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It's been an interesting week, to say the least. Most of plans were cancelled, while others were made. Made a few more new friends, met a few more new faces.
Man, sometimes resolutions can be taxing... but I have to say, this one was worth it!
Anyway, I did not start running, like I told myself I was going to. I'm pretty upset with myself at that... I wish I could get up in the mornings and get out there to run, but I just don't have the energy to do it when I wake up. I'm thinking I may get a gym bag and bring it to work with me, with shower stuff and everything so I can just run here on my lunch breaks. We'll see how that goes... I know if I could just get started for a week, I could get into it, but getting started seems to be the hard part.
I think sleeping on the floor has really been getting to me. I'm really pooped. I swear I never really get enough sleep, even if I'm "sleeping" for 12 hrs. grumble.
I'm really starting to get worried about this whole "violence" thing. I went to Lord Linsey's on Thursday, and it took all of my self control not to go nuts. I never really like clubs to begin with; people gyrating and pounding, trying to keep their own rhythm while some people are doing the same and others are looking like their having sex on the dance floor. It just wasn't my thing, and I was cool with that. But, lately, all I can think about anytime that I'm in a place like that is fighting. I don't know why. I think it's a mix of things: the music, for starters; the smell of sweat; and the fluid motions people are attempting to use. It all just gets my blood hot and I just want to hit something. I somehow managed to keep it all bottled up Thursday; Lord Linsey's was doing the "Closet" thing that day, and the last thing I need is to be blamed for some hate crime. And for some reason, I don't think, "I didn't mean it, officer. I just hit the closest thing to me. I didn't know he was gay!" would work as an alibi.
Luckily, we went over John and Jenna's house afterwards, and I got out a lot of pent-up aggression by having my @$$ handed to me in a few rounds of Halo. I think I might have upset John, though... I used quite a few explicatives which were very uncharacteristic of me. I must remember to apologize when I see him next.
Oh, and I decided I should get back to writing. It was an important part of my life, and I don't know why I stopped. I've gotten some practice and tips at storytelling now, though, so hopefully my stories will be more intriguing. We'll see, though.
Man, I can't wait till work gets out tonight. Soooo freakin' tired... Just 40 minutes to go......
Man, sometimes resolutions can be taxing... but I have to say, this one was worth it!
Anyway, I did not start running, like I told myself I was going to. I'm pretty upset with myself at that... I wish I could get up in the mornings and get out there to run, but I just don't have the energy to do it when I wake up. I'm thinking I may get a gym bag and bring it to work with me, with shower stuff and everything so I can just run here on my lunch breaks. We'll see how that goes... I know if I could just get started for a week, I could get into it, but getting started seems to be the hard part.
I think sleeping on the floor has really been getting to me. I'm really pooped. I swear I never really get enough sleep, even if I'm "sleeping" for 12 hrs. grumble.
I'm really starting to get worried about this whole "violence" thing. I went to Lord Linsey's on Thursday, and it took all of my self control not to go nuts. I never really like clubs to begin with; people gyrating and pounding, trying to keep their own rhythm while some people are doing the same and others are looking like their having sex on the dance floor. It just wasn't my thing, and I was cool with that. But, lately, all I can think about anytime that I'm in a place like that is fighting. I don't know why. I think it's a mix of things: the music, for starters; the smell of sweat; and the fluid motions people are attempting to use. It all just gets my blood hot and I just want to hit something. I somehow managed to keep it all bottled up Thursday; Lord Linsey's was doing the "Closet" thing that day, and the last thing I need is to be blamed for some hate crime. And for some reason, I don't think, "I didn't mean it, officer. I just hit the closest thing to me. I didn't know he was gay!" would work as an alibi.
Luckily, we went over John and Jenna's house afterwards, and I got out a lot of pent-up aggression by having my @$$ handed to me in a few rounds of Halo. I think I might have upset John, though... I used quite a few explicatives which were very uncharacteristic of me. I must remember to apologize when I see him next.
Oh, and I decided I should get back to writing. It was an important part of my life, and I don't know why I stopped. I've gotten some practice and tips at storytelling now, though, so hopefully my stories will be more intriguing. We'll see, though.
Man, I can't wait till work gets out tonight. Soooo freakin' tired... Just 40 minutes to go......