to run on, it's kinda odd that it's carpeted, but that's better than rubber or asphalt.
I'm thinking that it's going to go into my normal routine. Morning workout, work through the day, run, and then go tan 2 times a week (because I'm bound to miss one every now and then).
That concept works out in theory. I'll let you know if it works out in application.
In other weird news, my dad was just asking me a few nights ago what I thought the "perfect" guitar would be.
He even made sure to be nonchalant about it, which means he's highly interested in it.
I know he's not going to go out and get me some custom-shop guitar or 60-70 vintage guitar (which I explained were the two types I was torn between when it came to the "ultimate guitar" for me) but this does mean that more than likely I'm getting a guitar for my birthday. How cool would that be?
Anyway, I better get some Smurf on my b-day too, like, a pack of all the flavors. I don't intend on becoming a drunkard, but I do intend on enjoying the previously forbidden things of life before they lose their luster.