You know, ever since that tournament I've had the insane urge to kill things. It brought out this weird competitive edge I have that doesn't usually ever apply to sports. But now its out. I'm training like a maniac, force feeding myself bland vitamin-infused foods, guzzling water (mostly provided by grant walker, thank you grant), taken up cardio kickboxing, walking everywhere, losing weight, and in class..I'm going insane. Master kim has been very impressed. I'm not quite as impressed with myself though. I feel a bit power-hungry right now. Whatever I am now, its not good enough. I've been kicking harder, running faster, screaming about three decibels louder than usual on my ki-haps, and mainly just going fucking insane. Its good. I like power..its good stuff. I just wanna punch things. Not because I'm angry, but because I want to utilize my power. The kickboxing shit is great. Just pummeling the crap out of a bag to crazy techno music with sweat pouring down your face and doing crunches that make you unable to breathe and lifting weights. WROOOOORHHFHGFHHHHGHHH!! Anguish.
I think I'm depressed again. I get crazy and power hungry when I'm depressed.
But no matter. In the end I can just beat the living shit out of everything that stands in my way.
Kill bill doesn't help. Die everything DIE!! BUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
you know why typing the word fuck is so satsisyfing? The f is right under your index finger. Thats just a satisfying finger to type with. And that word just has so much delicious substance..
By the way that choral concert was good.
I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU ANYWAY. HA!
....god I need an estrogen IV...

"A baby's first thong is his umbillical cord."-Andy Lang. And I thought he was hopeless. By the way, he offered to sell me vodka and I said no. Because I don't do that anymore, especially when I'm possibly depressed.
Save for the occasional wine sip and the sneaky margarita with about a millimeter of a shot of tequilar in it. My rule is if I can mix it in a drink and still smell taste it, I'm drinking too much. And it must always be a baby glass.

This saturday 12:30 copper beech elementary school.
Be there, or else I will have your head.
Kidding..but I'd appreciate it. I'm ushering the damn choral concert, its the least ya can do. And unless your names are Emily, Kate, KT, Neil, Marley, or Molly, you have yet to see me in uniform and mediocre action. Mediocre anyway in comparison to the illustrious chris an aurora and Tyler, whom I don't harbor too much of a crush for anymore, but he's still a grabby fella. Which is alright, long as he knows his place.
12:30. BE. THERE.

"They call them fingers, but you never see them fing...o there they go"-good old homer simpson