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Today I went to Magic Mountain. It was so rad except for the fact that I'm sore from last night @ Skateland. I think I should stretch before I play to prevent any muslce-pulling. It just feels like I slept the wrong way all over my upper and lower back and when I twist my neck to the sides. Still today, was such an escape. I didn't need anything except for the ways of her by my side. It puts a lot of things in perspective for me now: What I really want out of life. What I'm willing to do and what I'm not anymore. Even coming down to this. As I type I'm thinking to myself, why the hell do I even write in this thing? I feel disconnected from the whole "live journal experience" and those who connect with it and each other. I think I'm just about ready to delete it. It doesn't really advance me or my future in anyway. I guess I'm ready to make some big decisions for myself as opposed to taking things into consideration like I always do. How strange how hearts change through blinded minds.