vicarz | (no subject)

uh...omg I'm tired. Boxing high = over! Going to the gym in 40 minutes because I have to, not because I want to. My biceps, lower back, upper back, lower neck - all torn up. Broken toe - buggin me. Forearms a lil sore from heavybagging (not to be confused with teabagging). Elbow flaring up. Most of the pain is good pain, but I really feel I need a rest rather than more boxing. I'll just show up, and if able I'll escape to just do chest, triceps, and abs. Me sore.

Last night was kind of nice. I was invited to go out with the boxing people, but left instead. I wasn't sure if I was going to cherry'stool or just sleeping. Despite the countdown I went to the club - and was surprised to have a pretty good night. I was really tired, but happily many cool peeps were there and what they called uh...pop/light/alternative didn't suck. I was worried it would be radio rock all night, but they played a random assortment of neato songs. I left a lil after midnight, unsuccessful to sneak out unseen again. I don't know why I feel that urge to bolt unannounced.

Now I'm just tired, and kinda scared of all the schoolwork i have to do. I didn't do any work at all throughout yesterday. Now I am wondering if I've eaten up my buffer of weekend already. Poop. I should err on the side of getting my work done, and goofing off next weekend if that's how it works out.

Peeps. Associates, or marshmallow birds?