Ten Little Chances to be Free (
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-08-25 10:03 pm
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My body is going to kill me. Seriously, I have the feeling it's going to take on a life of its own and murder me in my sleep for the abuse I put it through. "Let's see, you haven't done serious weightlifting in almost a year... let's just do all our favorite lifts on more weight than you ever used before, because these machines are deceptively smooth to operate! And follow it up with a long cardio workout, even though you haven't had any regular cardio in years! Whoopty do!"
Yeah. I'm determined to get into shape, and have decided to do either swimming or weight training every weekday, but I have the feeling that killing myself on the parallel squat isn't a particularly good idea, especially since I have to walk a lot to get to classes. (Speaking of classes, I just switched into calculus. God help me; I never took precalc and the class is at nine in the morning. Eurgh.)
Saturday I'm going into town. I need a new watch battery, and I also need to go bug the people at the bank, as it's been two weeks and they haven't sent me any of my account information yet. And go get some Tofutti ice cream. Mmmm.
Oh, and someone took my bike. *snarl* If it's not back on the rack in the morning, heads are gonna roll.
I'm sorry; college has apparently turned me into an extremely boring fucktard who does nothing but relate boring anecdotes of his meaningless life. I suppose if I reserved this journal for meaningful events I wouldn't be writing in it that often.
Yeah. I'm determined to get into shape, and have decided to do either swimming or weight training every weekday, but I have the feeling that killing myself on the parallel squat isn't a particularly good idea, especially since I have to walk a lot to get to classes. (Speaking of classes, I just switched into calculus. God help me; I never took precalc and the class is at nine in the morning. Eurgh.)
Saturday I'm going into town. I need a new watch battery, and I also need to go bug the people at the bank, as it's been two weeks and they haven't sent me any of my account information yet. And go get some Tofutti ice cream. Mmmm.
Oh, and someone took my bike. *snarl* If it's not back on the rack in the morning, heads are gonna roll.
I'm sorry; college has apparently turned me into an extremely boring fucktard who does nothing but relate boring anecdotes of his meaningless life. I suppose if I reserved this journal for meaningful events I wouldn't be writing in it that often.

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